A/N A few weeks later. Harry's settling in. Someone pays a visit.

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Save Me, No One

Chapter 10

Harry looked around his apartment, smirking slightly. Imagine what Rita Skeeter would say to Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, living in a tiny studio apartment in the middle of Muggle London.

It was very small indeed, with only room for a couch, tiny tv, mini fridge, bookshelf, desk, and a couple chairs. There was no color in the apartment, but a few spells could fix that. The view was less than desirable (a brick wall), but that didn't matter. The less Muggles to look in and see "foolish wand-waving", the better.

But no matter. He was just happy that after two mind-numbing weeks in the Hospital Wing, Pomfrey finally released him.

Even though it had been boring, the urge to kill himself had dimmed, until it finally extinguished totally. Harry figured that it didn't matter that he didn't have anything (like Voldemort) to live for. He could finally live for himself.

A knock at the door startled the man out of his reverie. Out of habit, he pulled on a sweatshirt over his bare chest, before answering. "Luna?!"

"Hello Harry," the young woman said with her misty voice, turning bright blue eyes to him. Harry smiled widely, quickly pulling her into a hug.

"What are ya doin here?" he asked, still beaming at the girl.

"To see you of course, silly!" she smiled, looking around the cramped room.

"But how'd you find me?"

"The Liinocheas," the girl murmured, as though that would explain everything.

"Of course!" Harry said sarcastically, smacking his head. Luna gave him a playful glare.

"How have you been?" Luna asked, suddenly serious.

"Fine. You?" Harry said, startled.

"I've been good... Are you sure you're all right?" she asked worriedly.

Harry glared, annoyed. "Yes. I'm fine. Did Madam Pomfrey send you?"

"No. I came on my own. But she DID ask me to ask how you were doing."

Harry sighed. "I'm sorry. She's just been a real pain lately..."

"I think she really cares about you," Luna said, sounding mildly reprimanding.

"Oh, I know... It's strange, how she is calling me 'dear' all of the sudden..." Harry said thoughtfully. Then he shook his head and went about serving tea.

"Perhaps she knows about your home life," Luna said nonchalantly, causing Harry to slosh tea onto his sweatshirt.

"Know what about my home life?" Harry asked, slightly louder than necessary.

"That they starved you, That they hated you, That they beat you... Any number of things."

Harry stared at Luna baffled. She seemed to do that to him a lot. "Hold the phone!"

Luna looked up at him sadly. "We will waste a lot of time if you try to deny it, Harry."

The green eyed man rubbed his forehead, sinking further back into the armchair, before staring at Luna, waiting for an explanation. He didn't have to wait long.

"The Windlepipers told me, but I saw the signs before, especially at the beginnings of the school years. You were always so quiet, always eating less, as though you had to build up your appetite again... You're wearing glamours?"

Harry smiled slightly. "One of the things I actually excelled in."

Luna nodded. "They used to be stronger, but I'd see them flicker every once in a while, like in your third and fifth years. But they were really strong during the DOM Battle and the Final Battle."

Harry looked at her confused. "But why? Why are they stronger sometimes more than others?"

Luna finished her tea, setting it down. "You control them. I really don't know."

Harry felt conflicted. Why would his glamours be so... faulty.

"My guess, though, is when your subconscious sees someone who can help, they grow weaker. Such as in third year with Lupin, and in fifth year with Snape."

Harry almost did a spit take. "Snape?! Lupin, I can see, but Snape?! The last thing I wanted was for him to find out. That's why I worked so hard to hide THOSE memories during Occlumency lessons."

Luna looked at him as though he were stupid. "But he was an adult, a strong powerful adult that, believe it or not, you became sort of close to that year. Not a good close, but closer than the average student and teacher."

Harry nodded, angry with himself and Luna. Himself, because he had trusted the man, to an extent. Luna, for bringing him up, along with all the unwanted feelings that came with him.

Luna touched his hand gently. "You're glamours have been at their weakest after the Final Battle. I think you're tired of hiding and taking care of yourself. You need someone to care for you."

Harry shook his head, letting the long black strands fall in his face. "Its too late for that. Hiding and being self-sufficient is all I have anymore."

Luna opened her mouth to protest, but decided against it. "If you ever need anything..." Harry smiled.

"Yeah, I know. McGonagol, Pomfrey, and Draco already gave me that spiel."

Luna raised her invisible eyebrows. "Draco?"

Harry smiled sadly, nodding. He walked Luna to the dark red door, hugging her goodbye.

"You're really great, you know that?" Harry smiled, causing the girl to blush, before leaving.

A/N A visit to Malfoy manner soon. Harry gets a job. Life starts to normal out. Then something happens...

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