Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…
Placing:29years after the second war – and 6 after the first.
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BISCUIT ROOM
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One hippogriff.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back looking up to the moon.
One hippogriff…
"Mummy," Luna said while swinging her legs and cutting out another hippogriff-shaped biscuit with both hands. Her tongue poked out of her mouth while doing so and she was looking at the dough in deep concentration.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back looking up to the moon with hearts in its eyes…
"Yes, Luna?" Her mother said when Luna didn't speak further before shaking her head at her little girl. She had no idea why Luna wanted to cut out Christmas biscuits in the middle of the summer – well, except that Luna always insisted that she was born in winter, meaning that now was actually late autumn for her…
One heart… two hearts…
"Mummy," Luna said again and cut a second heart-shaped biscuit. "If I wanted to change the world – would you help me?"
Her mother raised an eyebrow at that.
"I guess that's depends on why you wanted to change the world," she finally settled on. "And how you wanted to do it."
One hippogriff…
Luna looked up from her biscuits.
"I want to change the world to make it better, Mummy," Luna said with an expression on her face that told her mother that she should have known that.
"Of course you want to," the mother agreed readily before reaching out and caressing her daughter's hair. "But just knowing that you want to make it better won't be enough, Luna, darling."
For a moment she simply pulled away some locks from Luna's forehead then she continued.
"You have to know exactly what you want to change and how you want to change it," she explained. "That's not an easy thing to do – even if it sounds like that. You need a lot of information before you can even think about beginning."
The mother's eyes first looked into her daughter's, just to start roaming over the table filled with biscuits in the shape of hippogriffs, trees, owls and moons and now some hearts.
Her daughter meanwhile nodded earnestly.
"Of course, Mummy," Luna said airily. "But when I have all the information – will you help me?"
The mother smiled at her child.
"And how do you want to change the world?" She asked her daughter indulgently while secretly wondering how to explain to her daughter that they couldn't change the world into a paradise for the fantastical creatures the girl's father was always talking about.
Luna's mother believed to know her daughter quite well – and sadly the little girl was often exactly like her father when it came to her understanding of the world…
Then her daughter let go of the heart-shaped biscuit cutter.
Luna took a deep breath and then turned so that she could look her mother squarely in the eyes – an action that made her mother raise an eyebrow, not used to the odd clearness in her daughter's normally dreamy eyes.
"I want to bring down the blood-purists, the Death Eaters who got away and the Dark Lord still in hiding," she told her mother earnestly. "Then I plan to take down the Ministry, maybe the Headmaster of Hogwarts and reorder the Wizengamot."
For a second or two, Luna's mother blinked at her in total confusion and surprise then Luna's eyes returned to her normal dreamy state and she smiled at her mother sweetly.
"Will you help me with that, Mummy?" She asked, before reaching for another biscuit cutter – this time a star.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back, looking up to the moon with hearts in its eyes, and it searched for the stars…
Her mother opened her mouth – just to close it again without saying anything.
Then her eyes narrowed.
That sounded like one of the harebrained schemes Xenophilius cooked up every few years…
Luna's mother loved her husband dearly, but sometimes he had just a bit too much fantasy to keep a sense of reality – and in times like those the most idiotic things would come to his mind.
Of course, this time he had obviously shared his ideas with Luna who adored her father and believed in everything he told her about…
"Go back to your biscuits, Luna, darling," she finally said to her daughter instead of answering and patted her hair. "Mummy has to talk to Daddy for a moment or two…"
Luna blinked, but nodded.
"Okay, Mummy," she agreed readily. "I guess it's just sensible to talk it all through with Daddy before agreeing to anything."
"Exactly," her mother said while inwardly planning to chew out her husband.
What had Xenophilius done now that her six-year-old daughter suddenly planned to take down the whole wizarding world?!
Luna's mother was used to a lot of strange ideas – but this one definitely took the cake! She would be damned if her husband would bring in their baby girl into his new harebrained schemes!
With that thoughts she left the kitchen after a last affectionate pat on her daughter's head to go and search for her wayward husband.
Luna meanwhile looked after her mother with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"She seemed a bit upset," Luna said to herself. "Maybe I should have presented her with some of my findings first to ease her into the conversation…"
Then Luna shrugged.
It had been decades since she had last seen her mother, after all, so no wonder she wasn't quite familiar enough with the woman to know how to approach her about something like that correctly…
"Oh, well," Luna thought. "It's not as if my question will cause any harm. She's spelled so that she can't talk about it outside of family and Daddy will be spelled to moment she tells him…"
Luna had taken that precaution to ensure that nobody outside those she wanted to would find out about the plans Neville and she were assembling. Of course, even if her mother would have talked to anybody else about the general overview of their goals it wouldn't have been disastrous, after all, it was Neville who did the actual planning – and his plans were always a mastery of art, with contingency plans that had contingency plans and filled with details not even Luna would have thought about…
With that thought, Luna shrugged disinterestedly and returned to cutting out her biscuits.
One hippogriff.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back looking…
She was interrupted before she could actually cut out the moon by an owl which suddenly flew around the room before landing right in front of Luna's dough just to look at her with unblinking eyes.
So Luna put down her moon-shaped biscuit cutter and blinked at the regal looking owl.
Then she crooked her head.
"Aren't you missed by your master if you're here?" She asked the owl with dreamy eyes.
The owl hooted.
"Oh, really," Luna said. "It's sad if one's master doesn't appreciate one and prefers to use another."
The owl hooted again.
"Well, at least Draco Malfoy is considerate enough to ask you to do things for him now," she said. "I guess that being appreciated at least by him is better than not being appreciated at all."
The owl bobbed its head and hooted again.
Luna smiled.
"Well," she said. "If you've still some free time, how about I find you something to do?"
This time the owl crooked its head before hooting.
Luna nodded.
"Ah!" She said. "Of course Draco Malfoy will always be your first concern after he went through all the trouble to get you out of the house without his father noticing!"
The owl bobbed its head, then it held out a letter for Luna.
Luna reached for it.
"I guess that's the answer to my letter?" She said.
The owl hooted.
Luna nodded gravely.
"I understand," she said. "I will talk to Draco Malfoy about it. It's not nice to make you deliver something without telling you what it actually is."
The owl bobbed its head seriously.
Luna took the parchment and unrolled it.
"Ah, yes," she said. "It's the answer to the letter I send about wrackspurts and nargles."
Her eyes roamed over the parchment.
"Oh," she said surprised. "He's even considerate enough to mention some more places I can go to, to get information…"
She pondered about it a bit before looking at the owl.
"Any idea where the Notts live?" She asked the owl. "They're holding a birthday party for their son soon and Draco Malfoy is sure that a lot of nargles and wrackspurts will attend."
The owl crooked it head before hooting sadly.
Luna nodded, her face as sad as the owls.
"Work secret, I understand," she said earnestly, before shrugging. "Don't worry about it. I will simply ask Harry. He always knows the most unusual things, you know?"
The owl hooted.
But before Luna could say something else or ponder some more, another owl entered the room. The owl was staggering in the air, clearly unable to keep a straight line and was drenched in red. It came down hard, missed Luna's biscuits by an inch and finally landed unsteadily next to the first, nearly crashing into it while doing so.
Luna blinked at the owl which stared at the first owl darkly and a bit unsteadily as if it wasn't sure what it was actually seeing.
Luna crooked her head at the new owl then she shrugged and decided to use common courtesy to greet it.
"Hello Hakuna Matata," she greeted the second owl. "How was your flight? Is Harry still behaving himself?"
The owl send her a dark look before hooting more then once at her.
Luna nodded to each hoot while waiting patiently until the owl was finished, just saying "ah" and "oh" and "hmm" while listening to the hooted rant.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Hakuna Matata," she said finally seriously. "I will talk to Harry. It's not right to build a catapult and use it to shoot raspberry and strawberry jam at the living room furniture."
The owl hooted again.
Luna nodded.
"And the glasses with the jam at the glass cabinet of his aunt," she said.
The owl hooted.
"Oh, well," Luna said. "I guess making her watch was kind of sweet, don't you think so too? His aunt, I'm sure, is happy to know how much he's progressing with refurbishing the house."
The owl hooted disagreeable.
Luna crooked her head.
"Hakuna Matata," she said a bit sternly. "Don't you dare to think that! Harry's a nice guy! He wouldn't just suffocate his aunt in the refrigerator! He's far too noble for that! When he kills her, he will kill her in a way that she will be dead in an instant – before that he will take care that she won't die before her time. He might keep people on the brink of death and he might treat them like they treated him – but otherwise he's not a cruel guy, you know?"
The owl hooted disagreeable.
Luna sighed.
"Ah, well, yes," she said. "The refrigerator was a bit cruel… but then, I believe his aunt made him run around in rags in winter. I think that's not less cruel, is it?"
The owl thought about it and in the end it just looked away.
Luna smiled at the owl.
"It's alright, Hakuna Matata," she said. "Without context, it clearly looks like a very, very unusual punishment."
The owl bobbed it head, then it held out a leg with a letter attached to it. The letter was partly drenched in red as well.
Luna took the letter and then licked her fingers.
"Hmm," she said approvingly. "Raspberry jam. I think I need some as well for my biscuits…"
She opened the letter, read it and then nodded.
"So… I guess I can send those lists on towards Neville," she said. "I'll add my own findings and then we'll meet all next Saturday in Diagon Alley. Harry should be done with the most of the things he still has to do at his relatives by then."
She nodded to herself before looking at the owls.
"How about you rest somewhat… and clean up," she added after seeing Hakuna Matata's red feathers. "And then I'll send you back with an answer?"
Draco Malfoy's owl hooted agreeable.
Hakuna Matata hooted sadly.
Luna smiled at the owls and then stood up to find some beacon for each. After she had given the owls a treat, the two of them flew away to rest – and clean up.
Luna meanwhile washed her hands before returning to her dough.
"Where was I?" She wondered. For a moment she pondered that question while looking at the letters she had set aside next to her dough then she shrugged.
"Ah – whatever," she said before picking up the hippogriff-shaped biscuit cutter.
One hippogriff.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back looking up to the moon.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back looking up to the moon with hearts in its eyes.
One hippogriff was sitting on a tree with an owl on its back, looking up to the moon with hearts in its eyes, and it searched for the stars.
One hippogriff…
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Hmm… I was making mini-cakes with a filling of raspberry-cream before writing that… it might have mixed into this chapter a bit… xDDD
I hope you liked it anyway.
'Till next time
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