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Sneak peak at the next chapter: Voldemort's POV considering the new changes made in the wizarding world and his changing relationship with Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: Well... if I did in fact own Harry Potter would that ownership extend to the other characters as well, and what about the characters who aren't mentioned by named, like the passing witches and wizards in Diagon Alley, and the extras on the movies. Does this mean I do/do not own Daniel Radcliffe, Rupert Grint, and Emma Watson, and Ralph Fiennes. No? Well I'm headed off to St. Mugno's anyway I'll just put this on the list. _

Luna was a person who didn't expect much. She didn't demand anything Harry was unwilling to give, didn't try to wring or force or nag information out of him because of her own curiosity. The 4th year Ravenclaw was content with anything Harry was willing to give, she enjoyed his presence but didn't actively spend every moment of her day with him.

However, much to Harry's surprise he began to search Luna out, wanting to spend time with her just for her presence next to him. They didn't talk much at all, spending most of their time in the Room of Requirement or on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest attending to the Thestrals. Since Umbridge's sacking the Room of Requirement had been opened again and the students were free to pursue their fancies and after the conclusion of the DA the room had become primary snogging grounds for most couples. Exams had ended the previous day, and now the two of them were spending their last few hours at Hogwart's quietly in the Room of Requirement which was, thankfully, free of couples, who were now packing to return home.

Earlier in the day Harry had been in kitchens with his new Ravenclaw friend, munching enthusiastically on a series of belgium waffles with maple syrup, milk, and yogurt. Luna was a healthy eater and had effortlessly maneuvered her companion into enjoying the same breakfast as her. And about midway through Luna's waffles a large barn owl swooped through one of the high ceiling windows.

The Gryffindor glanced up in surprise, he hadn't been aware that owls were able to reach the kitchens, and the barn owl clearly wasn't Hedwig, so it had to belong to Luna. But still the bird landed in front of him, practically on the boy's lap, with a letter tied securely to a leg. He glanced at the girl next to him questionably,

"Well go ahead then Harry, open it."

He raised a single eyebrow, "It's not yours then?"

Luna merely shook her head silently, "No... I have a rainbow owl, Papa gave it to me for my eleventh birthday."

Harry smiled slightly at her, not commenting on that- just so... Luna response, and continued opening the letter, noticing there wasn't a name on the outside to whom it was addressed. Then... thinking better of it, slipped the note inside his bag. He didn't need to read it now, the fifth year had definitely learned his lesson about ignoring girls after that disastrous date with Cho. However, glancing over at Luna, who was pouring maple syrup over a spoonful of yogurt- a curious expression filling her cerulean blue eyes, Luna was not like other girls.

Harry had finished packing the day before but Luna mentioned it was about time she'd put up papers around Hogwart's. Her companion had looked at her queerly,

"Why would you need to do that?"

Luna had gazed up at him, the two of them departing from the Room of Requirement, and said in her customary dreamy serenely,

"Well, I've lost most of my possessions, people keep taking them, and then they hide them in the most peculiar of places. But since today is the last day I'll be spending at Hogwart's I must find them again, I really do need most of them back. Father will wonder where my shoes are even if I don't' mind, so I've been putting up lost signs."

Here Luna gestured to one of the news boards posted around school, on it was a piece of paper, with a hand written note in the blue eyed girl's small handwriting with a plea for the return of a list of items. It was a long list including things, like Luna had said, shoes, scarves, mittens, earmuffs, blue and silver socks, multiple book titles, and even her pair of Spectrespecs.

Harry felt a welling in his stomach, not of pity, he hated pity, but of anger and a tinge of sadness. It wasn't the same as that cold icy anger, this was a righteous spark of heat. Other students had stolen from her, from their own housemate. And not even in a joking manner that some Gryffindor's did, moving books to the other side of the Common Room and such. This was bullying plain and simple from her own housemates.

With a renewed sense of kinship with Luna, he looked the small girl in the eyes.

"I'm going to get your stuff back, there's simply no reason anyone has the right to take so much of your belongings."

Luna stared at him oddly, her dreamy blue eyes widening slightly, tilting her head to the side she asked questionably,

"Oh, don't worry, Harry. They'll come back in the end, they always do. I just wanted to get done packing early, but now... I think I'll go down to the feast and maybe have some pudding."

Luna flounced away, half skipping from him, not the slightest bit bothered that her peers had made off with half her belongings. Harry was unable to feel the same calmness. He could easily remember how he'd felt before coming to Hogwart's in school, being bullied by Dudley's gang and having no way to fight back. Being ignored and snubbed by his closest friends in second and fourth year had felt even worse. There was something he could do about this, something he was going to do.

With a quick Summoning Charm, Harry was off to the Room of Requirement. He needn't have waited long, because less than ten minutes later people started arriving. Most of them confused about why a meeting had been called so urgently.

Harry stood, the DA member's eyes following him as he took place in the center of the room, chatter died down, and Harry knew he had the floor.

"I taught you all quite a bit this year in regards to Defense... I hope I've also taught you a bit about other things as well. With all of us here, there is no room for prejudice about houses, Gryffindors are the same as Hufflepuffs, everyone is welcome whether it be a first year or a seventh year no one is left out."

Here he paused, giving way for a moment to look into each person's eyes individually.

"About half an hour ago today I inadvertently witnessed a vile display of house unity. With the coming war right on our door I think you'll all agree that we should stand firmly together without such petty school yard bigotedness. Ravenclaws I'm especially disappointed in you,"

The emerald eyed boy stared at each of them in turn, Roger Davies, Cho Chang, Marietta Edgecombe, Marcus Belby, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, and Padma Patil.

"You have participated in inter house bullying and stealing and all have done a great disservice to your house. As a house at Hogwart's you should show a unified front, you all share the same qualities that Ravenclaw herself did. That's something you should put to good use, something to be proud of. None of you in this room have done any of the Founder's justice. Instead you've stolen, you've cheated, you've harassed, you've bullied each other. And now you're going to apologize."

He turned to Luna, "Luna will you please join me." and getting an, "Ok, Harry." in response.

Once Luna had joined him in the center of the crowd, he turned back to his audience.

"How many of you here have mocked Luna, called her Looney Lovegood, insulted her to her face, and behind her back as well, made fun of her clothes, her jewelry, and then taken it from her? How many of your do that to others as well? How many of you needlessly insult and harass first years because their new, their small, their afraid because they've never been away from home so long before? I do not want people like that to be my friends... so if any of you want to leave... go right ahead."

None of them moved an inch. You could've heard a pin drop in the dead silence that followed. Harry's hard tone of voice softened,

"To those of you who don't do that, thank you, I realize that not all of you are the devil incarnate however none of you are angels either. And that, DA members is why together before the feast we are going to find, every item that has been stolen from Luna. You can summon them or search for them. I DON"T CARE. The end result will be the same Luna's possessions WILL be returned... TONIGHT."

Several of them looked ready to protest, and Harry was easily able to see he was winning no points in this regard, at the anger flashing in some of their eyes. However it was for them he had given this little speech, them he wanted to punish, the tormentors, the bullies, the ones who took their anger out on others.

The others who looked at Harry with a mixture of sadness for Luna and acceptance that thought, they may not want to do this, they were helping another student who'd been relentlessly bullied, and they knew it.

Luna's things were returned to her within the hour. All of them, even some that she hadn't put on the list of lost items. The 4th year had been overjoyed at the sight of her lost belongings, that had brought a small sad smile to Harry's face, the fact that Luna was happy to receive something that had belonged to her in the first place reminded him painfully of himself.

He sent the DA away with a few quick words of thanks, and was slightly surprised at the accepting reaction he got. It didn't appear that many were angry at him. Ron and Hermione had stayed in the back round during most of the proceedings, something Harry had been both surprised and relieved by. He hadn't particularly been in the mood for a conversation with them, but also knew that a confrontation would need to happen sooner or later.

Their presence had also sparked a sharp note inside of him. A sharp note of rage, rage that was not unlike what he'd felt on Luna's behalf previously. However, instead of anger on another's behalf, Harry now felt that same emotion for himself. He didn't want to speak to them, he didn't even want to look at them. The feeling of betrayal pierced him like glass, he wanted to lash out, like he'd done in Dumbledore's office.

"Harry, why didn't you tell us you were calling a meeting?" it was Hermione speaking.

For a moment Harry said nothing, and when he did speak it was softly, trying, trying so hard to remain in control.

"I'd rather not speak about it Hermione," if he talked to either of them, or worse both, he'd lose it.

But still, this time it was Ron talking, "Come on mate, I know you've had a rough time, what with Sirius dying and all... but you've got to talk to us. We could help you sort through it and all." he looked awkward, not really looking at Harry, emotional things weren't Ron's forte.

"Ron, Hermione I'd like to leave now with Luna, if you don't mind." if they wanted to pursue the topic, he'd walk away.

Ron wasn't going that easily, "Bloody hell! Harry, you've avoided us for days, you didn't come visit us in the Hospital Wing, and we still went to Sirius's funeral for you. You call a DA meeting without telling us first and then you want to leave without speaking with your best friends, AND you want to leave with Loony Lovegood."

Fine, they wanted to make this hard, he was ok with that, more than alright, he'd been looking forward to this confrontation all day.

Harry looked Ron and Hermione in the eyes, "Fine, you want to talk, start talking as you explain this." he shoved the letter he'd received in the kitchens under their noses. Both of them looked confused at first, as if for all the world they were staring at just another piece of parchment, then Hermione's and then Ron's eyes started to read the words crawling like spiders across the page.

Hermione went white, her eyes the size of saucers. Ron went pale, frozen, and all the rage he'd been brimming with was compressed down faster than a gunshot, the two of them began to stutter, the two of them stammering out basically the same things, just different words.

"Ha-Harry, you can't, you can't really believe, I didn't, honestly I didn't"

"Mate, I swear, I swear I didn't, I couldn't,"

The excuses of the guilty.

He looked at them coldly, "Yes, that is the word you've been searching for isn't it, 'I'. I didn't, I couldn't, I swear. How couldn't I believe you, after all I have been given such compelling evidence by the two of you. Above all I should believe you two. After all we've been friends for years, best friends, inseparable, the Golden Trio nothing could ever come between us." sarcasm layered his voice in sheets.

"I should kill you." he whispered, enjoying the way their eyes went even wider, true terror beginning to show underneath the shock and panic caused at being caught.

"I should do to you what I did to Bellatrix," confusion shown in both their eyes, "yes, did you really believe Dumbledore when he told you I attempted to cast the Cruciatus on her and failed? Where do you think he got that information? Perhaps he was standing next to me as I cursed that bitch." a sick sort of happiness was filling him at their fear. Flinging them against the padded walls of the Room of Requirement before he was even aware a wand was in his hand.

"Do you want me to show you? To properly reward you for your actions, after all you had be fooled, so brilliantly fooled! For five years! Five years! Imagine it, all that time... living a lie. A lie orchestrated by your best friends. Could you ever imagine what I felt? The betrayal, the hurt, the confusion. I don't imagine that you could ever feel the true scope of it, especially the anger. So different from the anger I felt towards Bella, but so similar in the result."

He stepped toward them, their bodies still pinned helplessly to the wall, absently stepping on Hermione's wand on the way over, hearing it crunch beneath his feet. Not snapped, still reparable, but not without scars. Her wand would never be the same again. He enjoyed the slight scream of horror she let out, at her damaged wand. Harry kicked it out of the way.

"Harry, you can't do this... I-we we never meant to hurt yo-" her voice died in her throat, a Silencing Spell to save his ears from her whining.

"Of course you never meant to hurt me Hermione," he patted her head condescendingly, "why... why would my best friends ever want to hurt me. What? I asked myself, what could they ever gain from doing this?"

"Get your bloody hands off her!" Ron yelled, his previously white faced turned purple with rage, thrashing against his bonds, wriggling and trying to get free, "We're your best friends and this is how you treat us! You don't even let us explain, you bloody bastard, you sonofa-" he was abruptly cut off by another Silencing Charm.

"Thank you, very much Ronald." Harry said crisply, emerald eyes flashing, "While I am pleased that you're finally showing some of that Gryffindor courage, it's rather misplaced, brash if you will. You see I gave you a chance to explain, you squandered it. Both of you. Giving me excuses which just points directly to your guilt, even if you had managed to explain this away I'd never have believed you." the fury built in Weasley's eyes.

"Not for the reason you think Ronald, but because I can see it so clearly in your minds. Your guilt, they say the eyes are windows to the soul. In that case it's a very poor sight indeed."

"But I do understand, your need to talk, well Hermione's I can. She's always been very knowledgeable on source subjects, and as long as you can control your language I'll let up on the silencing charm. Because I can assure you that my parents were happily married, unlike some." with that last goad he undid the charm, and was unsurprised that Ronald's complexion seemed to be steaming. Hermione, seemed to grasp a bit further into the situation she'd put herself in, and had gone silent, and pale faced. She knew, that unlike Ron, this was something they could just walk away from now, Harry had given them that chance.

"Harry," she whispered, her voice soft, "I know you're mad, you have every right to be angry with us for what we did. It was wrong, we weren't thinking of you, but please you said you just wanted us to leave before. Just let us go, we won't bother you."

The emerald eyed Gryffindor came closer to Hermione, pressing his left hand above her head on the wall, ignoring Ron, his wand arm at the ready, they were only inches away.

"You're right Hermione, you're right just as usual. I am mad, ha! Mad! I am so mad I can't even describe it, there aren't words. And I know that I have every right to be feeling this way, you were wrong, so so so so wrong. But you're also wrong that you weren't thinking of me. You were absolutely thinking about me, every move I made, every words that came from my lips, every action I've made in the last five years you've been watching like the good little rats you are. So yes you've been thinking of me, but not in the way I expected. NOT as a friend does, more like say, a visitor at the zoo, coming to look at the freaks in the cages. They're curious attractions, you can even feed them, and they'll always be there waiting for your next visit. Day after day after day after day. And every day you come to see them... they're happy."

Once again Hermione's eyes were wide with horror, but this time it was at the comparison Harry had made, "Harry I can swear to you we never, never thought of you that way."

"You may not have thought it, but that's how you treated me."

"We treated you better than anyone in your entire life! We became your friends when you didn't have anyone else, you owe us!" Ron was blustering.

"You took advantage of me! You took advantage of a person who'd never known any sort of kindness, and used that to your advantage. If anything you owe me five years of my life back not the other way around."

A sneer twisted Ronald's purple face, "You've got to be joking! We've spent five years nearly being killed because of you; Quirrell, Riddle, the Basilisk, Dementors, Black, Time Travel, Voldemort, your visions, the Ministry! You got Hermione cursed by that Death Eater Dolohov! She nearly died, you disgusting traitorous-"

A silencing charm was repeated.

"I said you could talk, without the obscenity. I gave you two chances, you broke them. I don't see any reason for me to humor you any further." Harry spoke in short choppy sentences, knowing that most of his message wouldn't get much further than Ronald's murderous eyes.

He turned to Hermione, "I really must thank you Hermione," he smiled into her fearful bewildered eyes, "if you hadn't been clever enough to jinx that piece of parchment we all signed after joining the DA this might have taken a very different turn. Now however, I'm off the hook, as the muggles say. It was your doing that brought this about, however I could never forget about dear Ronald over there. You may not recognize him in a few moments, however don't you worry, all the important features will stay; red hair, purple face, freckles- although you might not be able to see the freckles."

Harry pulled a piece of parchment from his cloak, and using his wand drew a single line through two names on the list.

Ronald Weasley

Hemione Granger

There was a slight sizzling noise, and then a pop. He took the silencing charm off Ron, almost immediately howls began to ring throughout the Room of Requirement. As the 5th year Gryffindor boy began to scream like he was being impaled with a red hot poker. Hermione was eerily silent, maybe, Harry mused, knowing what was coming was far worse than it actually happening.

On his way out the emerald eyed boy was kind enough to leave the letter he'd receieved earlier in the day next to the DA piece of parchment. It was a letter that had caused much upheaval in his life in only a few short hours. But in those few hours a great deal had been accomplished, and as Harry met Luna (who had waited for him) outside in the corridor, he considered the fact that he had made more decisions today than he had done the whole school year. That goes to show, he mused, what happens when you start thinking for yourself, and not trusting blindly.

Behind him, the letter brought by the barn owl fluttered to the ground amidst the commotion caused by a certain red haired Weasley.

Miss Granger,

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We have also recently received your request for a Love Potion, and are currently processing it, however one of our Potions Master's wishes to caution you, Miss Granger, that there is a high toxicity ratio caused when the Infusion of Bloodroot (an already toxic compound) is consumed in addition with a Love/Lust Potion. We have also received the hair to be added to the Love Potion and have confirmed that the owner of the hair is of some close (possibly sibling) relation to Ronald Bilius Weasley (we determined this with a heritage potion, in order to ensure the wellness of the subject).

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