After the story was finished they all sat in silence. Xenophilius said, "That is the story of the three Peverell brothers, who were said to have been the first to own the Hallows. The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone, and the Cloak of Invisibility."
"That Cloak of Invisibility, it sounds familiar." Ron noted.
"It does…" Harry pondered, as Xenophilius went down the twisting stairs to get some tea.
"Don't you have an Invisibility Cloak, Harry?" Simon asked.
"I do! Does that mean the other Hallows could be real?" Harry asked.
"Oh for heaven's sake, that was just a children's story. It would not be real." Hermione said, exasperated.
"All the stories are true." Jace said out of the blue.
"So what would you have of the Hallows, if you could have one." Alec asked.
Then, all the sudden, everyone broke into conversation discussing the Hallows, if they were real, what connections they have to the horxuses, and so on. All this distraction gave Harry enough time to make his way up to the very top of the tall house.
It was clearly Luna's room. Flowers decorated the walls, and the bedspread had a splatter of strange plants and animals. But something was wrong, and he couldn't tell just what. Lazily, he looked up and saw the faces of some of his favorite people. On the ceiling were portraits of himself, Luna, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Neville. They were not moving pictures, but they did possess a certain magic to them.
"Wow. I looks like something Clary would paint." Harry turned to see Simon staring at the ceiling in awe.
"I know. They're beautiful."
"She must have really valued your company. See, she has a chain linking every one. It says 'friends', over and over." Simon walked over to the table next to the bed and picked up a small picture. He blew a buff of breath over the frame and examined the image of a woman and a young girl, both with silvery blond hair..
"This must be her and her mother. Funny, it's very dusty." Simon frowned.
"So?"
"You don't keep old pictures of lost family pictures dusty." Simon answered shortly. "Look, everywhere else is dusty too. There are no clothes in the closet. I don't think your Luna has been here in a long time." He set the picture down.
"Guys!" Harry shouted. "Come up here!" There was a large amount of clattering as the others did their best to climb the spiral stairs as quickly as possible.
"Look how dusty it is," Harry pointed out.
"Harry, are you sure this is safe?" Hermione asked, concern creeping into her voice.
"No, but Luna's not been here in a long time. Can't you see? Everything is dusty and there are no clothes in the closet.
Right at this point, Xenophilius walked up the stairs, bedecked with enough tea for all of them. "Now why are you up here. Follow me back down stairs." So they did, but when they were back in their respective seats, Harry started asking questions.
"Mr. Lovegood, where is Luna?" He asked Xenophilius as he handed out tea, which every one refused.
"I told you, she is down at the bridge, fishing."
"But the bridge is miles from here. It would take ages to walk to it." Ron said.
"And there are no clothes in her closet and her room is full of dust bunnies." Izzy said.
"And what is this?" Asked Magnus, holding out a newly finished copy of The Quibbler, turned to a very familiar poster. Undesirable #1. Harry Potter. Wanted: Dead or Alive.
"What were you doing down stairs, Mr. Lovegood, sending a letter to the ministry?"
Xenophilius collapsed onto the floor. "You must understand, you just must. They… They took here, they took my Luna!" He cried.
"Come on, Mr. Lovegood, who took Luna? Don't make us hurt you." Harry said, mimicking the others and taking out his weapon of choice.
"Voldemort!" Xenophilius yelled.
"Go up stairs, go go go!" Yelled Jace, at the exact time the rickety front door was blasted off it's hinges. They all sprinted up the stairs and into Luna's dusty room.
"Ron, put the cloak on. Shadowhunters, turn invisible or something," Hermione said, reaching into her bag, pulling out the silvery thin cloak that ran like water as she passed it too Ron.
"Why?" Asked a now-invisible Ron as the Shadowhunters wiped out steles and Magnus waved his fiery blue hands around.
"Because you're supposed to be in bed with dragon pox."
"So, like demon pox." Asked Jace. At this comment, Magnus snickered and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'Lightworm'.
"Now everyone hold hands, I'm going to wait and let them see us before we disapparate. They need to know Harry was really here." Hermione said.
"They're up stairs, go find them, they're upstairs!" Xenophilius sobbed. A tremendous amount of footsteps thundered up the stairs and the door too Luna's room was flung open and an assortment of Death Eaters and Snatchers lunged forward, trying to get a hold on Harry or Hermione before they disapparated. And it was a good thing they failed. Hermione disapparated just in the nick of time.
They landed in the middle of a muddy forest. It was covered with new trees and old trees, grasses and underbrush. But it was definitely muddy. If it hadn't been for Hermione's magic, they still would have been caked.
"Dirty little traitor," Run muttered.
"But they took Luna. People would do anything for their loved ones," Jace said.
"But he was in trade with Voldemort!" Harry yelled.
"Harry, no!" Ron cried, but it was too late. There was several loud cracking sounds, and five snatchers appeared.