Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: I know, a week since I updated. But GEPAs are extremely annoying, so bare with me! -Cole
Hermione stood on the bottom step with her robe drawn tightly around her. It was a Saturday, and while this made the female part of the trio very happy, the fact that is was Valentine's Day made our love-struck young woman ecstatic. She couldn't wait to see what Ron had planned, and so she decided to wake the whole house up early so Hestia could help her pick out a dress.
Hermione and Luna, however different they were, also had many similarities, one of them being their love for howlers. Atleast this was what Harry was thinking as the wonderful painting of Mrs. Black began howling along with the howler which Hermione had set off. Harry truly loved Ron and Hermione being together, but the noise seriously had to stop!
After stunning the portrait five times and threatening to drip puke paint all over it, Harry finally got Mrs. Black to shut up. After this task was completed, he went down the steps and began to scold Hermione for letting that "Bitch" wake him up. Hermione simply smiled until he was finished and then asked if Hestia was up yet. When Harry said yes Hermione ran up the steps after kissing his cheek and telling him breakfast was ready.
Two hours later, Harry found himself strolling aimlessly down the streets of Hogsmeade with Luna's hand entwined with his. Both were smiling and laughing over some joke that Harry had just told, when they walked into Draco and Mandy.
"Draco and Mandy?" Luna asked as they walked away after apologising.
"Um...yeah, he asked her out last week, I kind of...er...forgot to tell you that," Harry replied, looking completely pathetic with what all women know as the please-don't-kill-me-I'm-a-man-and-I-don't-get-romance look on his face.
"It's okay," Luna replied, her face breaking into another smile, "C'mon, I want to visit Madame Rosemerta before the noon rush!"
Harry chuckled as the two ran off towards the Three Broomsticks as if it were a dire emergency that they get there within the next two minutes. By the time they entered the door, both Luna and Harry were laughing and smiling, and had the attention of everyone in the pub.
"Potter, Oy, Potter, over here!" came a voice Harry knew all too well. It was Sandra Bludstrone, Millicent's cousin and the only one of the prestigious Bludstrode family that was still alive and sane. Sandra was a thrid year.
"What do you want Sandy?" Harry asked, knowing full well that Sandra hated that nickname.
"I want you to go to hell, but let's not discuss that here," Sandra replied innocently.
"Who sent you?" Harry asked. Last year he would have guessed Voldemort, but he was dead, so Harry didn't know who could do such a, "Flint!"
"Good boy, you do have a brain," Sandra drawled nonchalantly, "Yes, it's Master Flint, and one day he will be as strong as the Great Dark Lord."
"Sandy, sweetheart, the Great Dark Lord is dead, he was killed by a bunch of teenagers, for your sake, don't say his name with such reverance," Harry stated, "Now what did Master Flint say to you?"
"He told me that he would give you a chance to join him, meet him by the lake at sundown, or you will suffer," Sandra warned, and then she left the building.
Harry simply scowled and turned to Luna, "I don't know Lu, what does it feel like to suffer?" he asked as innocently as he could. This earned him a back slap from Luna.
"Harry, you should be taking this seriously," she said with mock indignation as she supressed a giggle, "What if Flint does hurt you?"
"Lu, dearest, I don't think Flint will ever be as bad as Voldemort, and even if he is, he won't be for a very long time, now come on, I'm hungry," Harry said as he led Luna to their favorite booth in the back. Luna smiled at Madame Rosemerta as she came to take their order.
"Two Witchshakes, one chocolate one swirl," Harry ordered. Rosemerta smiled at him and went to get the witchshakes. When she returned Harry asked her to sit down.
"But it's Valentine's Day, don't you two want to be alone?" Rosemerta asked.
"Rosie, I need to ask you something," Harry stated as he moved over for the older witch to sit down.
Rosemerta went white as she nodded with understanding I thought this was over she thought to herself as she sat down. She had been a secret spy for the Order since Harry's fourth year, and she had risked her life many a time even if she wasn't connected with Voldemort in any way. All she was to do was eavsedrop on the Death-Eaters, but if ever they found out, there would have been hell to pay.
"W-what's wrong?" she asked, slowly, carefully, as if she hadn't said that phrase a zillion times before.
"Flint, what do you know about Marcus Flint?" Luna asked nonchalantly, taking up the facade she usually wore when her true feeling should not be shown.
"He's..." Rosemerta paused, gathered her breath, and continued, "He's planning to pick up where Voldemort left off. He wants to regroup with the fellow surviving Death Eaters that went free...he wants you dead Harry."
Harry unconciously ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, "Where is he, who's with him, what's his plan?"
"I don't know," Rosemerta admitted, "I could find out for you...but it'll probably take a while."
"We'll be back the 22nd for Luna's birthday, can you get us somehting by then?" Harry asked with an urgency in his voice.
"I'll try," Rosemerta promised, then she got up, shot them both a smile, and walked away.
Luna and Harry walked hand in hand to the new Witching Resturaunt set up near the outskirts of town. It had been named 'Rising Moon', why, no one knew. Harry and Luna was shuffled in to the darkest booth in the restuaraunt where they were told a waitor would arrive soon.
"Tell me," Luna pleaded, her eyes sparkleing with unshed tears.
"Tell you what love?" Harry asked, his vouice alooft.
"Why are you so distant?" Luna asked.
"Don't...don't worry about it. Look, it's Valentine's Day, why don't we have a nice dinner?" Harry asked changing the subject.
Luna was about to say something, to argue back, but the look in her boyfriend's eyes. The look of complete pain and loss and love and hope, it made her smile and say, "Of course, dear, what are you going to order?"
