AN- Hey here's the next chapter as promised. As always we are betad by Celran. (Could someone comment for him please; he's being a winy bitch about being ignored). ;p :p :p :p :p
Anyway thanks for the amazing reaction from Harry and Luna's kiss. They're quite happy together.
I was asked if I will continue further; I plan to complete this story entirely. We will be moving far off canon soon and I look forward to writing it.
Thanks for all the positive the reviews. Onto the chapter.
Chapter 63
Nearly everyone slept late the day after the ball. Even most teachers weren't seen moving around until eleven o'clock.
Breakfast was an empty affair; lunch was groggy and miserable. However full of Chatter about the wonderful night before it may have been.
Draco was strangely quiet, Harry suspected he was still half asleep; he looked really tired. Hermione could not stop talking, however every time someone asked her even a small question she would blush furiously. Ron had fallen back to sleep beside his lunch.
This lead to Fred stealing all the chicken from his plate and tossing it away. Fred insisted that no one in his family would eat chicken. He was very serious about protecting the chickens. Harry wouldn't tell anyone but he had found the boy clucking around in his Animagus form with Hagrids chickens. He did wonder if they were good conversation, but wouldn't ask.
"Oh 'Arry, Cedric." Fleur came up to the table beaming. She held a drink in one hand and a newspaper in the other. "'Ello everyone."
"Hi Fleur." Cedric nodded at the girl.
"Good morning Fleur." Ginny nodded tiredly as the older girl sat beside her.
Fleur smiled at Ginny next to her; she took a drink and spoke. "I cannot remember your name, but I saw you dance. You were good."
"Oh, It's Ginny."
"Ginny, 'ave you taken lessons?"
Ginny looked a little confused. "No, never."
"You should, you would be ever so good."
"I don't think so. But thanks."
Fleur smiled at the girl, before turning to face Harry. "Oh 'Arry, I saw the photograph. You and Luna looked 'ever so….. so sugary."
"You mean sweet, Fleur." Hermione corrected.
"Oh? That does not sound right." She said, but waved her hand. "No. It is your language, so you are probably right. 'ave you seen the photograph 'arry?" The Veela girl was very cheery that morning; well, early afternoon, anyway.
"What Photograph?"
Fleur placed her drink down and showed him the front page of the Daily Prophet. On the page was the picture of Harry kissing Luna the night before. Harry watched himself lean in and then both teenagers quickly pulled away both blushing furiously. He was smiling like a fool. Behind them the Grey Lady's ghost was watching carefully.
'The Chosen One's Chosen One. Harry Potter dating Luna Lovegood. Is it true love? By Rita Skeeta'
"How in Merlin's bright green knickers did she get that picture?!"
Fleur smiled at Harry's outburst. "I think you two look very lovely."
"That's not really the point Fleur."
"I suppose not. There is a small photograph of Viktor and 'ermione later in the article." Fleur added.
Hermione leaned over to have a look at the newspaper.
"What does the article actually say?" Ginny asked.
"Oh yes." Fleur lifted the paper so she could see what was written. After Harry had told her about her future husband she had been taking ever chance to practice her English. "It gives a full detail of your entire relationship up till now. It talks about your personality and Luna's personality. She does suggest that Luna and yourself are not compatible but, of course, I don't agree with that."
"They're like the most compatible couple in the world." It was actually Dean that spoke up. He and Seamus were the most rested of all the Gryffindor's. They left the party early; no dates. They were found collapsed together on a pile of sweets when Harry came back.
"Yeah they're both equally insane." Draco placed in with a huge smile.
"Luna isn't insane."
"And yet you don't defend yourself." Draco retained his smile.
"Honestly, I think Harry's more far out there than Luna is." Hermione agreed.
Fleur lifted the picture. "Who is that in the back?" She asked as she smiled at the picture.
"The Grey Lady." Katie Bell was leaning over for some bread. She was the only Quidditch player in the school that was taking the break in her stride. Even Harry and Cedric had both been caught flying their brooms around school grounds. "She's Ravenclaws ghost. She's always there when two people are on their own. She terrorised the disrespectful or just pushy boys. Rumour has it she was killed by a Jealous man so she protects the girls of Hogwarts. She doesn't talk though as far as I'm aware."
Fleur looked closer at the ghost. "My school could do with a ghost like her. Ma sœur and I struggle sometimes."
Harry was going to say something; though he wasn't sure what. Suddenly without warning Zana began to meow loudly. She moved up to be closer to Harry.
"Zana? Why are you being so loud?"
Then without warning the cat vomited down Harrys robes.
"Zana! Oh god. Oh God. She's sick!"
"It could have just been a hair ball, Harry." Hermione suggested.
"No, Gran gives me food that breaks down the hair for her." Harry cooed over his cat.
"Yeah and that doesn't look like hair." George helpfully pointed to the vomit on Harrys chest.
Harry turned to George unimpressed. "Thanks."
The boy smiled. "Might want to get her looked at."
"Yeah. Sorry guys, I'll be back- eh." Harry shrugged and lifted Zana as if she was a baby. "Come on girl let's get you looked over."
Harry carried the cat all the way to the hospital wing. "I bet its all the rats you have been eating. Or that toad you took from Hufflepuff."
"Reaoooow." Zana moaned from her master's arms.
"Come on we're almost there."
"Back again Mr Potter." Madam Pomphrey smiled. There were a few older students lying on the beds. Alcohol poisoning, or something of the like.
"Zana's Sick." Harry stated. "Can you see what's wrong with her?"
"Harry, I told you, I only work with humans."
"Roooooow." The cat moaned dramatically.
"Please Madam Pomphrey. Please." Harry begged. Hedwig had never gotten Ill; Harry had no idea what to do.
"Put her on the bed I'll have a look." Harry placed his cat on the bed and sat on the chair seated to the side of it.
Hagrid was brought in a while later to look over the cat. Harry spent the whole day waiting at his cats bed side.
"Hey Harry, how is she?" Harry turned to see Luna at the door way. She held a tray of pasties and a tin of tuna.
"Sleeping. Hagrid thinks it's just a bug or something."
"Well, that's good then." She moved closer and looked over at the large cat sleeping on the hospital bed. "Everyone's talking about that picture in the paper."
"Yeah, I know. Fleur showed it to me."
"It's a nice picture I suppose." Luna blushed slightly before catching herself. She liked Harry and Harry liked her back. She would be honest about it; just as he mother taught her to be.
"Yeah, I guess."
"She'll be fine, Harry."
"I know." Harry nodded. "I know that. My memories. It just makes me worry. I don't deal with loss. Well, Not anymore."
"You're not going to lose her. She's just a little sick is all." Luna comforted her boyfriend. She knew his mind well even if she didn't understand it. Luna knew the poor cat would be fine, and she was right.
AN- I hope you enjoyed this chapter and the story as a whole it is beginning to be translated into French now. I will be putting a link on the Prologue soon if that's something that interests you.
Also please mention Celran he's beginning to irritate me. *rolls eyes*
Anyway see you next week. ~ T.I.A
