A\N: I do not own Harry Potter or make any money off these stories. They exist solely for your entertainment and to get the plot bunnies out of my head. Thank you for reading and hopefully reviewing!
Luna watched Hannah leave. Looking around the kitchen she smiled. She had seen parts of it when Tom had been in charge and she liked how Hannah had rearranged things. There were several copper tea pots of various sizes hanging on the walls. The stove sat in one corner, a large hulking machine with iron legs and a large belly. Luna remembered hearing something about the Leaky Cauldron now selling pizzas.
"Luna, you can come on out. It's Harry." Luna followed Hannah's voice into the main dining room. Harry was already seated drinking what appeared to be a cup of coffee.
" Good morning Harry. Did you have any luck finding my bag?"
"I'm afraid not, Luna. There were signs something happened, where you were knocked down. The ground was roughed up, a set of large foot prints showed someone running away."
"Do you still think I was targeted?"
"I'm not sure. It could have just been a crime of opportunity. Although, why take your bag and run, why not just apparate away?"
"Did you find anything in the abandoned store?" Hannah asked knowing Harry and Ron had planned to at least look at it.
"Nothing other than a bunch of cobwebs, some broken fire whiskey bottles, and random litter, no."
"I guess you scared away the Crymson Cryders," Luna commented.
"We didn't see any." Luna nodded.
"They don't usually like people anyway. Thank you for looking for my bag though."
"It's our job. Do you remember if there was anyone else out on the street at the same time?"
"No, but I did see a strange colored cat."
"What color was it?"
"Purple, with little pink splotches. It had long fur, at first I thought it might be a type of Pygmy Puff, but it was a cat. It acted like a cat too and ran away when I tried to get close. Is that important?"
"I honestly don't know yet," Harry admitted. "So far we have no real reason why anyone would steal your bag, leave your wand, and then actually run away from the crime."
"What if it wasn't a wizard?" Hannah asked. "Or someone who isn't used to doing things the magical way? A muggle-born maybe?"
"That would explaining the running, but nothing else. Are you sure there was nothing important in your bag?"
"Just the article about the Pages store, my sketch pad, some quills, a book about giant squid, two green shoelaces, and I think I might have had a few chocolate frog cards. Is any of that valuable to anyone besides me?"
"I don't know. Most likely not, what was in the article?"
"Just a bit of history about the building, how it used to be a store before the war. I had a small interview with some of the neighboring shops. The last part of it was about the Crymson Cryders and how their affecting the ecosystem here in Diagon Alley." Harry shook his head.
"Who all did you interview? Maybe one of them knows something?"
"Let's see, George, and Lee, and I think I talked to Madam Malkin. I did interview Hagrid about the Cryders."
"Thank you, Luna. If you think of anything else, just send me an owl directly."
"Alright Harry. If it's not too much trouble, could you apparate me home? I want to make sure no one's gone through my home too." Harry nodded and put an arm out for Luna. She turned to Hannah.
"Thank you for helping me."
"You're welcome." With a 'crack' Harry and Luna were gone leaving Hannah with the rest of the morning duties to accomplish.