The last trip had been pretty simple, he thought. Narcissa was a bit much, but Voldie had been got pretty quick, so he headed straight to the next world without a break. Meanwhile, he pondered if he shouldn't try to figure out a way to make non-magical people be ablke to call for his help too.

Where he landed was as sad a scene as any that he encountered. Also, one he saw semi often. It was Luna Lovegood, crying and squeezing her mother's hand. In other places, she developed a small psychic ability that was more of an empath trait, or visions of the future. Magic was strange, after all.

In most, Luna was just a sad and lonely girl whose mother died just before Hogwarts, and who buried herself in her beliefs of rare magical creatures. Harry found most to truly exist, but she was ridiculed for not having even a description of them.

It didn't help that every Luna he ever met has highly observant and massively intelligent, and was quite capable of identifying the reasons she was ostracized.

Now wasn't the time for thinking, though, and he quickly walked up to Pandora Lovegood.

It took just a few swishes and flicks, and she was stabilised. Harry put a stasis charm on her, and picked the woman up.

"Luna, grab my shirt and I'll take us to St. Mungo's."

The 9 year old girl nodded and clutched his shirt tightly, and they slid through the fabric of reality. It was a sense of weightlessness for a brief moment, hardly even a second, and they were at the medical center.

"I need assistance." Harry declared loudly.

Pandora Lovegood was soon taken from him, and he took Luna's hand reassuringly as her mother was levitated to treatment.

He took the girl to a waiting area and guided her to a seat next to him.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Harry Potter, but I'm from a different universe." he answered.

"How did you get to this universe?" she asked.

"I can travel between them, and I do it based off of my job. I'm a hero, believe it or not. I go wherever or whenever someone needs help so that I can save them."

"You came here to save my mom?" she asked.

He smiled. "You called me here to save your mom."

Her eyes widened. "Me?"

"Yep. It was you. You helped me save your mom. I'm glad I could help."

"Wow. Are all Harry Potters as nice as you?"

He laughed. "Most of them. If this one isn't, just wish real hard and I'll come straighten him out."

She nodded.

They sat quietly as the mediwitches and wizards moved purposefully, until one Healer approached them.

"Mrs. Lovegood is going to be okay." he said, some exhaustion in his voice. "If it weren't for you, young man, she wouldn't have lasted. You must be powerful to have done all that healing and still manage to put her in a stasis charm."

He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "It was no big deal." he replied.

The Healer's eyes were wide. "A Potter?" he asked curiously.

Harry couldn't help the laugh. Black messy hair was almost a guarantee for a member of the Potter family, and most of the Potters automatically brush their hair with their fingers in order to tame it some. It was simultaneously a family trait and a nervous habit.

"Don't worry about it." he told the wizard. "Come on Luna, let's check on your mum."

She nodded and took his hand. He felt a pang in his heart even as he walked her to her mother's room, where she was resting in a bed.

"Mommy!" Luna cried, running up to the woman.

"Luna!" Pandora cried, hugging her with her nearest arm in relief. "I'm so sorry honey, I won't mess with spells like that without checking again!"

Luna was tearfully clutching her mother close, face buried in the woman.

"You." Pandora called, looking at Harry. "You saved me?"

Harry nodded sheepishly. It was only thanks to a promise from one of the first Hermiones that he had helped that he still stuck around after he had helped. Already, some of the worlds he had visited were writing him as a wizarding legend.

"Thank you! You stopped Luna from losing a mother, and Xeno from losing a wife. You saved my life."

"It's just what I do."

She eyed him speculatively.

"Damnit, I thought you were a Hufflepuff." he whined. It was the very same look that every Slytherin gave him that he ever helped. Suspicious assholes.

"You look like Harry Potter is rumored to look." she said.

Harry shrugged. "Small world."

"He said he was from another die mention." Luna said cheerfully.

"Dimension?" Pandora confirmed.

Luna nodded.

"A Harry Potter from another dimension." Pandora mused.

Harry wanted to glare at Luna, but he always had a soft spot for the little Ravenclaw, and he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He thanked the gods that he had never encountered an evil Luna. At least, not an evil enough one to have to worry about. If a few worlds had a rampaging Luna Lovegood that was tired of being bullied, Harry wasn't going to say a thing.

"Well, I should get going." Harry tried, slowly backing out of the room with the mother and daughter.

"Oh, you're just going to leave me and my baby all alone in this hospital until I recover? My poor Luna, adrift and wandering the halls of St. Mungo's with the panicked werewolves and scatterbrained healers? All because you brought my innocent daughter to a busy hospital and left her to the mercies of strangers?"

"You're laying it a bit thick." Harry replied. "You could have just said for me to stay."

Pandora smiled mischeviously, and he sighed and conjured his normal armchair. It was easy as thought by now, probably from all the practice.

"I don't want any reward, and thanks are unnecessary. If I leave now, I can just go to save another person. If I'm unlucky, it'll be the same situation and I'll save another Pandora, and she will try to keep me around to reward as well."

Pandora sighed. "You are a hero, aren't you." she asked.

Harry shrugged. "It's what I do." he admitted.

"How old are you?"

Harry gave her a small smile, and shrank down. Where he had been standing was a dark colored bird with bright green eyes. Pandora looked at it speculatively as she wondered the type. Most birds were normal colors, but he was black as night.

He trilled a little song, and thunder roared outside.

"A thunderbird?" she breathed. "I see."

And in a flash, he was gone.

Luna tugged on her sleeve. "What's a thunderbird?"

Pandora answered automatically. "It's a cousin to the Phoenix. Unlike a phoenix, a Thunderbird's immortality comes from draining the energy off of a thunderstorm. As long as it has energy, it will stay alive. Thunderbirds can start storms themselves, and absorb more energy from them than they used to start one, so it really only dies if it wants to. They are incredibly rare."

"Why did he turn into a bird when you asked him how old he was?"

"Because there is a good chance even he can't remember."