Disclaimer: Not my characters…not my anything. Is my plot and my story. Short and simple. These disclaimers are getting annoying. 

Chapter 2: At Luna's

            Harry woke up to find himself in a completely new environment. He was in a huge bed that looked to be made of dragon scales stuffed with chicken feathers.

The whole room he was in looked like it was slanted to the right, and there were various horns on display. Different colored horns, horns with polka dots… Harry was very confused as to where he was.

A picture of a little girl and what appeared to be her parents was hung on the wall facing downward. The little girl had short curly hair and rather large eyes, but she looked quite happy. Her mother blew a kiss to Harry and the girl giggled.

It was a picture of Luna Lovegood and her mother…

Just then, Harry heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and he was quite unsure what to do. But before his brain could process anything, Luna walked in with her usual dreamy fashion and a tray of assorted breakfast foods.

The sight of another witch or wizard gave Harry a kind of awesome reassurance. Not only was it someone of his kind, it was Luna!

Today, Luna wore her butterbeer cork necklace, and large radish earrings. She had grown at least four inches since Harry had last seen her, and she wore dark green tights under her short maroon skirt. Her shirt was a black spaghetti strap with a dark red skull embroidered over her heart, and her hair was in a comfortable pony tail.

Harry had never seen Luna without her Hogwarts uniform, and he closed his mouth hard to prevent himself from drooling. He wondered what Ron thought of her out-of-school style.

Harry thought of Luna's style, and then he thought of his style. He felt the sudden urge to put dark red streaks in his hair and get body jewelry…he wanted his style to match hers, he would give anything for her to like him. A pain like no other coursed through his veins. I want contact lenses…he thought.

"Hello Harry." She said in the usual vacant dreamy voice. "I was just making you some breakfast when you awoke."

"How did you know I was awake?"

Luna didn't answer; instead she was putting muffins on a plate. Her wide staring eyes stayed on Harry the whole time though. "Did you get my letter?"

"Yeah," Harry answered. "Saved my life it did, that letter. It's nice to have contact with someone other than Ron and Hermione once in a while."

"Ron is nice."

"Yeah, but after a while he can get annoying."

"I'm not very easily annoyed."

Harry chose not to answer after that. Instead, he chose a muffin off the platter and changed the subject. "So why am I here?"

"Well, May told me you had fainted, and I came to get you."

"May?"

"She's my owl."

"She told you?"

"Something of the sort."

"She talks to you?"

"Don't be silly."

At these words, the old scar on Harry's forehead burned for a split second, causing Harry to have a spasm in which he grabbed his brow in pain.

"What's the matter?" Luna asked, sounding interested, but bored at the same time. "Why are you clutching your scar?"

"No reason, I just wanted to make sure it was still there."

"Oh, okay."

Harry couldn't believe Luna had bought that excuse, but she was a bit strange, so she probably had some unexplainable reason for not questioning his response.

There was an awkward silence.

"Come on, Harry. You can tell me." Luna said suddenly, making Harry jump. "We're friends, aren't we?"

Harry's heart fluttered at the thought that Luna considered them friends. He didn't know if he should tell her his scar had bothered him, but knowing that she saw friendship between them made him feel weak, and he gave in to his love for her.
            If it was love, that is.

"My scar just burned… nothing important; it does it all the time." Harry said quickly, hoping Luna wouldn't send him off again.

            Instead, she giggled. "Oh." She managed to get out… "I thought it might have meant something." Her eyes then slid back into their strange, wide open stare and she looked straight up to the ceiling, which was just as ordinary as any other ceiling.

            Harry chose not to argue. Luna clearly didn't understand the connection his scar had with the dark wizard Lord Voldemort.

            It was a few minutes before Harry realized he was staring at Luna's chest, and he quickly averted his eyes to look at the pictures on the wall. Luna didn't seem to have noticed.  

            "Ginny is real nice to me." Luna said suddenly, getting into the bed next to Harry. Harry took a deep breath, an odd sensation happening somewhere under his navel. What was she doing?

            Luna crawled under the covers. Harry could feel the heat coming from her body, and he could smell a divine odor coming from her. He tried to ignore her, but she was now scooting towards him, and leaning in next to him.

            "Er," Harry tried to talk, but all that was coming out was an odd gurgle, slightly resembling words. "Y-yeah, sh-she's pretty nice."

            "Harry, relax!" Luna said, putting her hand on his chest and stroking it softly. "I don't bite."

            Harry almost threw up. He wanted more than anything to just take her into his arms and make love to her, but he knew that wasn't what she was trying to do. He knew that this was probably normal behavior for her.

            Harry was shaking now, and Luna remained calm, lying next to him and whispering to herself. Harry couldn't even hear her.

            "Harry, I've been worried about you." Luna whispered. "After that man died. Your godfather… I wanted to know if you were okay…"

            Gulping down his own words, Harry fell at a silence.

            "You have been such a great friend to me…" Luna murmured, "And you can see the thestrals, and you saw Diggory die. You saw it all, Harry. You saw He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named come back, and you fought that evil Umbridge woman over it. You're my hero."

            Harry nodded as Luna kissed Harry on the forehead and climbed out of the bed. "Now, eat some food." She ordered, leaving Harry to his own confused thoughts.