Bring Them Together

Summary: Everyone knows it in their deepest hearts what love is supposed to be. Even Harry, and he sees it in his two friends – now how will he get them together?

Disclaimer: Is this even really necessary? Everyone knows who wrote HP – it wouldn't be me.

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Recap of Chapter Two

"Blood before water, Mr. Potter...Hey, I'm a poet –"

"And she didn't even know it," Ron, Hermione, and I groaned as we completed Ginny's cliché for her. Slowly, the weight of my friends shifted off of me, and I got some oxygen into my lungs.

"Well, I'm sorry if you can't appreciate literature guys." Funny, the smirk on Ginny's face didn't look sorry at all.

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Chapter Three: What Everyone Wants

My eyes snapped open. The sheets were drenched in cold sweat – funny, I couldn't remember what I was dreaming of.

I looked at my clock. The shining, red numbers indicated 3:00. I groaned. That's too early even for Christmas.

My head fell back on the pillow, but I heard paper crinkle underneath me. What the heck? Paper? Grabbing the offending object from underneath my hair, I saw that I had written Room of Requirement on it. Oh yeah...my part of the plan...

Heaving myself from under the covers, I pulled my trunk out from under the bed. Screee...Oh crap. It's heavier than I thought.

Ron grunted, startling me. I froze – he couldn't wake up now! "Not now Hermione," he mumbled, then rolled over.

I smirked, but it didn't matter what my face looked like as I became invisible. Sweet dreams, mate, and maybe when you wake up – they'll be real.

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The third time I passed it, the door was there. The air was so cold, my breath formed white wisps before my eyes. I hope it's there.

I slipped into the room that had provided so many things when anyone needed it. I slipped out of the cloak, and it stood there – empty, but that was just how I needed it.

Time to check if you can take things out of the Room of Requirement.

Putting my cloak back on, I notice that the ornate silver dish is the only thing in the room this time. Funny how it gives what you need – nothing more or less.

I take it, and stride out the door. The hollow white walls were starting to get to me.

I didn't think I'd be able to fall asleep anyway, so I didn't walk straight to the Gryffindor tower. Anywhere my feet would take me, there I would go.

First stop: the kitchens. I tickled the pear and went inside.

"Harry Potter!" a squeaky voice called. "Dobby is so glad to see you. I knew you would come to visit!"

"How? Wait, how do you know it's me?" I asked while whipping the cloak off.

"Dobby senses such things." The little elf ran closer and, taking the cloak, he hung it on a rack. "What would Master like?"

"I don't really know; I couldn't sleep."

Dobby murmured and bustled for a mug. As fast as he was in the deeper part of the kitchens, he was out.

"Take a sip. Dobby made it just for you sir."

I lifted the mug to lips. Mmm, cocoa at it's chocolaty best. "Thanks, Dobby. It's delicious, and it's kind of soothing. What's in it?"

"I can't tell you that, sir. Secret recipe it is." Dobby's huge green eyes peered into mine. "What is wrong Harry Potter?"

"Nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?"

"You seem...down. Well, Harry Potter, sir, we elves have to start soon, you may want to leave for bed. Oh yes," he reached into a cupboard, and pulled out a parcel, "here is your present, since you are already here."

"Thanks again Dobby."

I glanced at my wristwatch – 4:00. It was still too early.

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My muscles were aching with the long climb to the North Tower. I really don't know why I was going there. Something just felt right...

I shivered. My cloak wasn't meant for warmth – just invisibility – and I regretted not bringing a sweater. Early in the morning, I really can't think.

I felt the air grow colder each stair step higher, and then the wind once I was at the top. Clouds of snowflakes billowed in the sky, multiplying the stars to infinity against midnight blue velvet. The cloak fell and revealed my head, which soon became a replica of the sky above.

"Harry?" I turned. She was sitting against the wall; I walked over and slid down the stone surface to the floor.

"What are you doing up Luna?"

She giggled and turned her wide, sparkling eyes to me. "I should ask you the same."

"I couldn't sleep."

"Well neither could I, but that's beside the point. So I come here to watch the sky."

Since when did she sound so...normal? Since when have I accepted her as normal?

"Oh. I have a lot to do once people wake up, and I was getting plans ready."

"Is that why you're carrying a pensieve, Harry?"

I looked to where she was pointing. I had completely forgotten about it – I didn't even remember carrying it.

Turning back to her, I replied, "Yeah...I'm trying to help my friends. I should go. Goodnight – I mean, good morning Luna."

As I disappeared again and moved towards the stairs, I thought I heard her say something.

"Harry, once you've helped your friends, don't forget to find what you want too."

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Author's notes: Sorry I didn't post it yesterday. I reached a block. Since it's still early – I may post another tonight. If I don't, it means I was finishing homework.

I hoped you liked the little scene in the tower. They aren't getting together in this story, but I just wanted a little scene...

Tanya J Potter – I'm glad you like it – here's your update!

AllKat– Woo hoo! You came and read it! And I'll update if you do... ;-)

Unforgettable– Yeah, Ron Hermione really is a sweet couple...have you caught on to Harry and Ginny's plan? If not, it will be explained soon enough!

I'm so happy with everyone's reviews! Just to let you know, I don't think this will be a very long story – maybe about three more chapters or so. Hope you liked this update – and will keep reading.