Strange Can Be Good

HarryxLuna

Rated T

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Strange Can Be Good

Chapter 5: New Funny Feelings Arise

Harry sighed tiredly as he walked along the path from the Apparition point to the Wizarding Primary School. He was once again picking up James and Albus from school, not that he had a problem with it. In fact, he loved to do so because he loved seeing the looks of happiness on their faces. No, he was tired because he didn't know what to do about the "darling" woman he called his wife and the mother of his children.

Ginny was being as difficult as ever. Ever since the disastrous family dinner four days ago, she had been almost completely absent from the house, only appearing long enough to shower, change clothes, and pick a fight with Harry if it suited her. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

Shaking his head to rid himself of these depressing thoughts, Harry waited with some of the other parents for the school bell to ring. Many of the parents came up to thank Harry for his saving of the Wizarding World from Voldemort, to which Harry smiled and nodded, telling them that it was nothing. He really wished the attention would finally stop, but he knew it probably never would.

It wasn't long before he spotted James and Albus exiting the building, waving goodbye to their friends. The boys looked up and smiled as they saw their father, running to him to give him a hug. Harry bent down and laughed as they slammed into him, hugging them close as he stood, picking them both up as he did so.

"Hello, boys. How was school?" Harry asked looking at his offspring. Albus grinned and replied, "It was good, daddy. Mrs. Featherwear had us learning about dragons today."

"Interesting. What about you, James?"

James smiled and said, "Mr. Thomas let us play football during break. He said in America, it was called soccer. It's really fun."

Harry couldn't help but smile at his son's tale. Dean Thomas had decided to become a teacher to smaller children and was teaching them Muggle things. It was fine with Harry that he was doing so and teaching James. Ginny however, was against Dean being James' teacher when she found out he was. Harry didn't understand why, but thought maybe it was because Ginny and Dean had dated back at Hogwarts and she believed it would be awkward. But as long as his son was learning, Harry didn't care who taught his son.

Harry Apparated himself and the boys to their home and told them to get started on their homework, to which James groaned to and Albus nodded enthusiastically. He watched them both settle down on either side of the coffee table in the living room and start on their homework. He himself settled in his armchair and summon the book he was reading from his bedroom. About an hour had passed in silence, only the sounds of pencils scratching and pages turning was heard, when suddenly the fireplace lit up in green flames.

Looking up from what they were doing, father and sons watched as the Floo activated and waited for someone to step through or have their head poke through. Instead, they were all greeted by a light and dreamy voice.

"Harry? Are you there at the moment?" Luna's voice asked as it floated through the flames and into the living room. Albus and James both smiled and rushed over to the fireplace, putting their heads in the flames.

"Luna!" they both shouted happily. Harry could hear the blonde woman giggling and greeting his sons, a smile coming to his face as he listened to their conversation. He didn't realize it at first, but his stomach flopped a bit (in a good way) from the sound of the sweet, dreamy voice. It was so magical, calming, beautiful…

Harry shook his head at the sudden thoughts, wondering why in the world he suddenly thought that about his friend's voice. Seeing that his sons were still talking to Luna through the Floo, he said, "Boys, come away from there. Luna, you can come though."

James pulled his head out of the Floo first and pulled Albus away, both of them backing away as they waited for the blonde woman to step through. Seconds later, the green flames grew a bit as Luna stepped through the flames before they died all the way down. As soon as she was standing straight again and had brushed the soot from her clothes, Luna was ambushed by the Potter children. Giggling as she hugged them back, she said, "I missed you boys, too."

Luna let them go and looked over to where Harry had stood from his armchair. She walked over to him and said, "Hello, Harry. It is good to see you again. I have missed you."

"I have missed you as well, Luna," Harry replied, pulling his friend into a hug. As he wrapped his arms around her, he found himself not wanting to let her go. His heart was fluttering and his stomach was doing more flips. What was this feeling? It almost felt like how he did when he realized he had a crush on Ginny back at Hogwarts. But, that can't be. He was married, and he felt the same way about all his other female friends that he was felt about Hermione. So why was Luna making him feel the way he did about Ginny when he was younger?

Unbeknownst to Harry, Luna was having a similar issue of her own. Her own heart was beating faster than it normally did and her mind was fuzzy, making her feel confused; she suspected Wrackspurts causing her to feel like this. However, it was only with Harry, as it happened the last time she was with him. But better to keep that information to herself for the time being.

Harry and Luna let go of each other, smiling at each other before turning back to James and Albus. The two boys had been standing there watching the two adults hug for the longest, both wondering why their father was hugging Luna longer than he'd hugged anyone else.

"Hey dad, can we go outside and fly on the broomsticks?" James asked. He wanted to race Luna and see if he could beat her.

"I ride with Luna!" Albus immediately called, grabbing Luna's hand and pulling her through the house. James quickly followed them, Harry bringing up the rear as he chuckled. Truthfully, a quick flight in the air sounded good to him; also, it would get his mind off of his confusing thoughts and feelings. Little did Harry know that these funny feelings were not going away any time soon, or at all in his future.