Luna, after sitting, said, "What will the other students do if the feast ends and you are not there?"

"I left corporeal copies of the present professors in our stead. Other than me and Severus, that is."

Harry smiled at the rhyming while sitting as well. The professors and nurse followed suit, minus the smiling. Dumbledore began again,

"Harry. I noticed you had difficulty taking the news of the escaped prisoner. Would you care to explain why?"

"…Well, it wasn't the news itself, but the people's reaction to the news that caused me to act the way that I did."

"Explain."

"You do remember my reaction to fear during the dueling club last year?"

"Yes, but that was because the reaction was directed towards you."

"Yes, this time it carried the same magnitude, but it affected me less because it wasn't directed towards me until, that is, Neville asked me if I was OK and then realized what was going on. That's when I took a sleeping potion to slow the effects of the fear."

Snape interrupted, "May I see this potion?"

Harry said, "I drank all of it, but I have an identical solution you can test."

"Just give me the original bottle, Harry." He said, barely moving his mouth. Harry gave him the bottle and Snape smelled its contents. He dropped the bottle on the floor, cracking it, and began coughing as if the carbonation in his pumpkin juice had gotten to his nose.

"How concentrated did you make it!" He yelled as soon as he had recovered, "You could have stopped your heart! Could still! Why haven't you passed out yet?!"

Harry responded calmly, "I would much rather stop my own heart with a potion than stop several other's hearts by tearing them out of their chests with my claws."

"What kind of answer is that? You are ignorant. Lazy. Arrogant. Were you even thinking about Luna when you made it?"

"Actually, considering how close she is to me all of the time, her safety is the reason why I had her make them. The safety of the other students and potentially some teachers was an added bonus. By the way, professor McGonagall, my experiences with electrical currents has left me highly resistant to most forms of offensive magic. I would consider using spells that are not based on the manipulation of electrical currents." After that last comment, the professor took her hands out of her pockets.

Snape continued, "You had her make it? A potion of this concentration requires restricted information. This is proof that one of you stole a book from the restricted section."

"Actually, this is proof that I know a little bit about cooking. All we did was make several servings of simple and powerful sleeping potion, enough servings to do what we needed if taken all at once, then we boiled it down until there was only one extremely potent version of the same potion."

"Without the book from the restricted section, you had no idea how it would have effected you."

"Actually, Luna and I did a little test. I tested to see my reaction to the sleep potions while going through an adrenaline rush compared to normal. We estimated that the adrenaline rush reduces its potency by nine times; so we made eight sleeping potions, reducing by one for safety, and boiled them down to one sleeping potion."

"But it didn't cause you to pass out like it would have had you not gone through the adrenaline rush."

"That is simply because, on top of being less effective, it takes longer to take full effect when it encounters the adrenaline rush." Severus suddenly noticed that Harry's eyes were drooping and he was slouching in his chair. Luna spoke up,

"Given my calculations, Harry should be passing out any minute. That doesn't mean that this conversation is over, since I know everything that he knows and can answer any of your questions."

"Thank you, Luna." Said Harry tiredly, laying his head back onto the low-backed chair. Before Luna could say 'you're welcome', she heard him begin snoring and felt his consciousness become uniformly 'grey,' a term they adopted for the incoherent stream of thoughts that occur the moment you pass out. These eventually form into dreams that Luna can 'see.'

Flitwick, taking out a piece of parchment and self-inking quill, asked the next question, "I want to know of every mutation and special ability that Harry possesses."

"Unfortunately, Harry told me to never utter a single syllable of those details around those that I would not trust with my life. I currently trust Dumbledore, as it was him that saved my life in the Chamber of Secrets, and McGonagall, for obvious reasons. I could trust you, professor with the basic details of Harry's abilities and communicate them to you alone, but that would require you allowing me access to every corner of your mind. Also, if I find that your mind is encased in a maze, I'm afraid that I can never tell you anything about Harry's combat abilities."

"I understand. Is there any way that you can check me now and then speak it to me mentally?"

"Yes, but you can only write in a way that no one else will be able to read."

"Understood." Flitwick nodded. As soon as his chin lowered to nod, Luna shot a mental spike into his mind. He flinched, his eyes instinctively clamped shut in pain, and he breathed sharply inward through his clenched teeth. Snape grew incredibly interested at the strength of Luna's attack, McGonagall forced herself to allow Luna to continue, Dumbledore simply raised an eyebrow, and Madam Pomfrey remained reactionless. Seconds later, it was over and Flitwick relaxed.

"Wow. You have quite the mind, Luna." Flitwick commented, taking up his quill and waiting for mental communication. Snape simply asked another question,

"How is it that your mind is so powerful, yet Harry was incapacitated by a dementor's attack?"

"Harry does not want to cause any harm to the dementors, given their current disposition. He believes that he could cure them of their need to drain good feelings to survive by implanting them with a self-sustaining patronus. He feels that if he fights any of them, it would become harder to convince them to take the cure. Considering the current dementor-wizard relations, I would say that it is a legitimate concern."

McGonagall spoke now, "So, after curing the werewolves of their uncontrollable bloodlust every full moon and accidentally starting a political werewolf revolution, you want to cure the dementors as well?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because the dementors are being terribly mistreated for having to feed on happiness to survive. I want to make their lives easier. I want dementors to be able to live in a place other than Azkaban, to have human friends and even be able to learn and go to school just like us."

Snape spoke up, "Do you have any idea what consequences that would include? How easily a dementor could go missing for months, then appear out of nowhere in a populated area and kill every living thing within mental reach? It would be like allowing hundreds of nuclear bombs to have a consciousness and then do whatever they want to."

"Do you realize that our current treatment of the dementors is doing exactly that, except worse? Giving them the ideological goal to kill all wizards, as they see us as their jailors? Would you be willing to take the risk of forcing their hand by refusing their cure, causing them to plot against us? Don't you know that there is a rather disturbing chance that they are already doing so? If so, I wouldn't disagree with making a cure. It would be the first step to disarming these 'nuclear bombs.' Also consider-"

"I think we understand, Luna." Interrupted Dumbledore, "I will speak to you on this more in private. Now, please communicate, to both Flitwick and I, Harry's full unique abilities and include your own as well."

"Will you tell the ministry, Dumbledore?"

"Only that which is necessary, Luna."

"What is necessary?"

"Pithy bits of information that they would figure out on their own anyway. I recommend that you don't go flaunting your powers." He said with a twinkle in his eye.

Luna nodded, smiling at Dumbledore's slight. She entered the minds of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Flitwick slowly, knowing that their minds may be fragile in comparison to Luna's mental presence. She was satisfied that they were actually more powerful than she had expected them to be. While she drifted in, she noticed that Dumbledore's mind only contained simple action information, and was devoid of thoughts and feelings, as if his mind was elsewhere. Or, perhaps he had figured out a way to make it impossible for her to see the core of his mind? Perhaps she will ask.

"Dumbledore? Why can't I see your mind?"

Suddenly, his mind became active, but still less active than most, "Because my mind is inactive. Do you not know how to do this?"

"No, and neither does Harry."

"I will have Severus teach you and him later. For now, please tell us what Flitwick has asked for."

Flitwick mentally nodded (the motor function bleeds across the connection) and Luna began, "Do you want combat functions only, or everything?"

Flitwick answered, "As we are mentally the only ones here, I would recommend everything."

"Very well. Dumbledore, can you help close this conversation off from everyone else?"

"Already am, Luna."

"Alright. So, from before he even attended school, Harry demonstrated a proclivity for Unaided Growth Magic. Since then, he has become capable of re-growing entire limbs and replacing entire organ systems within several people at once without using a wand. He has also discovered how to create entirely new life forms. My home is a good example of this, as he has mutated a Lotus flower to become blue with golden specks, grow like a vine, and grow as aggressively as bamboo. When its seeds have been fertilized, it literally flies off and reaches a very high altitude. Hours later, it creates a fiery explosion, forcing the seeds down into the earth like darts. This flower he has called the Eternity Flower, which he has covered my house with.

"The next abilities that Harry was able to gain were Shadow Magic and Soul Magic. Shadow Magic he attained just three days before boarding the Hogwarts Express. Shadow Magic is the manipulation of the essence of shadows, a common magical substance called Nether. Today, he can use the shadows to do many things, such as engulf an entire area in darkness, or transform himself temporarily into shadow (causing him to be invulnerable from attack). He can also use this magic for flight, neutralizing spells, or even creating creatures out of shadow. Though a highly useful branch of Unaided Magic, Shadow Magic of any type can be canceled or destroyed with enough light-based spells, such as the otherwise harmless Lumos.

"He had attained Soul Magic just a month after arriving at Hogwarts, though he had already gotten a pet snake, Thana, before then, as he could speak Parseltongue. He then made mental bonds with every living thing he met, including over half of the school, a giant arachnid colony, and a dragon that he formed a Mother's Love bond with upon witnessing it hatch. This dragon he has named Norberta.

"The snake itself turned out to be a giant snake, only a baby when Harry got him, though he held the dimension and appearance of an adult Black Python, and was mistaken for a Black Python by the manager of the Magical Menagerie. Later, it was put into the Forbidden Forest by him that same year and is now Caroline's Mate, holding a bond very similar to a Veela Bond. Caroline herself, a true basilisk, was bonded to Harry and I just last year when we fought Voldemort within the Chamber of Secrets. Then there is me, who formed a true Veela Bond with him at the beginning of last year, and Lucy, a dementor who formed a simple silver bond with us after we discovered her within a hotel run by a fellow named Tiberius, who houses those that aren't entirely human.

"He learned the other forms of Unaided Magic in the lessons that he holds for the students, operating one lesson ahead. With Flame Magic, used in tandem with Wind Magic, he can turn a small forest to ash in about an hour, engulf the same forest with flame in seconds, and is much better at focusing the fire into beams and blades rather than waves like me. With Water Magic, he is now able to use the moisture in the air and in living things to match his will. He hasn't trained that much in Water Magic, and has gotten as far as changing the form of water into ice and making weapons and armor out of it, though it is very cold, not spell resistant, and melts too quickly and is too weak for any extended battle, even though it is twice as dense as typical ice. He can, however, freeze targets solid, launch ice spikes at targets, breath underwater, and walk on water.

"Energy Magic, on the other hand, is something that interests him greatly. Ever since Christmas, he has worn one of several identical black cloaks that are lined with thin copper twine. It has energy trapping and substance cooling enchantments on it that activate whenever it produces much heat. This cloak is capable of supporting a practically limitless amount of watts, as the enchantments I've put in place prevent the suit from melting and the wire from giving off an amount of heat that grows exponentially over time. As the enchantments take energy from the electricity in the copper wire to support their functions, the electrical efficiency is at about 85% when the enchantments are active. This suit, with its matching glove, allows him to redirect any electricity-based spell, such as the killing curse that Voldemort had hit him with in the Chamber of Secrets. However, in order for the suit to be of much use, Harry must be intending to use or redirect electrical energy. Otherwise, the spells cast at him will simply travel through the copper wire before affecting him.

"Though extremely useful for spell resistance, the only thing that Harry can use Energy Magic to an offensive end is to just electrocute people. It is also possible to blow people up, but that is a waste of energy. The real reason that Energy Magic is so interesting to Harry is that training in Energy Magic seems to help him cast more powerful spells easier, and increases the power of his current spells, allowing him to add on modifications to his spells, such as the various uses for his patronus, and his Expelliarmusthat breaks through the Protego, or just causes an explosion on impact.

"Then there are Harry's mutations. The first physical change that has occurred with him is a common case of Lycanthropy. He has experienced three forced transformations without the cure to it. Then, upon discovering a portion of his mind being closed off when in wolf form, I theorized a cure involving ripping out the wolf portion of his mind. However, it didn't work out the way that I had intended, as I was only able to rip out a division between the wolf and human portions of his mind. This allowed him to control his transformations, even made it to where he could transform part of himself, and allowed him to control himself while transformed. Harry, with my guidance, then went to a werewolf's meeting and cured everyone there. Since then, these newly cured werewolves began intentionally infecting important individuals in order to improve their social and political position. Months later, following a particularly controversial duel, we discovered that fear can force Harry into his wolf form and partially separate his wolf self from his human self, simulating an uncured werewolf during the full moon.

"It soon became apparent that the cure had done more than free his mind. It also allowed his other mutations to manifest themselves, as well as allowed him to use Unaided Magic in his wolf form. We discovered the former during the summer break when he began to display the physical manifestations of Lamia DNA. His eyes became capable of either killing, paralyzing, or knocking out any individuals looking at his eyes as he chooses. His teeth became sharp like a shark and his canines became able to dispense a poison very much like Caroline's. His tongue became black, skinny, and forked. The skin along his spine became covered in scales, and the hair in the middle of his head was replaced by a stripe of red hair.

"Literally a month later, while we were picking up our school supplies, we were forced to take shelter in a hotel for mutants and non-humans in Knockturn Alley; as a result of the Department of Mysteries investigating an incident where Harry accidentally killed three of their agents just as one of them attempted to murder him out of panic ." (Upon mentioning this event, Luna began to emanate heat like a wood stove.) "Within the hotel, I found a dementor. Harry attempted to bond with it without showing his presence. The attempt was successful, but he was detected before he could introduce himself in a positive way. Harry's automatic fear response caused the dementor to attack. Harry and I were both knocked unconscious by the power of the dementor's mind, but Tiberius was luckily conscious enough to cast a patronus. Harry later noticed that he was semi-resistant to the dementor's aura, could talk to dementors in their language like he speaks parseltongue, was stronger with shadow magic, and could fly like them, which now gives him the option of being able to duel while flying without being vulnerable to light-based attacks or having to focus on bending air, increasing his combat mobility. I sense that he can also create a dementor's aura, but he hasn't activated it yet.

"Other than that, I have nothing to else to say on the subject."

Flitwick spoke out loud now, "Thank you, Luna." Dumbledore simply nodded towards her, then spoke to the staff,

"Any more questions?" The room was silent, and then Snape spoke,

"I would like to tutor you both on how to defend your minds against the dementors. Will you meet with me?"

"Of course. What time and how often?"

"What time do you have?"

"I can have Ron and Neville teach the Saturday classes, allowing us an entire Saturday every week."

"Then meet me every Saturday from 7am-9am."

"Very well. Anything else?"

Flitwick spoke now, "I would like to teach you both on dueling."

Luna asked, "What do you have to offer us?"

"Plenty. I was dueling champion just out of Hogwarts. Enrolled in the regional's and went all the way to nationals within a year."

"Wow."

Dumbledore laughed deeply, "Aren't you leaving out the part where you won the world championship, Filius?"

Luna spoke, "I thought that was just a rumor."

"No, it's very true, but it happened so long ago, only avid fans of dueling know about Filius' achievement. One of which is me."

"Do you duel as well, headmaster?"

"No. I prefer to study rather than duel."

"Then why is it that you are the only one that Voldemort fears?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in the candlelight. His smile easily reached his eyes, "…I'm afraid that I'm not entirely sure. There are plenty of wizards out there for him to fear, yet he chose me."

McGonagall stated, "You must be joking. Are you forgetting your duel against Grindelwald?"

"No, and that doesn't matter. At his prime, Voldemort was far more powerful than Grindelwald."

"You are the only one other than him that has reached that height of power."

Severus spoke now, "So what you are saying is that he fears Dumbledore because he is a challenge to him? Do you remember who we are speaking of?"

"Yes, I know. And despite this, Voldemort fears Dumbledore."

Dumbledore came back, "It doesn't matter. Is there anything else that needs to be said?... Very well. Everyone except Harry and Luna; Leave us."

Just before leaving the room, McGonagall turned around and then held out a ring to Luna, "Put this on his finger and tell him to leave it on at all times. If ever he experiences an adrenaline rush, it will tell me and give me his location."

"But he has several adrenaline rushes without being in danger of turning on the students."

"As soon as I can find an enchantment that detects mind patterns, I will replace it. For the time being, I require him to wear it at all times."

"Will it contact all faculty members, or just you?"

"All of them."

"Thank you." She said, putting the ring on Harry's middle left finger. The professor then left, following the Gryphon's Staircase down. Luna turned back to Dumbledore, who surveyed Harry's appearance.

"I told them not to react negatively to his new physical features. I noticed that many of the students had in the great hall."

"Yes. People will do that."

"How did Harry take it?"

"I don't think he even noticed. He was too busy focusing on his cousin and on me. That and he can understand the minds of his peers, even though they don't understand him, so he understands why they react."

Dumbledore nodded, leaning back in his chair and tugging on his beard in concentration. "Was there anything that you and Harry wanted to ask me privately?"

Luna brought up the memories of what Harry wanted to ask Dumbledore and started with the first. "Yes. Harry believes that he has read of a cure for the dementor's need to siphon happiness. He feels like he learned it in the Room of Requirement, but can't be sure what it was about. He feels like it is some modified version of the patronus, but doesn't know how to cast it."

"I agree with his idea. If we could cure them it would help ease the suffering of an entire species. I want to know what this cure is as soon as you find it, and I want to accompany you to the dementors at the border of Hogwarts when you decide to cure the dementors with it."

"Of course Headmaster. Sir, you didn't mention the dementors at Hogwarts during your speech. Why?"

"I didn't want to set off a fear reaction for Harry to react to after that little incident during the duel last year. By now, everyone has found out anyway. Anything else?"

"Yes. Harry wants to know if a select few of his friends could become werewolves."

"No. All it would take for hell to break loose is a single moment of intense fear within the Great Hall. I would rather not risk the safety of every human in this school."

"I thought so. Thank you, Dumbledore. Harry also wanted to tell you that he is going to explore the chamber of secrets for proof that he is Slytherin's Heir."

"It's about time. He may go if he wishes, but I insist that you and I be there with him. We can't have one of Tom's traps hurting or killing him."

"Who is Tom?"

"Tom Marvolo Riddle is the true name of the one your friends call Voldemort, and who everyone else calls You-Know-Who."

"Oh. Well… Thanks for your help. This next one is more personal. Is there any way you could turn my bottom half into a snake's?"

Dumbledore's eyebrow arched slightly and his head tilted, looking at an area of space to the left of Luna and unfocusing his eyes. He eventually looked back at Luna, "Do you want the change to be permanent?"

"No. Just a temporary aesthetic physical change."

"Why?"

"It's personal."

Dumbledore smiled, "It's for Harry, isn't it?"

"…you know me almost as much as Harry does."

"How did the Lamia-like bottom-half get brought up between you?"

"I mentioned it in a romantic way. He liked it."

"I see. Since it is temporary, it will have to be carried out by either something you wear or something you do. I suggest something you do while you wear a specific object, as that would make it much easier for me to create a reliable result. However, we could have the enchantment implanted rather than worn. It could be real or an illusion. Illusions cost more concentration and energy than physical changes over time, but physical changes cost more than illusions do the moment it is cast. Since I think you plan on 'wearing' the change for hours, I think we will go with the real. Which of these options do you want?"

"I want it to function like Unaided Magic that has a static effect, or like transforming into my wolf form. I want to focus on having that specific change, and then have that change last without effort until I focus on reversing the change."

"That will be simple enough. What properties do you want to carry over, other than the tail end?"

"I also want my back and arms to be partially covered in scales."

"What color scales?"

"….Hmmm….What do you think?"

"I have no opinion."

"Well…perhaps pure white."

"Pure white it is." Dumbledore slipped a small piece of parchment out of his pocket and began writing small symbols on it. He stroked his beard every couple of seconds, pausing to read what he wrote, and then crossed off certain symbols. Eventually, he stared at a series of three symbols for several minutes before grunting and sitting up from his chair.

"Now there's only one last thing to do. Luna, I assume that your body undergoes a minor version of what Harry goes through, never showing obvious physical changes?"

"Yes."

"Then the tail itself just may be hidden in your DNA, as a result of Harry's lamia relations, since female lamia usually have a snake-like tail. We could change, activate, and deactivate that DNA at will with the right enchantments. First I must map your cognitive process while you take on your wolf form. Then I must create a second, similar process within your mind, linking it to a very specific strain of DNA within every cell of your body. We can also modify the color of your scales at will while creating the enchantment, but it will be a permanent change once made. You could also link it to your mood or your will, allowing it to change according to one of those."

"Let's link it to my will."

"Very well. Here we go." He took out the slip of parchment again and wrote in an extra character and took a dot off of the third character, then placed it on the new character. He then took out his wand and pointed it at Luna, saying, "Let me into your mind, and then transform into wolf form."

Dumbledore slipped into Luna's mind, lightly pressing against every wall. Luna walked to the front of the room and transformed, simply shifting to all fours after the change, letting out a slight growl of pleasure, as the transformation releases a great amount of tension in the muscles and stops most aches. Dumbledore left her mind and began writing on the paper again, then entered her mind and said, "OK, now transform back."

She did so, and then sat next to Harry again. Dumbledore scribbled on the parchment some more, then took out his wand again, pointed it at her, looked at the parchment briefly, and then his wand created a flash of blinding light. The skin all over Luna's body crawled and she felt all of her hair rise on end. Then the feeling settled down and she let go of a breath she didn't notice she was holding.

"I have completed the enchantment. It will take some practice, distinguishing from your Lamia and Wolf forms, but you will do it. You can begin your practice now, as I have included the replacement of your clothes while transforming, much like an animagus' change, except it only effects your bottom half. Make sure you keep in mind the color you want as well as the type of transformation."

"Thank you very much, but I think it is time that we get to bed as soon as possible."

"Very well. I will escort you to your quarters."

"No, we wanted to sleep in the Forbidden Forest. "

"Not acceptable. The castle has protections that even a dragon cannot offer. I would prefer you were in the center of a castle like Hogwarts rather than out in the middle of a forest. From now on, you are only allowed inside the castle unless required by your education, and only if accompanied by many people."

"What about visiting Norberta and Caroline?"

"Mental exchanges and shared dreams will have to suffice as a replacement. Until Black is caught, at least."

"Why? It's not like he's going to try to kill Harry or anything. He's innocent, remember?"

"You are right, as Black is indeed innocent. However, I am worried of what Harry will do to him, not what he will do to Harry."

"Why?"

"I will not tell you. However, you must promise to not let Harry go looking for him."

"Why-"

"Promise me."

"Why, though?"

Dumbledore rubbed his face with his hands and sighed deeply. He slowly opened them to look at Luna with an intense stare. "There is something that I cannot tell you. That something may motivate him to try to kill either Black or someone else, depending on who he blames."

"For what?"

"I cannot tell you. Please don't go looking for the answers to these questions. If you truly love Harry, you will not give him, or yourself, this heavy burden. Promise me."

The room became swelteringly hot. "You dare question my love for him?"

"No." Dumbledore stated firmly.

Luna's hair became fire and she clenched her fists, yet still talking calmly just the same. "Then why would you say that?"

"Because it could destroy him."

Luna calmed and sat down again, her hair replacing the curtain of fire on her head, "How?"

"…Luna, to kill someone on purpose deals great damage to one's self. You will notice a change in him the moment the deed is done, and not for the better. Even if he killed for what he believes to be a good reason, it is impossible to make it to the other side unscathed. Your bonds with him may even weaken, and living with him will become more difficult, as his very being would change to the point of legitimately calling him a different person. He can, over several years, become well again, but he will always carry with him the scars."

She felt herself cool down as what Dumbledore said sank in for her. She shifted gears from defensive to curious, "How much damage can it do?"

"In terms of damage he would receive, at its very worst, it exceeds even the slowest death. Even if that death were yours and not his."

"Then he must not know what Black has done?"

"Not only that. He must remain ignorant of the entire matter. The less he knows, the better."

"You forget that we share all memories with each other. He will know of this."

"Good, then he will know what to avoid and why." Dumbledore stated, returning to his calm self, abandoning the troubled man Luna had seen just moments earlier.

"You really care, don't you?" Luna said, smiling brightly at him.

"More than you can currently understand." Dumbledore said tiredly, half smiling back. "Now, anything else you wish to ask me?"

"…Umm," Luna scratched her head in thought, "…Umm….uh-yes! Yes I do. Um…well…let's assume that we found out a way to stimulate a Mother's Love bond."

"OK."

"Then let's assume that a student within this school desperately wants to share a bond such as this with a dragon."

"I'm not surprised. Go on."

"First question, would you allow us to carry out the procedure?"

"I would have to know where the egg was coming from, who was bonding with the hatching dragon, and how the procedure will be carried out. If I find all of these things satisfactory, then yes. Also, if it doesn't work, then the dragon needs to be returned to its proper facility. I also think that it would be wise to tell me what type of dragon is being hatched. Remember, once the bond is made, the student will become more like the dragon than what he or she was before."

"Ok. So, where do you think we would get a dragon's egg?"

Dumbledore sat there, looking at his desk and flexing his brow, for about a minute before saying, "Your chance will come in a year. Otherwise, gaining a dragon's egg will force you to have a period of unexplained absences, which will both put you very behind in your classes as well as make you take the entire year over again."

"Why?"

"It takes a trip to a dragon's reserve, where you must then wander around a ton of unbound dragons, both mentally and physically, and find a mother, which are the most aggressive, no matter what the type, and then figure out some way to get an egg from the dragon without being killed. Trust me, Luna, you will want to wait until next year."

"I'll take your word for it." Luna stated simply, taking a mental note, then got up and said, "I have nothing else to tell you or ask you, so we should probably get going." On the way out, she picked up Harry and carried him out

"Very well," said Dumbledore, also rising and following Luna all the way to their room. When they got there, Dumbledore said, "I hope that your year goes well. Good night, and be careful."

"Good night, Dumbledore." Luna walked into her common room, where she was greeted by Fang and Shadow, their winged lions. She was followed by the lions as she set Harry on one side of a queen-sized bed in their bedroom. She then tried to activate her Lamia mutation, but changed into a werewolf instead.

After several moments of failure and a quarter of an hour of time, she finally had her bottom half become that of a snake's. It was jet black and shiny. Her lower back and outer upper arms had scales of the same color. Looking in the mirror, she noticed that her eyes were slitted, yet still blue. As the cold seeped into her blood, her increasing lethargy reminded her that Dumbledore had mentioned that it would make her cold-blooded.

"Whoa. Is that you, Luna?" Harry said, waking up from the potion.

"Yes." Luna said airily, looking at herself in the mirror.

"So, you took that Lamia mutation idea to the next level, huh?"

"Yep."

Harry became his wolf form, and Luna wrapped herself around him. With his mind, Harry said, "Goodnight, Luna."

"Goodnight," said she, seconds before Harry passed out. Her surroundings were suddenly freezing, given her transformation, and the bed and Harry's fur was very warm.

-oOoOo-

Harry woke up to see Luna's smiling, slitted eyes in front of him. It took a second for him to realize why he couldn't move.

"You're pretty strong, Luna." Harry attempted to say, but the only thing that came out was a strange howling sound. Luna smiled wider at this, stroking Harry's fur.

"You're warm." Luna thought to him.

"You're strong." Harry thought back. The words between them weren't much, but the feelings passing between them were the feelings you would expect a newlywed couple to feel. Harry changed back to his human form, as did Luna, just before their alarm clock rang.

"Uh oh." Started Harry.

"Yep. Our alarm clock hates us."

"Yes, but I doubt it could stop us."

"We would be late to class, Harry."

"…..You're right. I suppose we should eat, then." The food, though delicious, didn't taste as good as fresh deer. After three bloody, yet seasoned, steaks, Luna and Harry joined their friends in the Great Hall to talk to them as they ate. Draco showed up at the Ravenclaw table halfway through, asking the obvious,

"What did Dumbledore say about the egg?"

Harry, having been caught up on the details of last night, was able to respond, "He said, rather cryptically, to wait until next year."

"But-"

"Unfortunately, I don't think that he would have budged unless he knew that there was a way that I could get a dragon's egg without unnecessarily risking my life. Also, because of this Serious Black thing, half of the world has their eye on me, waiting for Black to pop out of nowhere and try to kill me. I won't be able to do it this year, Draco. I'm being watched."

That's when the mail arrived. There were hundreds of owls painting the sky seen portrayed by the ceiling above. Hedwig was the first owl Harry spotted, and she gave Luna a copy of The Daily Prophet, upon which he saw his own face.

"Usually I don't read the news, but given that I just incinerated a reporter's notes and quill, I decided to see what she had to say against us in revenge."

"Are newspaper companies really that petty?"

"Wizarding papers are. Besides, most of the stuff they say is a load of garbage meant to excite and enrage the readers. It's more for entertainment than anything else. If you want to read something with at least some truth, I recommend the Quibbler. My dad's the author and editor."

"Perhapse. What's on The Daily Prophet? I think I saw my face on the front cover."

"Let's see here."

Harry Potter Planning Werewolf Attacks?

"Yikes. It's bad already." Harry thought to Luna as he read the paper by seeing through her eyes. She merely grunted and read on.

Local businessman reports large shipments of dittany infused with silver sent to known Potter residence.

For those who don't know, Harry Potter has succeeded in creating a cure to forced lycanthropy just this last year. This allows werewolves to infect non-werewolves at any time. Because of this, attacks on both children and adults by werewolves have increased dramatically. "For some reason, it seems that these new bite victims, though great in number, always have a vial of the stuff [Dittany] either near them or in their cloak pocket…that they don't remember putting there…A disturbing number of these victims are children." Said the Director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies.

This leads us to ask the question 'who is organizing these attacks?' The answer came from a local businessman, who will remain anonymous for his and his families' safety. "There are two customers of mine that have bought a great amount more dittany than the average customer…the other of which is Harry Potter."

The man said that these customers have so far bought over 11,120 vials of dittany infused with silver, almost perfectly matching the number of werewolf victims that have come about as a result of Harry Potter's cure. Could Harry Potter be conspiring with other werewolves to attack us?

We were later approached by an esteemed Ministry employee, Ms. Umbridge, on werewolf attacks being committed against other Ministry workers; "I have so far been attacked by those brutes three times since last month, unsuccessfully of course… by now, about three fourths of the ministry staff has been infected. Not only that, but most of the victims of werewolves that the Ministry comes in contact with are their own small children." Despite the relatively small number of attacks against Ministry employees, most of them are infected. This is because the main strategy that these werewolves are employing is to infect the children and then allow the children to infect the rest of the family during their first full moon, which is now the only full moon in which a 'cured' werewolf has to transform.

Because of these facts, the Ministry of Magic has asked us to urge our readers to never be outside alone or without a wand, to isolate all werewolf victims during their first full moon, to keep a close eye on anyone suspected of being a werewolf, and to put wards around your houses to protect against werewo-

Harry watched through Luna's eyes as the paper he was reading was burned to ash almost instantly, and the world became red. He felt the anger radiating from her in eye-watering waves. Or was that the fire making his eyes water? Either way she was flaming pissed, which meant that she was about to set someone on fire. Perhaps one of Harry's students could take a sudden combustion, but there was a table full of Slytherins just begging to be incinerated. Harry and Norberta began immediately applying good emotions to Luna's mind, soaking her in it like water. Seconds went to minutes and then Luna's fire died down.

"Well, you did say that the Quibbler was more accurate." Harry stated calmly.

"Yes. I think that they just proved me right."

"Yes they did. Do you think we should talk to Greyback about his activities?"

"How can we? Do we know where he is?"

"No. He disappeared after I cured him."

"That figures. How do we find him again?"

"I don't know. Wait for news of him, perhaps?" Just then, Hedwig swooped in to drop off another package. A bottle of dittany infused with silver. Half of the Great Hall cleared off after seeing that, the other half just stared wide-eyed, laughed, didn't notice, or grabbed at their wands. Obviously, the entire Gryffindor table stayed, and were either laughing or preparing for battle.

The note was written in hardly-readable handwriting, as if written in a hurry. It said, "They drugged me."

Luna read it through Harry's eyes, "Interesting. Perhaps we could speak to him about Greyback's location?"

"No need. Hedwig can find him. However, we still need to talk to this man."

"Agreed."

Harry got a spare piece of parchment from his bag and used a self-inking quill to write the following.

Dear Mr. Ludsworth,

We got your note ('They drugged me') and understand completely. If there is anything we can do to protect you against a werewolf attack, please feel free to ask. If you feel that you want to become a werewolf, but don't trust Greyback's followers with your life, we can arrange a meeting on Christmas. You can cancel this meeting at any time after you agree to it. Do not concern yourself with giving me your whereabouts; that letter may be intercepted by Greyback's men. Instead, I will send you an owl enchanted with a tracking charm on the day we agree to meet, which we will use to find your location.

Remember; you have nothing to fear from us. You are our friend and there is very little you can do to change that. Now, unless you have some request, we have classes that we need to get back to.

In high regard,

Harry and Luna Potter.

After Luna read it and sent him the emotion of satisfaction, Harry tied the note onto Hedwig's leg before she flew off. Harry then had half of a mind to observe what was going on around him, realizing only now that he wasn't being affected by the fear occurring around him. Only now did Harry realize that over half of the Great Hall had read the news and decided to get as far away from him as a result.

"Luna, why am I unaffected by their fear?"

"Do you see that up there?" Luna thought, pointing at the Sorting Hat that she had just noticed was perched on Dumbledore's table. "I feel that the hat is preventing their fear from leaving their minds."

"Impressive." Harry thought. He sent a thought to the hat, "How long do you think you can keep that up?"

"Hours," it responded simply. That left Harry to decide what to do with these people that are just about freaking out around him. It only took a few seconds of confirmation with Dumbledore and Luna to know what to do next. Harry and Luna stood to move to the front of the hall. Harry could sense the tension thicken in the room. He heard the heartbeat of those near him increase as he grew closer to them. Thank goodness the Sorting Hat was blocking their fear.

Harry faced the students from the front of the room, looking into a few randomly chosen eyes. A mumbling of 'Sonorous' sent Harry's voice to every student in the school.

"For those of you who do not recognize my voice, my name is Harry Potter. I am sure that you just read the Daily Prophet. For those of you who didn't, it basically told you that I am a werewolf, that I discovered a cure to forced lycanthropy, and that I have been infecting thousands of people with lycanthropy. Of those three, only one is accurate. I am a werewolf, and so is Luna, who is my partner in life. It was Luna that discovered the cure, and she risked her life to do so. We then took this cure to a werewolf meeting, where most werewolves meet the day before the full moon to discuss politics. We gave them the cure and left.

"We later learned that citizens were being ambushed and bitten by werewolves, sometimes in broad daylight. Many politicians' children were being targeted specifically to make policies regarding werewolves better. We suspect Greyback to be at the center of this activity, as children are known to be his signature target. Neither Luna nor I know anything of any other werewolves' activities outside of rumors, nor do we intend on infecting anyone, even if they are begging us.

"This is because the cure to forced lycanthropy has a serious side-effect. Rather than being forced to change every full moon, a large amount of fear can do what a full moon would normally do. Strangely, this does not affect Luna, which could mean that only males need suffer this side-effect, but we are not certain and do not want to take that risk.

"Now, I am no danger to any of you. Unlike a full moon, fear is only suggestive and I can resist it. In the event in which I fail to resist, I have a powerful sleeping potion that would kill the adrenaline rush that forces me to transform. In the end, this whole thing is mostly just an inconvenience to me. Can you guys stop being so afraid around me? I don't want to have to pass out in the middle of the day because someone fooled themselves into thinking that I needed to be feared. We have lessons and homework to focus on, let's not let this distract us."

Harry mumbled 'Quietus' and then left the front of the room, sitting back where he was sitting before. Luna was close behind him and he realized that their bonds were glowing brighter than their usual gold light.

"Why are our bonds glowing so much?"

Harry was met with a hug at this question, "You called me your partner in life, Furry Potter. In front of the whole school." Luna was glowing a patronus white aura.

"Yeah. I bet I made a lot of people envy you."

"You did, but more people are simply relieved. Thank you for making that speech."

"You're welcome."

The tension in the room had dropped significantly. Apparently, that speech had turned his public image from that of a faceless, dark monster to that of a kid just wanting to go to school and having to struggle to do it. Having a sudden idea, he linked his mind to one person from each house who he had detected were also werewolves, saying

"I would like you to post a note on your common room's notice board that says this. 'Even with the cure, the first full moon forces you to change. If you have become a werewolf since the last full moon, you will be forced to transform next week on Friday night, and will need somewhere to be while that occurs. Harry Potter invites you to his typical tutoring location on that night. All who will join us will need to enter the room before 7PM. Any who do not know the location, but still wish to have somewhere to stay, meet Harry Potter on the same day just before 7PM.'

Harry paused, sending Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, there are going to be several students that will be forced to transform because they will experience their first full moon. Would you supervise us in the Room of Requirement next week on Friday? The change doesn't force us to become mindless, just forces us to change."

"Of course Harry." Dumbledore responded simply, returning to his breakfast. Harry asked another question.

"Some of the students don't know the location of the Room. Can you meet me at the Great Hall before 7PM on Friday to escort them?"

"Yes." Dumbledore said plainly to him. He was obviously thinking about something. Frustratingly enough, Dumbledore's mind appeared empty to him.

Harry now went back to his four messengers, "Make sure to say that the note is approved by Albus Dumbledore."

Harry received four affirmative answers, and then he made each of them write it on their agendas.

-oOoOo-

Following the cloudy minds of those above them, Luna and Harry made their way to their first divination class. They climbed a ladder to the top of the tower and were met by a cloud of smoke. Harry felt that everyone except one individual in the room was drowsy. Harry didn't understand why, but the smoke and perfume affected him in exactly the opposite way that it affected others. It kicked his mind into overdrive, and Luna was affected in the same way, but not as extremely. Suddenly, he discovered that he could think much faster than he usually could.

He felt himself sensing things in ways he never knew he was capable of sensing. In many ways, he was impaired. He felt weak and fragile. He could barely think about his surroundings, as if he were tired, at least to what was happening around him. To his mind, however, he was more awake and alive than he had ever been. His mind raced to many things, most of them he barely considered before they became full-fledged debates, critiques, and predictions. It was as if a pair of eyes were opened within his mind that he had never known were there.

Harry slumped onto an open and rather large bean bag, barely aware of Luna sitting with him. Unlike Harry, Luna was aware of the misty voice coming from what was perceived as the front of the classroom.

"Welcome students. My name is professor Trelawney. I will be your divination instructor to all of you this semester, and all but one of you next semester."

The room was filled with slight whispering just before the professor stepped out of the smoke. Luna recognized a unique scent coming off of her. Harry recognized a physical weakness and clumsiness in her muscles. Harry sent a curious feeling centered on this discovery to Luna, who asked the professor,

"Why is it that your mind and muscles react to the perfume like ours do, yet everyone else just feels very tired?"

The Professor moved on, merely smiling brightly at the couple. Raising her voice, she said, "Divination is the art of gathering information. Even at a distance, whether it is a distance of space or of time, a true master of divination can learn it. A long time ago, the subject shrank as various enchantments encircled the globe, unintentionally blocking spacial divination spells such as scrying. These enchantments have greatly faded, however, and now there are many divination spells available to wizard kind once more.

"We will first be studying the future this semester for two reasons: The chief of these reasons is that predictions of the future are rarely within the next few months. A part of your grade, though a small part, as well as your extra credit involves making accurate predictions of the future. Of course, you do not have to make these predictions in the class room, but you must make at least one for ten percent of your grade. Each accurate prediction after the first earns five points to your house and to your grade. There are no limitations on accurate predictions as long as they are not apparent to us normally."

Trelawney turned to Luna and blinked at her with her eyes magnified by her glasses. The blink was not normal. Her normal eyelid stayed where it was, but two other eyelids came in from the sides, snapped shut, and opened again. She smiled broadly once more and then turned to speak to the class at large,

"Fortune telling is more of an art than it is a science. It happens to be based on your ability to free your mind from its latent mental barriers. Over time, we become 'normalized' by society, its expectations, and its laws. The future holds no such laws. The future that you will be peering into is merely the possible, so you must free your mind to every possibility. Of course, every person is different and it definitely works differently for different people. So differently, in fact, that the books that you have bought are only how most people predict the future. Those with true potential in divination will break off from the norm and become their own teacher. For this first semester, I can be nothing more than a guide to point you in the right direction. It is you that must travel the road alone."

By this time, some of the smoke had cleared from the room through the trapdoor. This allowed the class, minus Harry, to see that there was a shelf full of teacups behind the professor. "We will first begin exploring divination through shapes in your tea leaves. Turn your books to the first chapter."

Many shuffling of pages later, "Tea leaf divination has existed about as long as tea has, and for good reason. One old and rare form of tea, when fermented and distilled, can actually boost your mental acuity, further increasing your ability to look into the future. It's actually made of the same leaf that I am burning right now. However, we will not be drinking that tea. Now, everyone rise and form a line towards the teacups over there, and-" With this she lowered her voice, looking directly at Neville, "when you break your pink cup, go back to the shelf and choose one of the blue ones. I have become rather fond of the pink ones."

With that, the class got up, minus Harry, who seemed incapable of rising from the bean bag. In fact, the entire speech that Trelawney had given had not even been noticed by him. He seemed incapable of doing many things accurately. He couldn't absorb and process any information of his surroundings without focusing only on that thing. A feint thought whispered that the smoke was poisoning his mind, but he didn't bother telling Luna. It was just too much effort to even consider. His normal thoughts were replaced by a web of information. This web was made of possibilities, information he shouldn't have known. Harry was aware of an energy moving through him. Before his mind flashed multiple futures, most of them dark.

He saw Luna die to an anonymous killer in more than half of the 'links' of the web, the other half usually had Harry die instead. Those were the ones that ended. He saw his friends die, too. All of them, some of them, one of them, most of them. They died. Harry sometimes died trying to protect them. He barely noticed Luna's mind exploring his and seeing nothing, nor did he recognize who said, 'I've made a special brew just for people like you,' just before pouring. He didn't know that he had been sitting there far too long. He didn't know that the class was about to end. His mind was trying to process too much information. At least that's what he thought he was doing. That's what he hoped he was doing. All of them ended too soon.

Far too soon.

"Four years." Said Harry after drinking his tea automatically, finding that he was now able to focus on the present, while simultaneously experiencing the worst 'dream slipping between your fingers' type of memory loss.

"Four years?" Luna asked, surprised that Harry's mind was in the present, "Why did you say that?"

"Say what?"

"Your mind goes blank for almost the entire class, then you come back and the only thing you have to say is, 'Four years'?"

Harry rubbed his face and yawned, then said, "Almost the entire class?"

"Yes. You were staring at the front of the class for about an hour now. I searched your mind, but couldn't see anything. I asked the professor and she said that it is common for someone like you to go through this after inhaling this smoke for the first time. What happened?"

"…I…mmhh," Harry rubbed his face again and stretched as much as the bean bag allowed, yawning once more. "I don't remember." He said while he yawned, his mind being truly emptied of any memory of what had happened when he was out: Everything, of course, except for a general feeling of impending doom, and the words 'four years.'

"OK. Just drink your tea and I'll tell you what you missed."