See prologue for warnings and disclaimer.
Moonlight and Shadows: Chapter 9
The next morning Harry woke abruptly and went down to breakfast, but not without struggling over his letter to Mrs. Tonks. He was satisfied when it was done, however, and he attached it to Aberforth's leg, making sure the bird knew exactly where he was going. He gave a hoot and almost seemed to roll his eyes at Harry, however, and soared out through the open window.
Dear Mrs. Tonks, please forgive me for not writing you before about Teddy. I hope both of you are well. I wanted to arrange a visit with both of you– today, if possible, since classes start again very soon. I'm anxious to see you and Teddy and keep in touch. I would be accompanied by Draco Malfoy. Please let me know if you are free for a visit today.
Thanks,
Harry P.
Harry was feeling awkward about the whole ordeal for many reasons. Teddy may be his godson, but he'd never seen the baby before... in fact, he'd never really seen a baby before, period. He had no idea how to act, and somewhere in his mind, he feared dully that Teddy would mysteriously automatically hate Harry on sight. And then, he'd only seen Mrs. Tonks once in his life, and had barely spoken to her at all. She'd recently lost her husband and daughter, as well as a sister (no matter how much they had drifted apart, Bellatrix had still been family), and Harry knew this could make things awkward also. Finally, Malfoy would be with him, and that was a mystery all in itself, as well as a catastrophe waiting to happen.
Malfoy had known that he'd talked with Professor McGonagall, but how? Had he really been lurking in the corridor the whole time, or did he have some other means of spying on people?
The new teachers occupied the Staff Table again for breakfast, and the topic of Harry's visit to Teddy came up once again.
"I wish we could go; I'm not entirely thrilled about helping Neville clean the blasted greenhouses–"
"Ron..." said Hermione as a warning. "Harry should probably go alone anyway. He and Mrs. Tonks can have a nice little chat and he won't have to worry about anyone else ruining the moment when he's busy caring for Teddy. Right, Harry?"
Harry was a little bewildered at this, since it was not the situation he expected to encounter at all. But he nodded vaguely at Hermione and his friends fell silent. Luckily for Harry, both of them had assumed that he would be visiting Teddy alone, so he didn't even need to delve into that subject. Breakfast was over soon, and Harry got up anticipating another boring day until he could leave the castle. He was reading some of the books Lupin had given him once about self-defense around midday, when Aberforth returned.
Gladly, Harry got up to take the letter off of his leg, and paused to congratulate Aberforth on his first journey.
Harry, I would love for you to come here around 4 and stay for dinner. You can meet Svala DeBlanc, Teddy's governess, and tell me if you approve. Bring Draco along if you must. I will expect you around 4; see you then!
Andromeda
Harry was thrilled this had worked out, and he noted with some glee Andromeda's reaction to Malfoy. Then he realized that if she wasn't happy to see Malfoy, this could make matters even worse, and a bad mood immediately settled over Harry. If Malfoy ruined this... Harry might just never forgive him. They were dealing with a baby and a widow; Malfoy's cruelty couldn't possibly extend that far, could it? It would have a year ago... now, Harry wasn't so sure.
First thing was first, however– he had to tell Malfoy when they were leaving. He reluctantly left his comfortable room and Aberforth and headed to the dungeons, after confirming with the map that Malfoy was there. He knocked three times as he had the day before, but this time Malfoy opened it. He raised an eyebrow at Harry, looking completely unsurprised that Harry was there.
"What?" he demanded. Harry stared coolly at him.
"Mrs. Tonks says we're to be at her house at 4. So 3:30 in the Entrance Hall. We're eating dinner there and meeting the governess." Malfoy smirked at that.
"Fine, Potter. 3:30."
Harry nodded and left, having been dismissed from Malfoy's presence. The rest of the afternoon was spent with Ron, since Hermione left them huffily after pestering them to get ready for the school days. They flatly refused, getting out Ron's chess set and ignoring Hermione's protests.
"Harry, it's worse for you than Ron, you actually have classes! What are you going to do in two days when you actually have to teach? I don't suppose you've been planning at all for your classes, but if you'd asked me I could have helped you draw up lesson plans... As it is, I think it's too late to do any of that... And Ronald!" she yelled suddenly, make Ron jump and his ears turn red. "Have you gone over all of the Hogwarts rule books? You simply can't afford to miss anything! I do know some of them, like in Volume Two, Chapter Seven, Number Two Forty-Eight, where it plainly states that the Forbidden Forest may not be used for punishment purposes, and Filch broke that rule loads of times, even with us in our very first year! But that's outrageous, you can't go breaking rules yourself when you're supposed to be the one catching others at breaking rules! And you can't simply lean on me to remember everything the rule books say!"
"Why not? You know them all by heart, someone should make use of that..."
"Ronald! It's your job! Do you want to lose it just because of a dumb mistake you made?"
"Hermione, if Filch broke the rules and didn't lose his job, then I can afford a couple dumb mistakes at first. Besides, I do know the rule books."
"Oh yeah? Like which rules?"
"Like in Volume Seven, Chapter One, Number Seven Hundred, where it says that talking too much is a punishable offense and a likely punishment is... is... completely ignoring the person!" he finished vaguely, and turned back to Exploding Snap with Harry.
"Fine," Hermione at last, and she stalked away.
"Honestly," Ron told Harry, "I think she gets worse every day, the poor first years might even think she's worse than McGonagall... Or maybe she's actually getting private lessons from McGonagall... Say, Harry, is she really letting you go visit Teddy alone?"
Harry had been dreading that.
"Er... no," he said. It was stupid to think Ron wouldn't ask–
"So then who's going with you?" he'd stopped playing, curious as to Harry's answer, but Harry continued, pretending to be very interested in the cards they were playing Exploding Snap with.
"Er... Malfoy."
"Malfoy?!" Ron blurted. "Why in the hell is he going with you?!"
"I have no idea," said Harry truthfully, still playing with the cards.
"Listen, mate, I'll tell Neville I can't clean up the greenhouses with him, and I'll go with you and make sure–"
"No," Harry interrupted. "I can handle him, Ron, thanks."
"Are you off your tree?" exclaimed Ron. "This is Malfoy! McGonagall's actually allowing him to go with you?"
"Actually, she doesn't know," Harry said, looking up at Ron for the first time during this conversation. His expression was so confused, and surprised, and generally flabbergasted that Harry almost wanted to laugh. "It really isn't a big deal, Ron. I've dealt with him for seven years; I can deal with him for another afternoon." Ron seemed to think that was at least somewhat in order, because he shrugged and joined back in the game shortly.
"I still think you're off your tree, though..." The next moment, the tower of cards blew up and scorched his eyebrows, and Harry nearly fell over laughing so hard.
At 3:30, Ron and Hermione escorted Harry to the Entrance Hall, despite Harry's many protests.
"Don't be afraid to hex him if he puts a toe out of line. I'll let you off and I'm sure McGonagall will look over it."
"No, Ron, that's inappropriate. Just bring him back here immediately if he does anything stupid, Harry."
"Come on, Hermione, he deserves something actually being done about him!"
"That's immature and unwise. Harry will handle any situation very well."
"Don't be silly, Harry will hex him the first chance he gets, won't you, Harry?"
Harry had been trying to ignore this conversation, so when they both looked at him expectantly, he stalled.
"Er... right," he said awkwardly.
"No, Harry, you mustn't!"
"Aw, come on Hermione. Nothing really bad, just a little warning..." whined Ron. But they fell silent immediately, turning a corner and coming up to Malfoy.
"Speak of the devil," Ron muttered.
"What was that, Weasley? I couldn't hear you through your hair," Malfoy sneered. Actually, Harry noticed, Malfoy was right– Mrs. Weasley hadn't given Ron a haircut in at over a year, since his last was for Fleur's wedding. His hair now hung just below his chin, and sometimes covered his eyes. But of course, the comment was still rude (even thoughHarry couldn't help thinking again that Malfoy's insults were slipping).
Malfoy didn't wait for an answer.
"So what's this, Potter? You were so scared you brought two seconds with you this time?" He sniggered as Hermione and Ron glared daggers at him. "Ah well, I don't blame you. Actually, you should have brought a few more, and then we'd have a fair fight."
Harry just rolled his eyes and shook his head, and turned to his friends.
"I'll see you when we get back, have fun with the greenhouses." He smiled, showing them he had nothing to worry about, and they turned back out of the Hall. Malfoy followed Harry to the door, and before he knew what he was doing, Harry had opened the door for Malfoy. He stood back and raised his eyebrows, too late realizing what he'd done.
"What is this Potter, some sort of joke?"
"Er..." he faltered for a second. "No, this is so you don't trip me from behind," he said pleasantly.
For a split second, Harry watched Malfoy's expression twitch in a smirk... but it wasn't really a smirk. If Harry didn't know any better, he might have said that Malfoy was wearing an amused smile. But then his face was impassive again, and he silently walked past Harry to the road leading to Hogsmeade.
Harry caught up with him and they walked in silence for a while, which Harry actually found quite comfortable. He supposed it was better than a constant flow of mini jabs and insults. Then Malfoy spoke.
"So you think we're going to be friends now, Potter? Just because I have no other... alliances?" Harry looked at him in surprise.
"This is the first I've heard that you don't have any other alliances, actually."
Malfoy seemed to think he had said too much. He shook off Harry's comment.
"Regardless, you think I'm just going to be your friend now? You expect me to fall on my knees in admiration like all the hussies who love you so much?"
"Well we did happen to agree, actually, that we aren't enemies..." he began. Malfoy snorted.
"An act, Potter, all an act."
"I wasn't acting!" Harry replied, a bit more defiantly than he'd intended.
"Oh? A bit surprising, since you got so used to acting the hero..." This didn't make any sense to Harry, but he pushed on.
"So you were acting, then?"
"Did I say that, Potter?"
"I don't know what you said. You're not my enemy, even if I'm yours. But I don't have any reason to call you a friend."
"Really? Well–"
"Listen, don't cause any trouble tonight. I don't even know why you're coming along, but they don't need any trouble." Malfoy's eyes narrowed, but he didn't say anything. They'd reached Hogsmeade, and Harry sighed.
"Ok, I know where I'm going, so just... hold my arm or something."
"You mean I have to touch you?" Harry rolled his eyes with impatience.
"Haven't you ever done Side-Along Apparition? You have to hold on." He stuck out his elbow and Malfoy looked at it before putting his thumb and forefinger around it. "Ok," he closed his eyes in concentration. "One... two..." He said three and turned on the spot just as he felt Malfoy's other fingers close around his arm. Suddenly he felt the peculiar jerk around his navel as if he were using a Portkey... but he was Apparating... Tonks' House, he thought dully...
They landed with a thud, as Harry felt an extreme pain on his left wrist. He sunk to his knees as he gasped, thinking that Malfoy must have somehow put a Stinging Jinx on him again. He looked down and saw a jagged line of blood and a gash running halfway up his forearm, which didn't come with a Stinging Jinx. It looked like he'd only lost some layers of skin. Malfoy was looking down at him in confusion.
"Splinch yourself, Potter?" he asked, but the words carried very little, if any, cruelty.
"Guess so," Harry said as he bit his lip. He looked around him; they had made it to Mrs. Tonks' house, after all. Malfoy bent down, to Harry's surprise, and muttered Tergeo. The blood from Harry's clothes and the ground vanished, as well as most of it on his arm.
"Well I don't know how to heal cuts, so don't ask."
"It's fine," mumbled Harry, getting to his feet. They walked in silence to the front door, and Malfoy knocked.
"Hello, boys," Mrs. Tonks said as she opened the door. She beamed at Harry, then smiled uncertainly at Malfoy, who nodded, and then narrowed her eyes back at Harry, who said hello and smiled, but was clutching his arm. "What happened, Harry?" she asked in the no-nonsense kind of tone her daughter had used sometimes. She scowled at Malfoy.
"It wasn't his fault," Harry said quickly. "I just kind of... splinched myself."
"Oh, well that's alright then, come inside and I'll fix it." She stood aside to let them both in, and promptly healed Harry's cut. "You'll have a scar, I'm afraid, but that's alright. Feel better?"
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Tonks," Harry said gratefully.
"Oh, it's Andromeda, please!" she laughed. Harry couldn't help wondering that she was very happy for someone who had recently lost 3 family members. She turned behind her and Harry just noticed the girl standing there. Andromeda waved her forward.
"This is Svala, she's Teddy's governess. She's very young, but I think you'll find she's quite capable. She used to do this sort of things for Muggles, but then she was called... er... what was it, dear?"
"Babysitter," Svala replied promptly. She looked quite shy when she was standing by Andromeda, but when she spoke Harry got the distinct impression that she was eager to prove herself.
"Yes, that..." said Andromeda, looking frightened at the very word. Harry smiled, though– he knew babysitting wasn't what it sounded like. "Anyway," she continued, "she's been doing a great job so far... So come in, come in... Teddy's in the other room. He might be sleeping, but don't be afraid to wake him. We'd rather he slept well tonight. Oh, and I believe he's having another orange day... his hair," she added to Harry and Draco's confused faces. "So, you're welcome to go in, just spend some time with him..." She pointed at the room he was in, and Harry proceeded, expecting Malfoy to follow.
"I was wondering if I could speak to you, actually," Malfoy said quietly to Andromeda behind Harry.
"Yes, of course... Svala, you go with Harry and look after them. Draco, through here..." She led him into the office and Harry scowled after them, wondering what on earth they had to talk about. Svala had walked past him and was holding open the door to Teddy's bedroom.
Awkwardly, Harry walked to the crib and was greeted by a smiling baby with not orange, but purple hair.
"Oh, it already changed!" laughed Svala, also looking down. Harry couldn't think of anything to say or do, so he settled for simply staring at the baby in wonder that a human could really be so tiny. When Teddy was bored with staring back at them, he started scowling, and Svala brought out her wand, making sparks fly over his crib. Teddy squealed at this, and every time Svala waved her wand.
"You can hold him, you know," she said finally.
"I don't... I don't know..." Harry stammered.
"It's ok. Here," she bent down and picked up the baby herself, then held him out to Harry. "Just put one arm under him, and then put your other hand on his neck. They have to have their necks supported." Harry, feeling more awkward by the second, held out one arm, which Svala sat Teddy on, then did as she said and cradled Teddy's head in the other. He was still holding him about a foot away from his body, and he watched as Teddy's scowl grew in confusion.
"I er... I don't think he likes me..." Harry stammered. Svala laughed.
"He hasn't started crying, though, that's a good sign!" But Harry's eyes widened as at that moment, Teddy's eyes squinted and his mouth opened in a tiny whine. Svala laughed again.
"It's ok, Harry. Just hold him a bit, and maybe bounce him up and down..." Harry brought Teddy against his chest, and then clumsily started bending his knees and straightening up in a jerky motion that was not likely to calm a baby. Indeed, Teddy whined again, louder this time, and Harry looked to his side to see a fat tear rolling down his cheek.
"I just don't..." he started again.
"It's ok, Harry, just bounce a little with him!" She demonstrated half hopping on the balls of her feet, and Harry tried to imitate her. To his surprise, he found a bit of a rhythm at last. Teddy, who had started wailing, was quieting down and just gasping a little for some short breaths. Harry's shoulder was wet with tears, but he didn't care– he was surprised to find that holding Teddy could turn out to be comfortable.
Svala was smiling at him with a kind of admiration and satisfaction, but was distracted by something over Harry's shoulder. Harry turned, still bouncing with Teddy, and saw Malfoy in the doorway. He was surprised– he'd almost forgotten Malfoy was in the house. He'd stopped mid-bounce, almost on tip-toes, and knew his position had really earned that smirk from the doorway.
"So he hasn't killed him yet?" Malfoy asked Svala.
"No, far from it! Turns out Teddy's really taken a liking to Harry!"
"Surprise, surprise!" said Malfoy sarcastically. Harry frowned.
"Ha, as if every baby you come across likes you, Malfoy."
"Oh, as a matter of fact, Potter... here, my turn," he stalked toward Harry, but Harry's arms squeezed around Teddy protectively and he turned away.
"Don't even touch him," he growled. Svala, who was watching this with wide eyes (obviously she had thought Harry and Draco were the best of friends), stepped forward.
"Harry, give him to me."
"You're going to give him to... Draco," he said hesitantly. They were again using first names just for show, but Harry thought it felt so very odd anyway.
"Well, yes, but it's ok because I trust him more." Harry was about to ask why in hell she trusted Malfoy, but thought better of it in the act of transferring Teddy to Svala. She bounced him for a bit.
"Harry... go talk to Andromeda," Malfoy said.
"What?! I would never leave you alone with him!"
"It's ok, Harry, I'll be here. Andromeda wants to talk to you," said Svala pleasantly. Harry couldn't believe it. It was like they were teaming up against him the whole time. He stumbled backwards, bewildered, to the door and glared again at them before stepping outside and shutting it.
"Well, Harry, how is he?" Andromeda said behind him, almost making Harry jump.
"Oh, he's... great... purple..." he muttered.
"Really? How surprising, I don't believe I've seen him in purple for a while." She smiled, but Harry noticed something... Her eyes were rimmed with red and her cheeks looked a bit damp, as if she'd been crying. She saw his face change to anger towards Malfoy and concern, however, and laughed him off.
"I'm fine, Harry, don't worry about it."
"Did he... I'll hex him..." Harry stammered. He seemed to have a speech impediment with anger.
"No, dear, don't worry about it. I'm very happy, actually... I'm happy I don't have to pretend that I don't have a nephew."
"A neph..." And then it hit him. Of course... Malfoy's mother was Andromeda's sister, so he was her nephew... Harry couldn't believe it. His brain seemed to work agonizingly slowly as he figured out ever piece of the puzzle. So Nymphadora was Malfoy's cousin... which meant... Malfoy was Teddy's second cousin?! He thought back to what Andromeda had said... she didn't have to pretend she doesn't have a nephew... which means she likes Malfoy? Malfoy must have been nice to her then...
Andromeda had calmly been watching Harry figure it all out and was surprised when he turned to her looking slightly panicked.
"Look, Malfoy can actually act really well, he might have been nice to you but it's easy for him to suck up to people."
"Harry, Harry..." she said, and Harry was immediately reminded of Dumbledore, and he knew what she was going to say. "I still don't know how much I trust him, but I know that it took Draco an immense amount of courage to say what he said to me. So for the time being, I am happy to give him the benefit of the doubt and let him prove himself."
"What... what did he say?" Harry asked tentatively, knowing the answer.
"I won't tell you that. It was for my ears."
"Yes, of course," muttered Harry. "Sorry." Maybe after Draco died, Harry would receive all of his memories like he had Snape's, and it would all become clear...
"Quite all right. Almost time for dinner," she added, getting up and going into the kitchen. Harry helped monitor the oven, which was supposed to rattle when the food inside was cooked, but which was old and rattled at different times regardless. He was just talking to her about all the Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers he'd had, when Svala and Malfoy walked in, with Teddy in Svala's arms. Andromeda ushered them in and around the table, since dinner was imminent.
They each got a side of the square table, and Teddy's chair was placed next to Svala, who sat between Harry and Andromeda, across from Malfoy. The first part of dinner was very quiet, with only compliments on the food coming from Svala and Harry. The discussion turned slowly to Svala.
"So you're how old?" asked Harry, noticing that she looked quite young.
"Sixteen. Seventeen in November," she added. Harry seemed unsure of this fact, before remembering that Luna would be turning seventeen in November as well. Of course, he might not approve so much of Luna taking care of his godson... but Svala seemed pretty responsible.
"What school do you go to?" Malfoy asked then, eyes narrowed.
"I don't. Well... I have a private tutor. See, I'm muggle-born. I got the letter to attend Hogwarts, but my parents decided they distrusted me being around a lot of magical folk, so... they ended up just hiring a private tutor for me. I've kept up with Hogwarts' standards, and in order to get any credit for my education, I have to graduate from there. So I'll be graduating at the end of this year with all of you!"
Harry wondered just how this worked out, since she was too young to be with the other seventh years, before remembering that in normal circumstances, Ginny and Luna and the rest of the sixth years should be graduating this year as well.
"So how did you end up becoming a babysitter?" Harry asked next, and he saw Andromeda shudder at the word.
"Oh, I have six younger siblings, and I had to take care of all of them. My brother Sherman will be a first year this year at Hogwarts, but we know all of my other siblings are Muggles."
"So how is he attending Hogwarts?"
"Well, my parents were going to enroll me last year, but our tutor got a little desperate and begged us to keep him on... and now they're ever so glad they kept me out! But now they reckon it's safe, what with you teaching–" Malfoy huffed and scowled at his bowl of French onion soup"– and Voldemort gone." At this, Malfoy, who had been about to eat a spoonful of soup, dropped his spoon back down in his bowl and splattered himself a little. He cleaned it up hastily.
Harry couldn't help noticing that Malfoy had been looking at Svala as if sizing her up... and he wondered why on earth he might be interested in her. She was pretty, he supposed– blonde with honest blue eyes– but she was definitely not Malfoy's type. For one, she was Muggle-born, and Malfoy would never cope with that, he was sure. She didn't have a formal education, which Malfoy thought was despicable. Besides, Harry was surprised to find himself thinking, their hair would clash...
Dinner was over shortly, and they all occupied themselves with trying to keep Teddy awake, so he'd sleep more during the night, while cleaning up. Andromeda then deemed them ready to leave, and she kissed both Draco and Harry on their cheeks. They waved to Svala on their way out the door, after declaring that she would be a fine governess, and walked along the path through the garden to where they could Apparate.
Harry thought with all his might of Hogsmeade as he turned on the spot, so as not to splinch himself again. Malfoy arrived just behind him and they walked silently up the road to Hogwarts.
"At least now I know why you wanted to go," said Harry bluntly.
"Oh, you finally got that?"
"Well you could have reminded me. I might have been suspicious that you only wanted to go to hurt Teddy... or something."
"Potter, reminding you would be like telling the giant squid he lives in a lake. It's just obvious."
"Not really, especially since Andromeda's whole family got disowned by the Blacks ages ago." They were at the doors, and Malfoy turned to him.
"Well, I'm a Malfoy," he said coolly, then walked inside. Harry knew better than to push the subject, and he let Malfoy go, thinking his sentence was oddly out of place. What did him being a Malfoy have to do with anything? Did he think that made him different?! It meant he was just the same as the Blacks, for Merlin's sake! Harry rolled his eyes to himself and went inside also.
He found a note in his room from Ron, who told him he had to come tell him and Hermione what happened as soon as he got in. Harry almost laughed at their panic– it seemed so stupid now to be afraid of Malfoy. Ron and Hermione gladly let Harry in and stared at him expectantly.
"Nothing happened," he said simply. They raised their eyebrows in cue for him to continue. "We got there, and I went in with Svala–"
"Who's that?" Ron interrupted.
"Governess," Harry answered, and continued. "Anyway, I went in with her to be with Teddy, and Malfoy stayed to talk to Andromeda. Then I got out and," he paused, wondering how much to tell them. His quest regarding Malfoy's mysteries involved only him and Malfoy; Harry saw no reason to include Ron and Hermione... "And she was fine," he continued, and Ron and Hermione sighed in relief. "And then he went in with Teddy and I talked to Andromeda, just about little things. She seemed pretty happy, actually, so that was good... And then we ate, and left." There was a pause.
"That's it?" asked Ron, who was actually leaning forward to hear more details.
"Yep," Harry nodded.
"Oh," said Ron, who looked a little disappointed.
"Well... but that's good, then! Unless... unless he just wanted to go with you to find out where they lived, and he's going to go back and–"
"No," Harry cut Hermione off. "Honestly, there's nothing going on. It's all fine. So how were the greenhouses?" There was a pause again, as Ron and Hermione digested his change of subject. He didn't really pay attention as Ron complained about the humid heat in the greenhouses and the dirt and a plant that almost forced its way in his mouth... he was far too tired. He said goodnight as soon as possible and headed off to his room for bed. After he fed Aberforth, of course.
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I REALLY can't believe I'm already done with Chapter 9! Of course, it's taken a while... sorry about that. And I don't know when I'll be updating next because I'll be out of town for the next week. I hope to still be writing, but no promises for updating.
In the meantime, though, I'd love a scrumptious amount of reviews :) In fact, everyone who reads should review. You know who you are. The people who are giving me all the hits (er... on the story cough)... but who aren't leaving any words of guidance, praise, or... um... hate. I know that deep down you really really want to give me some feedback.
Who knows, I might even give you a shoutout... like these ones:
Miss DeBlanc... so, that was all for you. Likey? hehe. I actually had fun with that character, even if she was OC... you're lucky, you know!
Eski... what can I say... you gave me my first ever review, and it was SO kind, and you've gotten even kinder since then... Thank you so very much. I think it's funny that you hate Ginny so much! I guess I kind of agree... I wish it wasn't her who was so insightful about Harry in the beginning... but it had to be there. I like Luna a whole lot more!
Thanks also to T. Felton and emeraldwolf, you guys are so great. And hi to sarah:)