Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That really sucks because I can't do things I want to do with him.

Author's Note: Hey guys. Earlier, I promised I would update every weekend but now, I'm sad to say I can't always keep up with deadline, due to the fact I signed up as a student leader at my college. Really sorry, people.

On another note, your reviews on my last chapter which assured me that I did not post a sucky, clichéd one really made my day. From now on, I will make it a point to write more sucky, clichéd chapters. (Just kidding.)

Harry awoke with a start with the early morning sun in his eyes and inexplicable butterflies of excitement in his stomach. He had been having a very vivid dream, the details of which were mostly forgotten but ended with him and Hermione together.

Rubbing his eyes groggily, Harry strained to remember the exact circumstances that had led to the both of them placed together in his dreams, giving up in utter frustration after only five minutes.

It was then when he realised what was so special about that morning. Today, he was going to spend time with his daughter. Grinning like a boy on Christmas morning, Harry showered and dressed at top speed, dashing downstairs for some breakfast. Even at that early hour, the dining hall was half-full with holidaymakers and hikers fuelling up for a long day of sight-seeing.

Chatter filled the air as Harry's fellow guests patiently waited for their breakfast to be served. At one end of the room, a well-dressed man was gesturing wildly as he spoke to his friend: '…I could have sworn, Morris, I left half a bottle of my 1990 Pinot Noir over at the cupboard…Yes, I know that bottles don't walk…Do you take me for a fool?!'

Harry wolfed down his hearty breakfast at top speed, finally pausing to look at his watch after mopping up the remnants of his egg yolk with some toast. Half past eight. Too early to pick up Jessie. Normally, the old Harry would have had no problem sitting still and generally wasting time. The new Harry was scarily hyperactive, constantly moving about as though filled with nervous energy.

After twiddling his thumbs for about five minutes, he made the decision to write to Ron and dashed up the stairs, two at a time. A quick inspection of his luggage turned up a small bottle of ink and a roll of parchment and Harry settled down to write the letter.

It was rather long, an impressive letter given that Harry's style of writing was concise and straight to the point and gave all the details of his finding Hermione and then the subsequent meeting.

Only after when he had rolled and sealed the letter neatly did Harry realise that Hedwig wasn't around to deliver it.

'Damn,' he muttered, tossing the roll of parchment carelessly back onto the writing desk. Throwing himself back into his chair, he assumed his favourite thinking pose, chin resting on one hand and legs set slightly apart.

It took him a while to hit upon the solution but once it entered his head, a wide grin spread slowly across his face and he leapt from his seat, snatching up the letter and his wand from his suitcase as he went.

Somewhere in the heart of Iceland

Iceland had never been known for its mild weather. On that particular day, an unusually fierce snowstorm, so fierce even the researchers who were studying it were situated safely in Greenland, was raging across the frozen tundra of the inland.

The frozen plains were all but deserted. The little wildlife found there was nowhere in sight, prudent enough to seek shelter and stay hidden until the storm died down.

One would have thought oneself hallucinating if one spotted something moving in the snow.

Yet, this oddity was true. Even stranger, a voice, loud enough to carry over the howling winds could be clearly heard to be complaining.

'…Luna, can you just remind me one more time? It's slipped my mind yet again, what the friggin' bloody hell are we doing in bloody Iceland??!!'

Ron Weasley, barely recognizable swathed in a thick anorak and sporting two months' worth of stubbly beard, was seething mad. As he stomped along in the thigh-deep layer of snow, he kept up an endless tirade aimed at his fiancée, Luna Lovegood, who calmly and patiently ignored him.

'I'm bloody freezing here, can't I conjure up a shelter or something? Or even better, Apparate us somewhere warmer?' he snarled, scrabbling at a coating of ice forming on his beard.

'Ronald,' said Luna patiently, noting down something in her research notebook, 'I've already told you, we can't use magic here. The Crumple-horned Snorkack can sense magical energy and it'll hide itself if it does.'

At that, Ron muttered a very uncomplimentary adjective about the Crumple-horned Snorkack which caused Luna to say, 'Ronald!' in a shocked voice.

Suddenly, he stopped his griping and looked up.

'Did you hear something?' asked Ron inquiringly, pulling away the hood of his anorak so as to better discern the sound.

'What is it?' asked Luna excitedly, scribbling frantically in her notebook. 'Was it a low-pitched, moaning sound –? '

'No, it's not a bloody Snorkack mating call or whatever it is,' snapped Ron crudely. 'It's something else, like a bird screech…'

Both paused in their tracks, staring expectantly around at the whirling snowstorm.

Suddenly Luna's face lit up as she stared pointedly at a spot in the sky.

'A Thestral!' she exclaimed happily, running forward to meet the beast as Ron glanced around helplessly.

'Luna, are you sure?'

By now, she appeared to be stroking something about five feet above the snow. Ron skidded to a halt beside her, eyeing the patch of air in front of his fiancée suspiciously.

'Look, there's a letter attached to its neck,' remarked Luna calmly, reaching out to take the parchment from around the Thestral's neck, almost invisible against the white background to Ron's eyes.

There were actually two letters, a smaller fragment binding a larger roll of parchment. Ron carefully unrolled the first letter, recognising the familiar untidy scrawl almost immediately.

'It's from Hagrid,' he said happily, beginning to read it aloud.

Dear Ron and Luna:

How are the both of you? I hope you've been getting on well in finding that ruddy beast of yours out there.

Harry Flooed me this letter and asked me to forward it to you, having no owl and all. 'Course, I hadn't the foggiest idea where you two might be. Luckily, I got the bright idea of getting Tenebrus to deliver it for me. Luna can see him fine and he'll know where he can find you two.

Best,

Hagrid

P.S. Feed Tenebrus before you send him home. He likes rabbits.

Ron scrunched up the letter and unrolled Harry's letter as Luna dug out some rabbit to feed Tenebrus. Scanning through it quickly, he let out an abrupt cry of surprise that caused the Thestral to rear up in fear.

'Ronald!' said Luna sternly, frantically trying to calm the excited animal. 'What on earth – '

'It's Hermione!' shouted Ron, jumping up and down, grinning like a madman. 'Harry's found her!'

Author's Note: I realized it's been three weeks since I last updated. You guys must want to kill me. I'm sorry, it will never happen again. Looks sorry for oneself