Harry ate dinner quickly that night, as he couldn't wait to go and see Professor Reid. As the day had gone on, he realized how odd the entire predicament was. He had never heard of Professor Reid asking anyone else to his office.

Ron was talking to Neville about his plans for the Gryfindor Quidditch team. To Harry's great surprise, Ron had scheduled practice for all next week after dinner.

Hermione was speaking to Harry about how good Hagrid's lesson's had become. Harry, regardless of how much he liked Hagrid, had to admit that his teaching skills had improved greatly.

"I think it was his run in with Umbridge that did it," Hermione said to Harry. Umbridge had been there Defense against the Dark Arts teacher last year, and had proved to be the worst of them all (this was saying something as two of them had been agents of Voldemort). She had risen to the ranks of High Inquisitor of Hogwarts-a post, Harry was sure, she had made up-and placed many teachers on suspension.

"Yeah," Harry said quietly. He glanced around to the Ravenclaw table. His eyes stopped on Cho, out of habit and then moved over to Luna. She was sitting alone; she was flipping threw a magazine while biting on a piece of toast. "Do students have to sit at their house tables."

For a moment, Hermione looked at him bewildered and then she followed his eyes over to the Ravenclaw table, she let out a small giggle. Harry snapped his eyes back. Did she know?

"No, it's not against the rules," Hermione said slowly. There was a giggly tone to her voice.

"What's not against the rules?" Ron asked. He had finished his discussion with Neville. He looked, interestedly, from Harry to Hermione, neither of whom really wanted to discuss the matter.

Harry stood up, and put his hands on either side of his mouth. "Wotcher, Luna."

Luna looked up, clearly bewildered at anyone calling her name. A few other girls, Harry guessed they to where named Luna, looked up and stared menacingly at him. He, Harry, then understood how odd the entirety of the scene was. Malfoy, however, was able to see how funny it was. He was laughing with Crabbe and Goyle from the corner of the Slytherin table.

Luna stood and walked, slowly, over to the Gryfindor table; she was dressed in simple black robes; atop her all black shoes were small dragons that roared as she walked.

"Yes."

"Would you-er-um-. Would you like to sit with me?" Harry asked, however it wasn't exactly needed as she had already sat down. Her bright eyes stared over to Hermione with a slight awe. Ron seemed lost at what was going on.

"Luna, how's your dad?" Hermione asked. Harry looked over at her, oddly. When had Hermione met Luna's father?

"He's fine. I got a letter from him this morning," Luna said, her voice was more confidants then Harry had ever heard it. Possibly, because everyone at the Gryfindor table had finally stopped caring at the fact that a Ravenclaw was sitting at there table. "He's working on an article about the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, and how they ignore the fight for elf suffrage."

Harry and Ron turned to Hermione, automatically. They knew that this would make her grow a beard as long as Dumbledore. They were right-her face had elongated three times its usual size. Luna was staring at them all, as Ron began to laugh.

"What-I…what…how? This is the best thing ever to-" She stopped for a moment a large smile came upon her face. "-happen."

"Why?" Luna asked. She began to laugh as well. However, Harry was less than pleased; he had invited her over hear to talk about-he wasn't sure, but he knew it wasn't elf rights.

"Hermione has this thing spew-"

"It is not spew, Ron! It's the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Warfare, I started it. I mean House-Elves are complete underrepresented in government, I mean they have an entire office for Centaurs and not a single centaur has ever been there," Harry could see that usual fanatic glint in Hermione's eyes, the same glint that came whenever S.P.E.W. was mentioned.

"Oh," Luna said shocked. "I've never heard of it. Do you mind if I told my Dad about it? He is looking for some type of organization, and a human interest group would be great."

"Yes." Hermione said in an overly loud voice, it echoed through the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall shot a disapproving look at the lot of them.

"Human interest group?" Harry asked. Harry was used to not knowing things in the wizard world, but this didn't sound anything like magic.

"It means a small group-usually non-profit-that fight to change something in the Ministry," Luna said in her usual airy tone.

"Hmm…what do you wanna be a journalist or something?" Harry asked. He was sure that they had these in the magical world, as he had come very close the pen of Rita Skeeter.

"Yeah, I mean one day the Quibbler is going to be mine."

"What else is your father working on?" Ron said, it was clear that he wanted to change the subject. Hermione looked close to storming in the kitchens and leading a riot.

"Other than the house elf article? He has someone working on Hump-Back Snortlader and the Goblin killings that should have been exposed when Fudge was demoted," Luna exclaimed. Harry couldn't help but laugh, as Hermione and Ron rolled there eyes and began to talk about there Defense against the Dark Arts essay on advanced protection spells.

For some reason, even though it had been an odd conversation, Harry couldn't wait for his Hogsmeade trip with Luna.

Harry's heart was heavy as he knocked on the door to Professor Reid's office. What could he possibly want me for? Am I doing badly in class? No, I am doing better than even before; this was true-even Hermione had to admit he was doing better than she was. He knocked again, and he heard the gruff voice of Reid tell him to enter.

The office was lit by large candles that were flying overhead. Harry was reminded, somehow, of the candles that had floated over his own head the night he had been sorted.

He, also, noticed that the room was almost empty, save for the large bookcases that filled the walls, each full of very large texts. A few books lay scattered on his desk; however Reid was not sitting behind it. He, Reid, was standing near the fourth bookcase from the left.

For the first time, Harry was able to take in the oddity of Professor Reid's appearance.

He was a very tall man, and Harry was sure that his immensely silent stature added to his height. His hair was a dark ashen color; Harry noticed that his robes were the exact same color. However, it was his eyes that were the oddest part of his body. They were bright violet, and held a deep and deadened look.

Harry knew this look all to well. It was the look he had seen in Sirius's face every time he had looked at his godfather; it was, what Harry could only call, the Azkaban look. It was the look, which made eyes dark and shadowed like ethereal orbs.

"Harry, Hello," He said, his voice had a content tone that Harry was not used to hearing. In fact, Professor Reid's, Harry noticed, entire appearance seemed to have grown better, at least since that long ago night he arrived. He face, once gaunt and sunken, had filled in, thanks to the wondorous food of the House-Elves.

"Hello."

Harry responded. Reid moved from the bookcase, a small book in his hand. Harry glanced at the title as he laid it one the table, and sat down at his desk. It was in an odd language he had never heard seen. Reid motioned for Harry to take a seat; Harry sat down, slowly.

"So, Harry" He paused for a moment. He sliped the book into his desk staring down at Harry for a moment. "I suppose that you know why we are here."

"No, sir," Harry awnsered. He couldn't understand it really. It didn't seem like he was in trouble.

"Dumbledore asked that I teach you a few things, before…."He stoped. Harry couldn't believe it-he was going to be studying with Ried.

Harry couldn't understand why he felt this way. Hadn't Reid always proved to be a good teacher? Hadn't he, Harry, flourished under his tutelage? Why then? Why this odd felling?

He still couldn't escape that idea. This man had been in Azkaban, hadn't Hermione said why? For committing heinous acts against the magical community, and he had gotten off on testimony on Dumbledore? But, so had Snape, and Harry wasn't about to let Snape have a wand and free will in front of him.

"I, however, thought it would be better if we got to know each other first. I doubt you would fell comfratable with me," Reid said in his light voice. "My past is just as known as yours, well parts of it…."

"Er."

"It's alright. Questions won't be neccesary. Harry, do you know what a pensieve is?" Reid asked opening a slot in his desk, and pulled out a small, solid silver bowl. Harry couldn't help but think, how many times am I going to have to go into this thing.

"Yes, I know what it is," Harry responded. His eyes were down to the ground, he couldn't think about it. What was he about to see?

Reid pulled his wand to his forehead and then slowly removed it. Sticking to his wand were long strands of silver; Harry knew what they were. They were the memories that he, Harry, was about to view.

Reid depoisted the strand into the pensieve. Harry peaked up from the floor, and onto Professor Reid's desk. He, Reid, had obvoiosly pushed the pensieve closer to Harry.

Harry stood up, and looked down into the solid looking wind. The substance was beginning to disipate; the world inside the pensieve becoming clearer and clearer. He could see the edge of a town, and a flash of lightning.

He glanced up once more, and saw that there was a small smile on Reid's face, but his face was full of melancholy.

Harry looked back down, as the picture in the pensieve became more clear and…and….

Author's Note: This chapter is short, but I didn't want to condense Proffesor Reid's story to this chapter. It is going to be spread out, although the next chapter does contain Reid's story, but after that-who knows.