LUNA'S POV

I heard the wolves howling in unison as I made my way through the Cullen's house. I was not worried. I recognized instantly that they were only shifter wolves, not true werewolves which would have been very dangerous. I knew that shifters could be reasoned with and talked to unlike werewolves whose primal and feral nature could not be communicate intelligently with until after they returned to human form.

As I made my way from room to room, touching their belongings, smelling their scent and admiring their home, I was really impressed by their ability to blend in. Everything in the house was entirely modern, nothing screamed out Gothic Blood-Sucker Abode as one might have assumed.

I knew that my friends were going about this the wrong way but Harry was our leader and Hagrid our chaperone. We should have brought gifts, and instead of an army of ten, one person should have come alone. I could have been that one. I doubt that anyone would have thought to send me though. In fact, most think I'm slightly off my rocker. Only Professor Snape really understands me. Of course, I've had to keep his mentorship a guarded secret. I don't think that I embarrass him or anything like that it's just most wouldn't understand. Like me, Professor Snape has a way of seeing things from a different point of view and is not afraid of the abnormal. Most people think that he is a villain but I don't. I know that he is a hero but to understand that, they'd have to redefine their idea of hero.

In a flash he was upon me. I had only seen a blur as he streaked in grabbing me by the throat with his icy hands. I didn't try to defend myself. I had every confidence in the world that I was not in any real danger.

"Why do you want to hurt my daughter?" He roared.

"Is that what you think?" I mouthed. I couldn't actually vocalize it though because his grip had temporarily cut off my air supply.

"I could kill you. I could break your neck right here right now and no one could save you." He said. He was rather beautiful for a guy.

"I'm not here to harm you." I tossed away my wand and he watched it fall to the ground. Slowly he released his grip from my neck. I gasped in the first few breaths of air as my breathing returned to normal.

Outside came symphony of growls and snarls the snap sound of massive teeth clasping together in missed bites. I could hear Hagrid shouting, "Down boy!" and "Sit!" and "Bad puppy!" He heard the commotion too.

"So is that your cd collection?" I asked, pointing to a shelf behind him.

"Um, part of it." He answered eyeballing me curiously.

I brushed passed slowly.

EDWARDS POV

This unknown magician walked right past me, very unassumingly.

"The Verve?" She asked.

"Yea." I answered, crossing my arms, not sure where this conversation was going.

"I rather prefer The Smashing Pumpkins or Adele." She stated flatly, running her fingers along the wall. I didn't know how to respond so I said nothing.

"My name is Luna Lovegood." She said as her eyes wandered around the room.

"Why are you here?"

"We need your help." She stated setting onto the couch.

"With what?" I was starting to believe that maybe there had been a misunderstanding. . .

HARRY'S POV

"He's going to get himself killed." Neville warned and I almost had to agree with him.

Sure Hagrid was big and well adept with handling all kinds of animals and monsters, from the sounds of the fight in the forest, it sounded like he may well have got in over his head.

"I think he's doing okay, we can still hear him." I stated, trying to sound confident.

"We have to help him." Hermione commanded.

"We're not ruining into that scrap!" The Twins shouted in unison.

"I'll go." With my wand at the ready I took two steps forward. Suddenly everything became deadly silent. I froze mid step with my wand pointed at the trees. There was a great shanking in the bushes and then another. I became very terrified for Hagrid's safety.

I was just about to charge into the woods, personal safety be damned, when Hagrid emerged, holding two of the giant wolves by the scruff of their necks. He had cuts and scrapes all over and drops of blood here and there.

"Look at these little fella's! Aren't they cute?" He said, beaming a giant smile. "I brought these two out to show you guys. You can pet them if you like! There's more back in there. There must've been like 10 or 11 more but I think I scarred the rest of them away."

"Hagrid, why do those wolves have jean shorts strapped to their necks?" Neville asked.

"They sure do, don't they?" Hagrid agreed eyeing them curiously.

"Because there not real wolves." Hermoine answered.