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A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Um..I hope you like this chapter, it has a bit more action, but I'm not good at action scenes, so feel free to flame it...Please review! -Cole

Loonie Potter: I meant end of chapter, not story, sorry for the mix up.


The second week of July found Harry and Luna at a nice little restaurant near the outskirts of Diagon Alley. They were simply going to catch a nice bite to eat after shopping for 'The longest three hours ever recorded in Wizarding History!' according to Harry. They were looking for bedroom furniture for their new flat, and Luna was being a pain in the arse about matching, and design, and everything that Harry couldn't care less about. Harry had finally persuaded Luna to take a break and have something to eat, which Luna complied to after she spent another twenty minutes in the Apothecary, coming out with at least six bags.

Once inside, Harry and Luna found a nice booth besides a window and sat down. They ordered a platter of sandwiches and two butterbeers. Once the waitress returned, they began to eat, talking about pointless topics in the process. Both teens were carefully avoiding the occurrences in the past month.

First, there was Flint's wedding. All of the purebloods had been invited besides the ones that had proudly supported Dumbledore in the previous years. While this may have included Harry, Luna, Ron, and most of the rest of the Order, it did not include Rose, who had yet to be discovered. Rose had informed them that the 'Wedding' was actually a meeting for all the old supporters of Voldemort to regroup and 'take up where the Great Dark Lord had left off.' Let off, as in died and could no longer attack Potter.

Then, there were the weekly attacks on muggle-borns and muggles. It was continuous, and although only six had been killed, at least twenty had been severely injured. The Order was doing everything in its power to keep Rose from having to kill. They even went so far as to put the imperious curse on a fellow Death Eater, make him take a polyjuice potion, and stand in for Rose for her initiation. The Order came extremely close to being caught, but some how they had made it through by the skin of their heads.

"-and now we have to worry about the ministry and-Harry, are you listening?" Luna asked, exasperated.

"Yes love, you were going on about all the trouble we've had in the past few months and how the ministry may have some new death eaters inside of it," Harry replied innocently.

"Harry Potter, you are unbelievable!" Luna exclaimed as she sipped her butterbeer.

"Yes but you love me-"Harry began, but was cut off by a loud, masculine voice.

"Stupefy!" Marcus Flint's voice rang out through the restaurant.

"Protego, Petrificus Totolas!" Harry yelled out towards Flint's appearing image, "Get out, everyone out!"

"Protego, Furnunculus!" a second voice, presumably Millicent's, screamed.

"Protego, Flagrate," Luna cried out, drawing a large star and cross in the air with fire, "Expello!" she cried after the star and cross were made, sending the fire-shapes towards Millicent.

Millicent was not fast enough and her screams could be heard throughout the restaurant. All of the other customers had fled, and only the owner was left. The owner was in the process of escaping when he was hit by a stupefy spell thrown at him by Flint.

"Incarcerous!" Flint shouted, aiming his wand at Harry. Fortunately, Luna had jumped in the way, leaving Harry still able to fight.

"Furnunculus, Incendo Expello," Harry called out, setting a chair on fire and then levitating it towards Flint, "Impedimenta, Stupefy, Experillimus!"

The boil curse Flint was able to shield, but the rest hit him head on. The chair threw him against the wall and his robes caught on fire as did his hair. His motions were slowed by the 'Impedimenta,' charm so he was not able to neither block the stunning curse nor hold on to his wand as Harry called to it.

"Finite Incantantum," Harry said as he walked over to the stunned body of Flint. The flames instantly disappeared, but so did Marcus. Millicent stopped the flames and apparated over to Marcus, then apparated them away.

Harry walked over to Luna, Flint's wand still firmly in place in his left hand. Harry undid the binding spell and helped Luna up.

"I guess we're not safe anymore," Luna observed quietly as the made their way out of the restaurant.

"We were never safe, ever, at least I wasn't," Harry replied, darkly, "We have to get to Grimmauld Place, Remus and Moody will want to hear about this."

"YOU DID WHAT?" Molly Weasley screamed at her youngest son, "How could you be so-why one earth would you-how the bloody hell-Oh, hello Harry, how are you?"

"A bit confused, what did Ron do?" Harry asked as he and Luna entered the kitchen.

"All I did was tell Remus about his birthday present, God, she makes it seem as if I killed somebody," Ron exclaimed.

"Ron, you're a git, a complete git, Mrs. Weasley, can you tell me where Mad-Eye is?" Harry asked, saying this all very quickly, urgency notable in his voice.

"Why, dear, what's wrong?" Molly asked.

"The Flints attacked us in the Alley today, I got Marcus' wand, but they got away before I could bind them," Harry explained.

"Are you alright?" Ron asked worried.

"Yes, we're fine, I have rope burn, but besides that, we're fine," Luna stated, rubbing her burned arms.

"Luna, I'll fix your burns, Harry, Mad-Eye's upstairs in the third study on your left, top floor, you may want to knock first, he said something about experimenting with new charms," Molly said as she whipped out some potions.

Harry kissed Luna on the cheek before he headed upstairs; he was just about to knock on the study's door when Moody opened it. "C'mon boy, don't just stand there, get in here and tell me what the hell happened, I just got an owl from the ministry, and the Owner of the restaurant was found. How many times do I have to tell you to clean up your messes?"

"The ministry already knew about Flint, so I don't see what the problem is," Harry replied as they entered the study.

"Yes, but if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, a good Auror never, ever leaves a mess behind," Moody exclaimed in his Scottish accent, something he had not been able to get rid of even though he had been living in England for almost seventy years. "Now get in here and help me, I've been trying to find the Flints for the last hour, why the hell did it take you so long to get here anyway?"

"Luna was in a bit of pain so I took her to Mungo's, they were too crowded so we came home, is that crime?" Harry asked, his own annoyance rising.

"No," Moody agreed, "Now come on, we have to perform some tracking spells, and I hear you're good at those Potter."

Harry smiled at the compliment and took out his wand. "Oh," he said as his hand touched another wand, Flint's, "You probably want this." He handed Moody the wand, which he accepted and traced, it was going to be a long day.