A/N: Lemons found on HPArchive story 1690 Trysts of the Lone Traveler. Except for a single excerpt, I will be skipping over what happened between the Traveler and Lady Hyacinth. And I will not be describing Harry and Fleur because in this case, Harry is fourteen and that's a bit young for me to describe from my own moral standpoint. It happens – I won't be talking about it though.

Title: Pt3: The Worst Cockup and Aphrael's Errand

(Trysts Chapter 7)

"Unbelievable." It didn't come out that clearly but his meaning was obvious. "I think I'm going to nap now."

Lady Hyacinth grinned at her dozing bed partner. Checking the time with a spell, she saw it was dinner time. She quickly dressed, leaving him asleep and exited the room. She found her granddaughter leading the younger Harry out of the other room provided.

He looked quite satisfied and nervous all at once.

"Mr. Potter. This time with Fleur was an honor debt. Our nature cries out to repay those who can claim a debt of this manner from us. I hope that Fleur explained that this was not intended as a permanent relationship – even if that might change in the future."

Harry nodded. "She told me." He blushed and smiled shyly. "It was brilliant though. I've heard about it but had never done it."

She smiled kindly at him. "If you are willing, I would ask you not to tell stories to the other boys – they would misunderstand and it would be better for Fleur if this did not happen."

Harry's eyes widened as he protested. "I would never! On my honor!"

"Good. I think your little lady friend will be happy with what you may have learned when you get to that place in your relationship."

Harry was confused. "Lady friend?"

"The girl who was with you today."

"Oh! Hermione! NO! She's just my friend!" Harry was quite assertive in protesting.

Hyacinth laughed as Fleur giggled. "You may find that friendship now is the best basis of becoming lovers later. But that is for you to decide."

Harry paused as he thought about that. "I guess … I never thought about it that way."

"You are young yet. You will learn. But you will keep this to yourself?" He nodded. "Tell your friends that you were kept back to talk about what happened and to plan for the future. Concentrate on the fact your Godfather will soon be free."

Harry nodded enthusiastically. He was about to rush out the door but stopped. He turned to Fleur and said with a shy smile, "Thank you, Fleur, for the wonderful experience. I hope you find true love in the future." He darted his head forward and kissed her cheek before quickly exiting the room as though the hounds of hell were at his ankles.

Fleur was shocked. "I did not expect such chevalerie from a teenage boy. It is a surprise."

Hyacinth smirked like a satisfied cat. "Having spent time with an older version, I am not as surprised as you are. But you enjoyed yourself?"

Fleur smiled and nodded, a bit of a blush on her cheeks.

"Good. Please tell our hosts that I will be keeping our Visitor busy for most of the evening in this chambre de requirement and so we shall not be available."

Fleur nodded, blushing more heavily. "Oui, grand-mère." She quickly exited to go to dinner as well.

Lady Hyacinth smiled at her kin and called for Dobby to provide a dinner for after Harry the Traveler's nap. She, herself, was feeling quite energized.

She returned to the chamber, returned to her au natural state, and enjoyed contemplating the man in the bed. He had been much more than she had anticipated. At times a Veela liked it rough – and he had provided quite well. But she could feel no anger or hatred or attempt to control her maliciously. He did take control quite deliciously when the occasion warranted.

After a good thirty minutes, the Traveler stirred and she said, "Hello, Lover. Come and eat and renew yourself – we have much more time tonight."

She found the lazy grin he returned quite sexy.

(Trysts Chapter Seven Remainder)

Although they had fallen asleep sated just a couple of hours before, Harry suddenly woke up feeling a certain wrongness. He didn't understand it. Carefully disengaging from his bed partner, Harry used spells to freshen himself and quickly dressed.

The urgency of his actions meant that he was not as quiet as he could be and his bed partner also woke up. "Harry?" she asked sleepily. "What is it?"

He looked over to the Lady Hyacinth and replied, "I don't know. There is something wrong nearby and I must find out what it is."

Curious, the Veela Matriarch also quickly dressed (well, enough for this time of night) and followed her lover down the hallway. Seeing Harry pause, she did as well. Both listened and suddenly they each could decipher the muted noise in the background. It was a girl crying.

Moving to a tapestry on one wall, Harry slowly moved it aside to find a small girl huddled behind it, her whole bearing a study in misery. She was dressed (if you could call it that) in just her knickers: No top, no shoes, no skirt. It was also very chilly because it was February.

Lady Hyacinth was horrified to find the small child out and unprotected. But it was nothing to Harry's immediate fury. He tried to dampen it as much as possible but it was very difficult. Pulling his wand he accioed a warm blanket from … somewhere. He didn't care really where it came from. When it arrived he carefully unfolded it and wrapped it around the small girl.

Luna Lovegood had once again been locked out of her common room and was, again, without clothes. Somehow she had maintained her knickers. She was so cold. She finally found a tapestry with enough covering that the cold air did not come behind it. She was feeling so sad that she cried a bit – as much as she tried to avoid that.

After a couple of minutes, however, a sudden movement of the tapestry alerted her. She looked up to find that man who had come during the second task earlier that day. There was a also a beautiful woman with him.

She tried to stifle her tears but it was not working. The man's anger was palpable to the small girl and yet somehow she found comfort in it. She wondered if the nargles had finally infected her with their insanity. The man had performed a spell and suddenly he had a very large blanket in his arms. And Luna was torn between confused and relieved when the man gently placed the blanket around her, covering her and warming her all at once.

She was just luxuriating in the newfound warmth when she heard the pretty lady ask the man, "Who is she?"

She was surprised and a little confused by the man's quiet answer. "She is perhaps the kindest and most innocent soul in Hogwarts – possibly in all Magical Britain. Her name is Luna Lovegood."

Luna was about to ask the man how he knew her name when they were interrupted by another sound. She cocked her head to decipher it but it sounded to her … like the wooden flutes that were played by pixies or fairies … and not the small weak ones but the ones that came from Underhill.

The woman was about to say something but the man motioned her to silence and watched. Luna was surprised to see a small girl, barefoot and with grass stains, coming around the corner, playing a thoughtful tune upon her pipes. She, like the two adults, watched as the young girl played and danced down the hallway. Her dark hair was a complement to her exotic features. Luna decided that she was prettier than any girl she had ever seen or known.

The small girl stopped right in front of all three. Luna realized something and gasped. "No shoes!" Noooo! The girl would be cold like she had been. Almost desperately, Luna opened the blanket that she was wrapped in, hoping the girl would come to her and get warm.

With a smile, the small girl did come and Luna diligently wrapped the blanket around the much smaller girl and cuddled her against her body, hoping it was enough to warm the girl. Somehow, though, this made her really tired and she ….

Harry Traveler looked at the small, resolute face cuddled right up below Luna Lovegood's sleeping face. He suspected that this was the first restful sleep Luna had gotten in a while.

Lady Hyacinth didn't know what to make of the small girl child who had suddenly appeared. "And who is she?"

Harry saw the small shake of Flute's head and said, "She's Flute. She's … a magic user I've met up with before. She goes where she will and has, I suppose, decided to visit here. It's just as well. I did not expect Luna to fall asleep so quickly." Flute gave a small approving smile.

"What do we do?"

Harry conjured the Patronus which reflected Aphrael's love and gave it a message. He hoped that Professor Flitwick would arrive soon. "I've called for Luna's Head of House."

Filius Flitwick was cheerfully getting ready for bed when suddenly he had a new arrival into his rooms. He recognized it immediately from earlier in the day. "Professor Flitwick. Urgent. 7th Floor near the Tapestry of the Charge of the Light Brigade. I found a Ravenclaw student in poor circumstances. Come quickly."

Quickly donning his robes and grabbing his wand, the Ravenclaw Head of House quickly left his quarters to fill this request. In a very few moments, he found the older Harry Potter and the French Champion's Grandmother waiting for him. Potter pointed to the wall and he found one of his Claws sleeping in the hallway, cuddled up to a small girl who was watching him.

"What happened?"

Filius was very nearly as angry as Harry had been when he heard the exact details. That one of his Claws was being so systematically bullied offended him greatly. He very nearly got frustrated, knowing Albus Dumbledore would limit the punishments he could mete out – and then he remembered that Dumbledore had his own problems. Filius suddenly grinned as only those of Goblin blood could. "I will take care of it." He paused. "Perhaps I could use some help returning her to her bed?"

Harry shook his head. "No. She probably hasn't had a good sleep for a long time. I and Lady Hyacinth will take her to the Room of Requirement and watch over her. That will give you time to prepare your response for your House and its prefects."

Flitwick nodded. "Well, let's get her settled. I would see how the arrangements are to ensure they are appropriate, even if I have no doubt of your character."

Harry nodded. He gathered the small girl with the even smaller girl in his arms and picked them both of as a pair somehow. Flute was ensuring that Luna stayed asleep and the group retreated back to the Room of Requirement.

Lady Hyacinth walked back and forth and envisioned some changes before opening the door. Instead of a hall with two bedrooms running off of them, there was now one large bedroom with two bathrooms to each side. On one side was a king-sized bed and that was obviously for the Matriarch and Harry. On the other side was a smaller bed with hangings. Looking at it, the Professor saw that it would be very cozy for a girl of Luna's size plus one small visitor. He nodded in approval as Harry placed the two girls in the bed. Luna snuggled deeper down, holding Flute protectively.

Before Flitwick could voice his approval, Flute trilled a few notes through her pipes. Harry was curious. "Tonight? Are you certain?" Trill. "If you say so." He looked up. "Winky!"

There was a pop and suddenly the morose looking Winky was standing in the room. "Winky be called?" Her voice had only the slightest hint of a slur.

Before Harry could answer, Flute trilled her pipes. Winky looked over and, being a magical creature, immediately recognized exactly who and what she was facing. Instead of talking to Harry, Winky asked the Goddess, "What does Great One need of Winky?"

Even though he had Goblin blood, Filius was not as attuned as those who were pure goblin and so was very confused. Harry and Hyacinth just watched calmly and only Harry was not curious as Flute piped out her answer to the house elf.

When Flute finished, Winky said, "Winky bonds to Luna Loveygood and has family again. Winky then goes and finds all Loveygood things and brings them to the Come and Go Room tonight. Winky makes list of who was taking each Loveygood thing if Winky can tell and gives list to Goblin-Professor tomorrow before breakyfast. And then Winky goes and makes certain Loveygood father is properly cared for and eating. Is Winky getting it right?" Flute trilled her pipes in agreement. Winky nodded. "Winky bonding now!"

Flute turned her head and nudged the girl she was sleeping with, who woke up groggily. "Huh?" The girl pointed at Winky.

Winky said, "Winky be bonding with Loveygood tonight and then helping Mistress Loveygood get things from where theys be hidden."

Luna tried to understand that but was so very tired. All she heard was the Winky would be helping her find her things and bonding. She reached out her hand and Winky rushed forward to take it. "Welcome to the family." Flute also put her hand on the two hands and trilled through her pipes.

The spectators were amazed at the light which the bonding threw off. Luna smiled groggily and said, "Winky is my family now." She knew it but didn't consciously understand it yet – she wasn't awake enough. It had been far too long since she had a good night's sleep and she wanted to go back to her dreams – much more pleasant than those she had been having.

Winky had a joyful look as she said, "Winky goes and Winky does!" She then popped out.

Luna quickly fell back asleep.

Flute trilled her pipes at Harry. "Yeah okay. I can do that." Flute looked as the she disagreed and trilled again, a much longer passage. "Tonight?" Trill. "Now?" Trill again.

Harry sighed. "Lady Hyacinth, can you watch over Flute and Luna without me? Flute is sending me on an errand."

Lady Hyacinth was far beyond her depth and had no clue as to exactly what was going on but she knew she was witnessing something important. There was something about the newest little girl that set her senses on full alert but not in a bad way. She instinctively agreed that whatever the little girl wanted the little girl should get. "I can take care of them. And you can just call me Hyacinth, Love."

Harry nodded and turned to Flitwick. "Tomorrow at breakfast we can take care of things? Winky will have a list of Luna's belongings and where they were found by then."

Professor Flitwick nodded. "I will agree to that. I find no fault with her accommodations tonight and am satisfied she is safe. I look forward to receiving the list."

Once everyone was settled, Flute fell asleep too. It was very tiring having her consciousness in two places at once and Sparhawk was trying to wake her up back on Elenia. It wasn't important but she probably shouldn't keep her father … or her husband Talon … waiting.

Harry looked at the peacefully sleeping little girls and ordered his plans in his mind. Without his abilities, this would be difficult. With his abilities – it was possible. It would just be tedious and tiring. Harry concentrated on the first step of his plan and traveled …

Lady Hyacinth had fallen asleep watching the two girls, somehow finding joy in watching such a common and domestic scene. It reminded her of her granddaughters when they were younger – the two would often be found having moved into one bed, the older girl protectively wrapping the younger away from all possible harm.

Fleur and Gabrielle often seemed closer than twins.

She was interrupted in her sleep after two hours when her lover from the night before returned. "Harry! You finished your errands?"

Harry looked, in that instant, infinitely weary. "Oh, God. I've been to four different universes and six different times. How long have I been gone from here?"

She cast a spell and replied, "Two hours."

Harry sighed. "It's been … a bit longer for me. Flute has arranged a gift for Luna, whom she has claimed as her very own. It could have been a simple retrieval but Flute decided for a much more showy comeuppance for those who bullied and made fun of her. No matter what punishment they get from Filius, Flute's going to make them feel much, much worse."

Curious, she asked, "Exactly who is Flute? That house elf called her Great One."

Harry smirked a bit. You'll find out in the morning. I wouldn't want to ruin her fun. I think you'll be impressed."

The Lady sighed but accepted that satisfaction had to wait. "We're not going to be playing any more bedsports, not with the two girls here, but we can cuddle."

Harry laughed quietly. "For all that you're a powerful leader of your people – you're still a pretty girl who likes to cuddle after sex. Somehow, I'm not surprised."

Hyacinth grinned. "It's the best part, sometimes."

The two were soon entwined together under the duvet on the king-sized bed. Hyacinth quickly fell asleep while Harry ordered his memory of his 'simple errand' on his journey to somnolence.

A/N: Cliffhanger. Ahhh … screw it. I won't hang you here. I will at least give you all a taste of the extra that Luna and Aphrael made me write. I was going to gloss over the errand but decided some detail will be amusing. Here's the first part. The rest will be in the last (cross my fingers again) chapter of this arc.

Errand Pt 1

Harry knew that to accomplish Flute's request, he would need money. Galleons, specifically. However, every world he had been in had either a holder of the Potter accounts or the funds had been dispersed to help out in that world.

Also, he wasn't that sanguine about moving large piles of Galleons from any world to another because even if it was a very small percentage of the overall number, the imbalance could eventually destroy the financial system of the world that lost the Galleons even if it did, properly handled, help the world they arrived in.

Suddenly, Harry realized that there was one exception to this: His original world. He and all his friends and family had been massacred – and he had never made arrangements for the remaining wealth that he owned there. Also, according to God, that world was doomed anyway – at least as far as the wizards went – and so creating a possible economical Armageddon by removing money would, in the long run, do very little damage to anyone he wanted to protect.

Mostly the greedy were left, and the blood purists. Others were run out of Britain quite quickly.

And so, he would 'reassign' the Potter and Black vaults from his home world to his current endeavour. And so he made that his first stop.

Goldhook was terrified. Since his father had taken over, he had been lording his family's new status over all those who had been defeated and there was nothing that any of them could do about it.

He had been watching when Griphook had faced the last of the family of Ragnock, anticipating their most hated rival house becoming extinct. The sudden disappearance of the Sword of Gryffindor (Lone Traveler: Initiative: Chapter 9 I think) which had resulted in his father's death had upset all political power in the Nation.

He was now open to attack from those who had despised his father – or despised him personally. The only answer to this was, as it usually was: Money.

This was why he was going to the Vault that his father had gained control of after the Wizards had created that whole mess with the Blood Traitor Massacre. Many vaults were without heirs and, while his father had seemed to follow Ministry Law in turning over the proceeds, he had in fact kept this one safe – the largest one. His father had also siphoned off a portion of all the other vaults that the Ministry was claiming. As a result, the former Potter Vault held the wealth of Nations.

He would need this if he was to reclaim power for his clan from the clan who had ultimately stolen power back from his father. He reached the vault and performed the new unlocking procedure, only known to his father and his father's children – of which he was now the last.

Opening the great door, he looked up …

The patrols out looking for the last of the traitors heard a cry of utter despair from down the tunnels. Looking at each other, they then broke into a run. They were extremely shocked and pleased to find this particular goblin whom Ragnok the VIII had specifically wanted to gut himself. The traitor was standing in front of the old Potter vault.

As they took the traitor into custody, they glanced into the, as expected, empty vault. It was well known that the Human Ministry had claimed all of the estates of those they classed as Blood Traitors. Why Goldhook was here was a mystery – but completely unimportant in the end. They would be rewarded well for capturing this vermin.

They grinned in anticipation of meeting up with their leader.

Errand Part II:

It was early in the morning of January 12, 1982. The Registration Office for the Ministry for Magic was experiencing another very slow day.

The most interesting thing of that day … even that month … was just walking through the door.

One of the clerks groaned. The other looked at him curiously. "What?"

"See that bloke who just walked in?"

"Yeah."

"He's that crackpot who started publishing the Quibbler last year." The wizard was disdainful.

The second one was not, however. He had started reading the Quibbler because with what had been happening, the Wizarding World needed a laugh. Xeno Lovegood had started publishing on the occasion of the birth of his daughter. That was a year ago.

Whatever else Lovegood might be, he was more interesting than sitting around doing virtually nothing. So he asked his companion, "Got something better to deal with? It's been dead boring – maybe it'll be fun."

The first clerk looked dubious, but nodded.

The man came over and asked, "Hello. Can I get the forms for registering a new magical species and licensing exclusive Breeding and Sales rights?"

The second clerk hid his grin. "Sure, Gov'na. What species?"

Glancing around at the empty room, Lovegood finally replied, "Have you read the Quibbler before?"

"Yes. I absolutely love it. I look forward to it each month." He was totally honest.

At that, Lovegood gave a relieved smile. "Oh, good. Then you know about the Crumple-Horned Snorcack."

The first clerk could barely contain his contempt as the second could barely contain his amusement. "Sure! Sure! It's always good to hear about the continuing hunt for those buggers."

Lovegood nodded. "Well, I am certain I will succeed soon. And I want to set up a birthday present for my daughter for the future. And so I wanted to register before anyone got the chance."

The first clerk was dubious. "You've found these creatures?"

"Not yet. But it can't be too long."

"If you never find them or if they're found to be dangerous, this registration would be a waste of you Galleons. Are you sure you want to do this?" the man asked. He might dislike this character, but he was mostly honest. There was nothing illegal about what he was doing – but it was so very weird.

Lovegood sighed. "I know. But a few Galleons for my daughter's future happiness is worth it."

"It's your money," the clerk shrugged.

The two clerks helped him complete the registration form. It did include the notice that if the creature was deemed more dangerous when found than Class XX (like a pixie) that this license would be void. It also required a One Galleon fee for each Snorcack that was sold in the future. The license was good for twenty-five years. (Unlike Muggles which limited things to Five or Seven years, the Wizarding World operated on the longer view – made things less likely to change unexpectedly.)

When it was over and the fee was paid, Lovegood pulled out two small sacks. "I know that bribery is illegal – which is why I didn't do this until the paperwork was filed. But I want this as a secret for my little girl. Here's a small gift for each of you to keep this quiet until we find them and go public – after finishing the certification as to their class of course. Alright?"

The two clerks looked at each other and shrugged. "No problem, Gov'na," the second clerk said. "We weren't planning on saying anything anyway."

"Well, then a small gratuity for your help."

"Thank you," both said and accepted the small sacks. After the man left, they looked and found a hundred Galleons in each bag.

"A whole lot of money for nothing – but he's an odd one," the first clerk said.

The second one laughed. "Well, as he said, it isn't a bribe cause there's nothing illegal we've done here. A few nice things for the kids – he's odd but a nice bloke for all that."

The first clerk shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose."

Odd Lovegood exited the Ministry and found the man who was investing in his daughter's future dreams. He had protested that it was unnecessary but the man had been adamant. They returned to Gringotts and filled out a few forms.

If he ever found the creatures, he had only to bring back verification from the Ministry and the vault to start up the breeding business would become active in his daughter's name. Otherwise, it would be transferred to a few different families if the creature was not found within the twenty-five year initial license period. Until that time, the goblins would be using the vault entirely as investment and growing the principle. So even if he never found the creature, in twenty-five years his family would be extremely well-off.

Errand Part III

Harry Potter, the Lone Traveler, entered Gringotts.

Upon introducing himself, he was led into the office of the Head of Gringotts. After some small talk and some verification that his local counterpart and the Wizarding World as a whole seemed to be moving in a more positive direction, Harry got down to business.

"I have come here for … well, a favor. And one I am willing to pay for," he said.

"A favor?" the Goblin asked.

Harry sighed. "You remember how I obtained a Snorcack for Luna Lovegood?"

The Goblin nodded. "She has since paid for several more to begin breeding them as pets for Wizarding children. She returns a commission for each one sold. It has become a lucrative business for us and the creatures seem to enjoy it. We have actually started breeding many more to export them to other Magical communities in partnership with the Lovegood Clan."

"Good. If I were to pay for each one, how many could I take delivery on? The caveat is that I need as wide a range of genetic diversity as I can get."

The Goblin was surprised. "Why is it so important? And where would you take them? Gringotts and the Lovegood Clan have exclusive rights to sell them – we have made certain."

"I know. I need to repopulate the species in another dimension. I am operating under the request of a Deity to do so. The Lovegood girl has become one of hers and she likes doing nice things for those who follow her."

"A Deity you say?" the Goblin asked skeptically. "Which one?"

Harry gave a tight grin. "One you likely do not know. Her name is Aphrael, the Child-Goddess of Styricum. She's decided to branch out a bit."

"We've never heard of this … Deity," the Goblin said. He was not calling his victim ... er, customer ... a liar – that would be rude. But skepticism was healthy.

Harry recognized the tone. "Do you mind if I cast one spell? It shall do nothing which will harm you or yours and will help you understand."

Somewhat interested, the Goblin sat back. "Go ahead," he said and motioned with his hands.

Harry quickly cast the Patronus and gave it a message to take to Aphrael that the Goblins were ... uncertain of what he was saying.

Very quickly a portal opened into the office and Flute came walking through – stepping on air, playing her pipes all the while. She walked down until she was on the desk and then sat down cross-legged and looked at the Goblin.

He could feel the divinity of the creature which just appeared from … elsewhere and sat down on the table right in front of him. He swallowed.

Goblins, as a matter of policy, attempted to avoid the displeasure of any Deity they might run into or that might be around. Upsetting a God or Goddess was not an advisable path and very rarely ended up with any profit. The small vicious smile of the Girl-Goddess in front of him did not make him very comfortable.

"Your Holiness!" He jumped out his chair and bowed deeply before the image of the small girl. "The Goblin Nation stands ready to aid you or your agent in any manner that we can. What do you ask of us?"

"Well, Harry pretty much asked what I wanted him to. How many Snorcacks can you afford to sell?" she asked the Manager.

"We have managed to breed eighty or so since we began – we only started very recently. And most of these are from only 8 or so breeding pairs."

Aphrael had an unhappy look on her face at that, which caused the Goblin to be very uncomfortable. Suddenly, she had an idea. "I know. How about I help gather some more? Harry will pay for them and everybody will be happy. Do you agree?"

The Deity's smile did foster the approval he was hoping for – it reminded the Manager of those red-headed menaces that had a brother that worked for them. Good business men they may be, but they had a tendency to prank even the Goblins. It was allowed only because they provided much profit. But when faced with a Deity … "Certainly, Goddess. That will be fine."

Aphrael crowed in victory. "Follow me!" She opened the door and left the room. Her next action almost caused the Manager to quake in his boots – this little Goddess caused him more fear than any enemy he had ever faced in competition or battle.

A/N: Cliffhanger! Aphrael is going to have some fun with the Goblins – she is a Goddess who likes her pranks. And Harry has a few more stops to take care of things. So one more chapter … I think.