Wow, thanks for the reviews! I'm glad I've got you all interested! As I said, I've been working on this story for a while, so I have a few chapters that can be posted soon, but I'm eventually going to have to sit down to write more, so they won't be coming as quickly. But for now, here's Chapter 2!
Harry was halfway through his aunt and uncle's phone number when a knock sounded on his door. He hung up the phone and stared curiously at the door. He didn't know anyone in London. Who could this be?
He opened the door and was surprised to see a girl a head shorter than him, though her eyes told him she was his age, give or take a year. In fact, it was her eyes that intrigued him. They were wide, as if trying to take everything in front of them in, and were the brightest blue he'd ever seen.
"Hello Harry," she said suddenly.
Harry blinked. "Um…hello."
Before he knew what had happened, she'd tossed her head, throwing her long blonde hair out of her face, and pushed past him, making her way into his flat and plopping down on his sofa.
"Erm…excuse me, do I know you?"
She cocked her head and blinked. "Of course you do."
"No," Harry replied, "No, see, that was rhetorical because I don't know you, and I was hoping you'd leave."
The girl just stared at him. "What are you going on about, Harry?"
"Who are you!" Harry roared, losing patience.
She threw him a pitying look and replied in a tone of mock explanation, "I'm Luna Lovegood. I live in the flat above yours. We agreed that we'd walk to Hermione's together, since we were both invited to her party."
Needless to say, Harry was quite taken aback. Luna stared at him, waiting for a response. He didn't give her the one she expected.
"Look, I don't know who you are or why you're here, in my flat, rambling on about Shakespeare characters…"
"Shakes…who?"
Harry snapped his mouth shut and stared at her, dumbfounded. She merely blinked.
"You know what," Harry continued, "Get out." He opened the door, but she didn't move.
"C'mon," Harry insisted, grabbing her round the wrist and pulling her toward the door. "And don't let the door hit you on the way out," he said as he pushed her into the corridor and slammed the door behind her.
For the next five minutes, Harry watched her through the peep-hole. To his surprise, she didn't knock or speak or barely even move. She simply stared at the door. 'Don't you ever leave?' Harry thought, rolling his eyes.
As his gaze refocused on the corridor, she was gone. Harry rubbed his eyes, making sure he was seeing clearly. He opened the door slightly, peered down the corridor left, then right, but she was nowhere to be found.
Harry shuddered as he closed the door and made sure to lock it. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't like it at all.
It was as if Luna had just…disappeared.
