(A/N): Darkness enriching The-Boy-Who-Lived!? My, oh my, how terrible! Terrible and wondrous! Who ever shall be able to stop him?

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Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, stood transfixed at the scene before him. Luna Lovegood was staring at him weirdly, wearing nothing more than a polka dotted rainbow bathrobe. He blinked, was this a dream? No, it couldn't be, he just pinched himself.

"You'll hurt yourself if you keep doing that."

Harry startled, having been lost to his thoughts.

"I'm sorry, did you just say something?"

Luna nodded, her pale, almost white locks swaying gently in a breeze from somewhere. Didn't Harry know he looked quite stupid standing there looking like an idiot? Probably not. The Nargles must be infesting his brain again.

"I said you will hurt yourself if you keep pinching your thigh. There must be a terrible bruise there now."

"Oh, right. Thanks Luna."

Luna nodded again, this time in welcome. Harry took another look at his surroundings. They didn't look at all that familiar. He seemed to be in a beige colored room with a whole bunch of what looked like things only Luna would have. The ceiling had a giant circle on it, Harry didn't know what it could possibly be used for. He didn't want to know.

"Where am I?"

"You are in my room, Harry. Where else would you be, if not here?", Luna spoke, her dreamy voice not present. Harry only looked even more confused. Why would he be in Luna's room? Something didn't add up.

"Your room Luna? Why would I be here? How did I get here? And why is there a giant hole in the floor?" The last question was asked incredulously, as there was indeed a giant hole in the floor, where Luna's father could be seen working on the press used to print The Quibbler. How odd.

Luna looked at the hole, looking quite surprised herself, even though it was her house.

"Oh my, how did that get there? Daddy, do you know how a giant hole appeared here?"

Luna's father jumped at being addressed, looking to and fro for whomever had spoken before looking up and blinking.

"How extraordinary! A crumple-horn snorkack must've visited our house! They are quite fond of putting holes in places. Why, it could've...", his voice trailed off.

Luna and Harry both blinked. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but not before Luna hushed him.

"Please do not ask what a crumple-horn snorkack is, you will only be more confused. Would you like some tea?", she told him, her hand held up in a 'stop right there' motion, a delicate silver chain dangling on her wrist, glowing a soft gold. Harry stepped forward and grabbed the hand the chain dangled on, her left hand, with his right hand where he noticed a thicker, more spiky chain resting on his wrist. It was obsidian, glowing a dull purple. The glow on both chains pulsed once and Harry felt a rush of warm, tingly energy. It was so sudden he dropped Luna's hand.

Harry looked inquisitively into Luna's pale blue eyes, wondering what had just happened. Luna simply smiled dazzlingly at him. Harry was rooted to the spot, awed by her beauty. Harry blinked again. What was happening? Something strange no doubt, as he had no idea how he got here or what transpired before. He just hoped it was something fun, and not serious. Wait, Sirius!

Harry felt numb, reaching blindly behind him to find something to keep him stable. He stared at the floor, hot, prickly tears gathering at his eyes. He relived the moment Sirius died in his head, unable to believe he died. Luna felt a surge of heavy guilt and sadness from her chain bracelet. Realizing the emotion was coming from Harry she sat down beside him, giving him a gentle, caring hug, moving her hand across his back in an effort to comfort him.

"Where are the others?"

Luna smiled sadly at his question.

"They are fine, Harry, they are holed up at Hogwarts, awaiting your return."

Harry nodded dumbly, before becoming aware of his situation.

"Why am I here, at your place?"

Luna sighed. So much for stalling.

"You are here because the power you posses brought you here."

Harry looked very much confused. What power? And why bring him to Luna's?

"What?", he eloquently asked.

Luna smiled again, amused by his confused face. She put her hand over his chest, where his heart is.

"The power in here brought you to me. You see, at the ministry, it wasn't just you who awoke from their slumber. I also have a power, one that can keep yours at bay. Though dangerous, your power isn't as powerful or as controlled if I'm not by your side. Our souls have broken their bindings, and tied us to each other. It is the Power He Knows Not."

Harry still looked confused. He didn't understand.

'Poor Harry", Luna thought.

Luna got up, stood in front of Harry and with her moonlight blond hair swaying gently, pressed her forehead to his, closing her sky blue eyes. Her hand grasped his cheek gently. A silvery, golden aura appeared around her. Her left hand grabbed his right hand, holding it like a lover would. Harry was quite bewildered now, and before he could pull away a light purple, blackish aura appeared around him, locking him in place. Visions swam before his eyes, wondrous visions that explained everything. It all made so much sense. Their souls were bonded, awakened and active.

Harry let loose a breath he didn't know he held as their auras faded away. He looked at Luna's pale, flushed cheeks and held them gently with his hands. He pulled her into a gentle kiss.

"Thank you, Luna, for helping me see."

Luna smiled dazzlingly at him, happy that he understood.

"Now, how's bout we get to good old Hogwarts and stir up some trouble?", Harry asked, his eyes sparkling mischieviously.