A short note to the readers: You might have noticed that this story is the 3rd that is lining up the scenery for a large major story: Potters Wars (soon to be published here). I might add that I am not at all the owner of all the stories and characters that appear or will have their little cameos here.

Please note that in this particular story here, some intercourse is mentioned, although not explicitly described but still, if you do not like it, don't read the chapters ends.

'Through the Veil!' she said

Harry looked at Hermione like she had finally lost her marbles. "It's always the most clever ones that perish first. Maybe it's the mental friction of having too many contradictory thoughts at the same time that causes it." Hermione was inhaling deeply to express how deeply appalled she felt by Harry's incapability to grasp the science behind getting killed by the Veil in an exciting new experiment.

"Luna, did you spend too much time with Hermione lately?" Harry addressed his other best friend, Luna Lovegood who had spread her slender form over the comfy looking couch that she had conjured. Instead of answering she lazily flicked one of her salted peanuts in Harrys direction which transformed itself into an hyperactive screaming chipmunk in mid flight. Harry was impressed by her offhanded demonstration of really advanced magic but he still banished the flying menace with an equally wandless and wordless spell though the Veil of Death that stood in the middle of Hermiones laboratory. Maybe it was more Hermiones laboratory that was standing around the Veil of Death, because the Veil could not be moved from where it stood.

Harrys relationship with Hermiones newest object of scientific interest was, to say the least, not at all positive. The thing had killed his adopted grandfather Sirius Black and it's only purpose seemed to be to just do the same to anyone who stepped through the grey, nebulous pane that stretched throughout the mean looking, ancient stone circle, that stood vertically in one of the hidden cellar rooms of the Ministry of Magic for maybe thousands of years. Presumably the Ministry of Magic had been erected around it by some lunatic druids that had stumbled into Londonium in King Artus times. The rim of the evil device was covered in ancient runes that were withered and only half readable.

The Veil was the execution device of choice of the past and current Ministry of Magic. Although, truth to be said, the number of Veil-executions had drastically decreased during the time of Harry being the main force of lawfully handling wizards who went all Dark Lord. Harrys efficiency in finding, confronting and terminally convincing any new Dark Lord wannabees of choosing a different occupation - most of the time being dead - was legendary and highly sought after in the magic world.

"Look here, you of small minds as I shed the light of higher intelligence into those empty brain buckets that you call heads and apparently carry around for decorative purposes." Hermiones liaison with Sherlock Holmes had definitely made her more snappish. Harry could already see Luna perking up to make fun of her inconsistent mental imagery but Hermione cut her short. "Or, in more profane words: Listen Here!" Another peanut came sailing, this time towards Hermione who, like Harry before, paid not really much attention as it turned into an angry quacking penguin in mid flight and she banished it into the Veil.

"Before he - err - disappeared, Sherlock helped me to translate most of the runes that are carved in the basement and around the Veil. It says here that this is a portal to other worlds who host portals just the same. Some part of it is not any longer translatable because some idiot hammered stairs in the foundation rock, but I have deduced that it is a device of transport between distant planets." Hermione made a dramatic pause. If she had expected that her friends would be impressed - she was disappointed.

"Where has he gone anyways?" Luna asked.

"What?" Clearly not, the questions Hermione had expected.

"No, Who!" Luna smirked.

"Who, what?"

Harry groaned, lately his two friends could really be annoying. They had both ended their previous relationships under mysterious circumstances and both avoided talking about it, but tried to find out from the other one, no matter what.

Harry had the suspicion that Hermiones extensive use of time turners to enable her to spend time with her boyfriend Sherlock Holmes while both could maintain their day to day jobs, had severely affected her mental stability. He doubted that both of them would be fit for their jobs, in her case as Head of the Department of Mysteries and Sherlock still insisted of being addressed as the sole paid freelance detective of Scotland Yard. The misuse of the time turners had obviously come at a high price. They must have humped years out of the fragile instruments, Hermione looked more like a 40 year old women while Sherlock had had white hairs already last week when Harry had seen him last. The pair had been together for less than two years and Harry had seen them regularly, sometimes they could not remember that he had met them only minutes ago, which, in Harry's experience, was a good indicator for extensive misuse of magical artifacts. Maybe Holmes had already died of old age and sexual exhaustion - wizards lived so much longer - it was absolutely possible that Hermione had applied some dubious de-aging charms on herself and was in reality something like 80 or 90 years old already. Her current nutcake obsession in making Harry walk through the Veil to see if there was an advanced alien civilization hidden behind it was indicating more towards 180 years, he pondered.

Luna, who shared Harrys concerns of Hermiones mental health, had been on and off with Neville for almost 10 years, directly from out of school. They had a child together but Luna claimed it was not hers. When Hermione and Harry had tried to explain to her the basics about human reproduction she had simply stated that she does not feel the need to follow regular habits. Truth to be said, the child looked way more like Hannah Abbot than Luna. Beginning of this year, Neville had declared that Hannah and he would raise the child as if it were their own and Luna had declared that she had never married Neville anyways and indeed no document or other proof could be found although Harry and Hermione clearly remembered attending their wedding ceremony, but nobody else seemed to remember it.

His two childhood friends were definitely pushing the borders of what could be called socially acceptable levels of eccentricity.

But maybe it was only Harry who got more and more distant to the wizarding world so that it was just him who thought all this to be unhealthy illogical. Like Luna he was sitting on his own conjured divan in Hermiones laboratory, staring into the Veil, lost in his thoughts. Maybe he had in truth not returned from Nepal at all but that dam Yeti necromancer had caught him in a brain trap making him only believe that he had blown him into pieces and freed all Yetis and was now sitting with his friends in Hermione's improvised laboratory.

"Luna, can you proof to me that you are real and not a construct of my own imagination, because there are reasons for me to suspect that I have been captured in my own brain as an eternal prison while some Yeti Inferi are gnawing my frozen legs off?"

Luna jumped gracefully through the room in one single stride directly onto Harry's lap. She grabbed his chin and stared into his eyes. "Occlumency shields down Potter, now!" Harry was really distracted by her wiggling hips in his lap, so her mind intrusion attack slammed right through his already lowering shields like they were made of paper. The lab around them faded away and suddenly - in his mind - Luna stood in front of him in a canary yellow summer dress, radish earrings and sticks poking out of her wild hair. She was glowing in ever changing colors and strange butterflies and fairies were fluttering around her.

She looked around in Harrys Mindscape. "Hogwarts? Your Mindscape is Hogwarts? That's a bit strange Harry, this place is so real. How do you fit all the fantasy stuff into it?" She took his hand and they floated through the air for a short tour of his mental image of the old castle inside of his own mind. Luna was making 'hm hm' sounds now and then like if she knew what she was doing.

"Wanna come and see mine?" Harry could feel her hips rubbing his lap even though they were being in his mindscape. "OK?" he replied hesitantly.

His brain-Luna grabbed his other hand and they were squeezed through a hole in her occlumency shields into the mindscape of Luna Lovegood, something Harry had never expected to happen.

He arrived in a vast parking lot that was full of shopping carts that were moving around at nakebread speed. 'Nakebread?' Harry thought, scratching his imaginary heads. He looked around and was immediately convinced that he could have never made something like this up in his most strangest fever dreams, proving that he was actually in reality standing in the virtual … hmm, let's say he was convinced that he was not captured in a mind trap by the evil necromancer of last week.

At the border of Lunas mid-mind parking lot, in one direction a lush jungle began, it was stretching endlessly, but there was no horizon, it looked like they were standing inside of an enormous globe. Forests, oceans, dancing mountains, sees of lava floating from the sun in the middle of this gigantic mind universe could be seen. The sun hovered in the center and changed its shape, sometimes he could see the form of the head of Lunas mother or her father, Hermione, Neville and quite often himself. The light from the different sun-heads had a taste and smell and feelings to it. Neville tasted like chocolate, Lunas Father like paper and fresh grass and when Harry's head appeared the thousands of little creatures and duplicates of Luna that inhabited Lunas head and drove around in shopping carts cheered "Harriiieeeeee!" at the same time. The light from Lunas sun in the form of his head tasted strangely like bathsoap, burning wood, a sea breeze and sand between the toes and raunchy sex in a broom closet. It was the most beautiful, chaotic, strange and loveable place Harry had ever been.

Harry plopped out of the brain connection with Luna who looked at him with wonder in her eyes. Only then he became aware that he had a firm grip on her ass and an erection that would have been impossible for Luna not to notice.

"Luna, you have the most beautiful, fascinating, loveable mind that I can imagine. Can you please be my girlfriend?"

"Harry, your mind feels like made of rocks, filled with adventures inside of history with dangerous secrets and unknown rooms everywhere. There are monsters and villains and fun, love, pain and loss and barmy old men gibbering nonsens in the dungeons. Yes I always wanted and will be your girlfriend."

The following snogging session was only interrupted when Hermione let out a frustrated huff and left the room, locking the door behind her firmly.