"HARRY!!" He heard… He shook his head rapidly, trying to clear it. When he did that, the anger he felt pulsed through his body. Anger at the stupid, ungrateful Muggle bastard! He'd saved Dudley's life!!! How dare Vernon treat him like that?! Anger coursed through Harry's veins and he only had one goal in mind: Killing Vernon Dursley. He regained his breath, his anger controlling him now. "HARRY!!!" someone threw their all on him, bringing him to the ground. He opened his eyes angrily. They were no longer their gorgeous green… They were a flaming red, most unlike Tom's. Tom's eyes were red, but they were kind and friendly. Harry's eyes only burned with the flaming hate he felt for Vernon and, for some strange reason, Muggles and Squibs in general. He didn't care. He just had to act.
"Get off of me, Hermione!" Harry growled his voice feral.
"SILIM IS BACK, OLAN!!!" Draco's voice screamed from somewhere. A few seconds later, the room was filled with multiple pops of people Apparating in. Hermione let Harry up. When he stood, he was met with concerned or angry eyes and faces.
"Silim!" Narcissa cried. She winced. "Silim, what is wrong with your eyes? And your skin. You look so pale…" She put her hand on Harry's shoulder comfortingly.
Harry took a wide step back, putting a wide amount of space between them. "Don't touch me!" Harry hissed.
"Silim, calm down," Tom whispered from somewhere in the back.
"CALM DOWN? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN?!?!" shrieked Harry. "TO HELL WITH CALMING DOWN! WHERE THE HELL IS LUNA? SHE UNDERSTANDS!!"
"Understands what, Silim?" Alecto asked hoarsely.
"What…?" Harry hissed darkly. "WHAT!!?!?!?! WHERE THE HELL IS LUNA! BRING HER TO ME NOW!!! NOW, FOR GOD'S-"
The voice Harry was demanding to hear spoke. "Harry, I'm here. I'm right here… Don't fret. The Nargles told me to come to you ages ago, and I've been waiting patiently in Draco's room." Harry spun around and a sigh of content escaped his lips. Luna Lovegood was staring at him with her dazzling blue eyes from the dining room door.
"Luna!" he exclaimed softly. "I'm so sorry for not being here for you, my love."
Luna smiled. Her smile, no matter how many times he saw it, dazzled the Elf Prince. Everything about his mate dazzled him. She seemingly glided over to him and gave him a one armed hug. Harry didn't question the way she hugged him. "The Nargles told me that if I gave you a one armed hug, Harry, they would calm you." What she said seemed true enough, as Harry's breathing slowly returned to normal… But his eyes… They weren't the same… They weren't the lovely emerald everyone loved. They were still a burning red –the symbol of death. "A letter for you, love," Luna's out there tone said. It dazzled Harry so bad that he noticed not the letter dropped on his head until it fell. It levitated itself and spoke.
"Dear Mister Potter, you are here-by expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for use of the Patronus Charm and transfiguration in the presence of Muggles. We do hope you enjoy the rest of your evening,
Sincerely,
Mafilda Hopkirk." It then proceeded to shred itself.
Most of the room's occupants were in an outrage. Harry and Luna, however, were ridiculously calm, gazing at each other lovingly. The screaming and crying –in Hermione and Pansy's case- fazed them not and Harry leaned forward and kissed his mate.
"HARRY!!!" Toby screeched. Harry pulled away at his own pace and turned to stare at his guardian.
"What?" he snarled. Toby hissed at him and stepped forward. He brought his hand back and slapped Harry. The Elf Prince yelped and rubbed, not his face, but the 'E' engraved in his skin. This seemed to snap Luna out of her oddness and she glared angrily at Toby.
"There was no reason to hit Harry," she said in her light tone. Anger was underlying her words as she seethed. Harry grasped Luna's hand and she smiled at him. He was, once again, dazzled. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his face to her hair.
"Mmm…" He then looked up. "I have already taken care of things," he cooed. Moments later, another Ministry letter came out of thin air.
"Dear Mister Potter," Mafilda's voice came from the letter when it opened, "we shall be expecting you at the Ministry of Magic Sunday, August 17, 1996 at eight a.m. for your hearing. You may bring with you one family member or friend and we look forward to seeing you and Albus Dumbledore soon.
Sincerely,
Mafilda Hopkirk." It too proceeded to tear itself to shreds.
"See," Harry said. "All taken care of."
This time, it was Tom that was seething. "You. Contacted. Dumbledore?!"
Harry met his gaze. "No," he said seriously. "My Kit and Luna's pup did."
"Luna's pup?" inquired Blaise as he hugged Hermione with one arm, keeping it protectively around her. Harry nodded gravely. Lucius then began ushering everyone in their seats. Harry was beside Tom at one end of the table, Luna beside him, Toby across from him. Lucius was across from Tom. The blond Malfoy clapped his hands and food appeared on the table. Chatter broke out, mostly discussing Harry's anger and odd entrance.
Luna leaned her head on Harry's shoulder. "What is it you called me for, Harry?"
Stoically, Harry replied, "It burned, Lun. The anger… But… It made sense when I wanted to go kill my uncle… It made such sense to want to kill the Muggle." Luna leaned back and put her hand on Harry's shoulders. They stared at each other for quite a while, their food going cold. She blinked and trailed her hand down his arm, clasping their hands together.
"It honestly felt right?" she whispered as their food was replaced with dessert.
"Yes. It felt almost as right as you and I, Lun," Harry murmured, trying a spoonful of some moving orange-blue substance. Apparently it tasted good as he piled it into a bowl. He had Luna try some. She nodded and he too piled her some.
"Dragon," Luna called. The blond Malfoy looked up from his spot between Toby and Pansy. "Come. You, Harry, and I have much to discuss." Silently, the three stood and walked out of the room and up three levels to Draco's room.
Once there, they all grouped together on Draco's bed, Luna settling in Harry's lap.
"Well?" Draco asked.
"You felt it, no?" Luna asked. Draco opened his mouth, but she cut him off. "When Harry returned, he was very, very angry. He wanted to kill his Uncle Vernon. He wanted to kill all of the Muggles around us and the Squibs as well… He said it felt right…"
Draco opened his mouth, but no words came out. He closed it as hot white anger flashed across his mind. Yes, he felt it. And, despite how wrong it was, he whole-heartedly agreed with the thoughts of his brother. He nodded silently and neither the other Elf Prince nor his mate answered. "Is it, Luna?" Harry finally whispered.
Luna was silent for a moment. Finally, she answered softly. "Yeah, it is…"
Draco didn't need to ask. The Oiolairë Twins' prophecy… He knew it was this, just by the look on Harry's face. Harry ground his teeth together. He stood abruptly, dumping Luna to the bed. She didn't seem to mind. Harry then stormed out of the room and returned about ten minutes later as Silim. He was just pulling his hair into a bun and the red frames brought out his eyes much more adequately than they did for Lily's shade. His pale face was flushed and he was panting. He locked the door behind him and sighed, a sloppy grin on his face. Draco raised a brow and Luna turned her dazzling gaze on him.
"What is it, Silim?" inquired Draco. Harry huffed.
"…Toby air kyl sai cor ti… Ai tylalaer Albus Dumbledore syl si thosi eirdyr si caesol…" Silim panted. Luna blinked. "Toby is… Going to kill me…" he translated. "I contacted… Albus Dumbledore….Through the fire about the hearing…" Luna nodded her understanding. Silim huffed and stumbled over to the bed. He collapsed in between the two figures –his mate and his brother.