Harry woke up the next morning at sunrise, after having lived his first full day of his life following their coma. He was unsurprised from previous experiences to find Ron sprawled across Regulus' bed, snoring soundly.

"Wake up Ron," said Harry shaking Ron's shoulders in the process.
Ron awoke very slowly, "having visions of a bushy-haired witch," thought Harry as he made his way downstairs.

Ron woke up with a large groan, with Harry already at the breakfast table with the breakfast which Kreacher had prepared for them. Kreacher had also prepared their lunch as Harry had assumed they wouldn't return for a while.

"So Ron, we're going to apparate under the cloak and that's about it," said Harry unable to think of anything else, although luckily for him Ron was walking too tiredly to notice.
Ron slumped down on the chair which was fortunately relatively new so could withstand Ron's weight.
"Ron mate what's up," asked Harry with concern?
"It just doesn't seem real ya know, not having Hermione with me."
"I feel the same way, I guess we need to be patient for now or we'll screw this up."

Ron and Harry ate their breakfast in silence, the only sound either being made by Ron's disgusting chewing habits or Kreacher's footsteps creaking the floorboards above.
They had considered sending an owl first to Luna but thought that there was a risk that it would be intercepted so decided against it.
Harry and Ron were dressed in simple Muggle clothing as to not give away any impressions of their magical qualities.

"Under the cloak Ron." Ron stowed his wand in his holster which he had happened to have found in one of the drawers in Regulus' room and together they ducked under the cloak walked to the front doorstep and Harry brandished his wand and span in a circle.
But nothing happened.

"Oh no, I know what this is. Our magical powers haven't recharged enough so we can't apparate for a while!" Ron exclaimed as he stumbled onto the stone tiled doorstep.
"Kreacher!" voiced Harry.
"Yes Master," came the croaked reply, as he opened the door.
"Could you apparate us to he hill nearest to Luna's house?"
"Of course." With that Kreacher dropped them off on to a nearby hill, a stone's throw away from Luna's house, before waving back, saying he would cook dinner for later.

"We'll need to check if Luna's home first," said Harry pointing at Luna's entrance, which still housed dirigible plums and the Ravenclaw's diadem shaped door knocker.
Ron knocked on the door, but there was no response. Harry breathed a large sigh of disappointment and entered more out of frustration more than anything else.
'Homenum revelio,' he muttered but there was still no response.
The duo decided to venture deeper inside and saw the printing press still working and printing today's copies of the Quibbler. There was also a pot of some obscure substance brewing in the kitchen which gave off a curious odour.

"That's rather rude you know," came a dreamy voice from behind them.
"Lu-Luna," came the reply from the disbelieving duo.
"I never thought you were gone you know. Dad is though, he was punished for betraying you," Luna said with an air of sadness.
"Luna we need you to help us," implored Harry.
"Don't worry I'm bridesmaid for both of them."
"Wa-wait, how did you know we were thinking about that," asked Ron in awe?
"Why else would you have wanted to come back? It was your heart which made you come back from the dead," Luna said with a voice of steel which Harry and Ron had never heard from her before.

"Now I've just been to fish some fresh Plimpies from the pond, anyone for Plimpy soup?" in a voice much more like her usual airy self, resulting in Harry and Ron giving each other knowing looks considering their previous experience of the Lovegood household's cuisine
"Don't worry we have lunch with us Luna," as Harry pulled out a small drawstring bag from his jacket, enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm.

Together they discussed what Harry and Ron should do over the remaining days including visiting the Burrow, albeit under the Invisibility Cloak as well as what Luna had been up to, such as her takeover of the Quibbler and its booming circulation since the war, overtaking the Daily Prophet as Britain's staple Wizarding newspaper. Luna also had an interesting theory on who had caused their three year coma, but wasn't going to elaborate on it until after the wedding and offered to further help to restore their magical powers as they had faded after a lack of use.

It was now getting towards the evening and Luna wanted to be up tomorrow morning to obtain a report on a Crumple-Horned Snorkack which had allegedly been found in Sweden, despite the Quibbler now being an informative daily newspaper instead of an obscure magazine.
"Luna, do you mind apparating us back to Grimmauld Place?" asked Harry, stretching his arms.
"Naturally."

"Well that was fun," remarked Ron on their visit to Luna's house as they stumbled on the front doorstep of Grimmauld Place and said their farewells to Luna.
"We know one thing. Luna's definitely on our side," said Harry as he gave his jacket to Kreacher to hook on the wall.
Whilst Kreacher cooked this evening's meal of beef stew, Harry and Ron took it in turns to bath (which now contained a power shower upon Angelina's request).
After Harry and Ron had dinner, they allotted themselves time towards reading the Quibbler and generally reacquainting themselves with their previous lives.
Harry further discovered from Kreacher that his financial situation was temporarily being funded by the Black Trust Fund, as Kreacher had direct access to it but could only use it for means not for self-interest, which was the policy for elves anyway.

Harry and Ron resided themselves to sleep at ten o'clock less tired than the day before, reasonably satisfied with the day's proceedings.
That night Harry had a fitful sleep, occasionally hearing voices of reassurance but couldn't quite place its source.