Soon after that, Mrs. Weasley rounded a corner and found a distracted
Harry, standing next to the new Locally Made Food section. He seemed to be starring quite intently at some Haggis (Raised by Sean Dalzell and Prepared by his wife, Margaret), and barely took any notice of the Weasleys, but walked beside the other 2/3 of the trio, who were still bickering.

As they were walking out to the car Harry was floating along until he
realized something. Not something he had forgotten, really. Actually he
couldn't stop thinking about her at all since they parted. Unfortunately for Ron, who's only intent was to get back home, Harry's profound realization came, halfway back to the Burrow.

"Why of course dear, right away," and a dramatic U Turn was Mrs. Weasly's response to Harry's plea to return to the market, while Harry, Ron and Hermione decided to hang on for dear life.

The car seemed to fly on it's way back, until Mrs. Weasley smacked the
dashboard saying "Cut it out!" while the 1978 Peugeot the Weasley's found to compensate for the lost Ford Angelina, slowed to ramming speed, which is hardly breaking the sound barrier. Upon arrival, Harry tried to leap heroically out of the car, but instead tripped over several things on his way to the sidewalk, feeling a bit like after a Gringrott's trip.

When Harry finally found his feet, he was racing up and down the isle
looking for the familiar Ravenclaw, that had mentioned, just under an hour ago, that her father might have forgotten about her. After a full twenty minutes of bribing the manger and janitor to let him search the storage area and both bathrooms (this was Luna, she could be anywhere), Harry left so dismayed, he hadn't realized that the bribery consisted of two Sickles per person. He could only hope that she had found her father or had gotten home safely otherwise.

Trudging back to the car, he saw an extra body inside, head turned toward Ron, chatting furiously. Harry's heart leaped as it forgot his former woe, as he practically skipped back to the car.

"Harry, look who joined us! Ron you probably haven't seen Luna since you both were nine! Now look at how grown she is!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerily, smiling at Ron, "So much like your mother. How is business going at the Quibbler, dear?" They trailed off into a conversation about that particular publication while Harry jumped in the back, in-between Ron and Luna.

Ron did not look very happy, as his row with Hermione didn't go very well. By the looks of it, she one and was sitting contently in the front seat. Ron was glaring at the car seat in front of him, hoping his stare would bore through to Hermione.

"Don't get girls, I don't think I ever will. Why do they have to be so
completely mad all the time? Can't they speak English?" He glared at Harry, who was watching Luna's conversation with amusement and a small smile starting on his mouth. "And what are YOU so bloody happy about, eh?" Not about to dignify that with an answer Harry just kept watching Luna, waiting until he could talk to her. He didn't have to wait long, though.

"Well that's fairly interesting, I don't think I've ever heard of, um... what were they again?"

"Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Hermione can tell you all about them, better
than I, really," Luna said turning the conversation to an amazed Hermione. Once they had gone off on that subject, which went rather smoothly, Luna turned to Harry, and smiled.

"I was what you went back for, wasn't I?"

"Yes"

"I figured as much. I saw you running up and down the isles so I thought I'd save you the trouble of having to look any longer, but you obviously didn't have the same thought." She smiled at him, "Thanks for the thought."

They kept on smiling and chatting with each other until Ron smacked Harry on the arm, signaling that we had arrived at Luna's house. It was ordinary enough, except the gardens were full of many odd/dead looking plants, there were calculations for arithmancy and potion ingredients scribbled on the side walks, the wind chimes weren't attached to anything and chimed with no wind, and the welcome mat was upside down, so that it welcomed one outside instead of in.

"This looks like Luna," Harry thought. He saw Luna to the door; curious to see inside, when a frantic Mr. Lovegood came out, clearly dishelved and wild with fear, clutching Luna tightly.

"Luna, dear, I can't explain right now, but could you please stay with
these people? I'm sorry, I didn't forget you, and I hoped you would stay there. I packed some of your things, Oh I hate doing this..."

"I know, Daddy, I love you very much and I understand completely," Luna
said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, smiling, and turning to the car with her school trunk and politely asked Mrs. Weasley if she could stay with them a while.

Harry just stood there, stunned. Mr. Lovegood had already slammed the door and was rummaging inside furiously. "That was quick," Harry muttered, turning back to the car.