Freak of Nature

I don't own Harry Potter, the names of people used are made up or not necessarily their real actions in real life, I don't own the Beattles, and I don't make any money from this.

AN: I've really been thrilled with the inquisitive and questioning/commenting reviews that I've received. They have helped me so much in coming up with really fun and interesting pieces to add to the story, so thanks to everybody who has written one. I try and respond to every review I receive, sometimes I err on the side of writing two replies if I get scatter brained and forget that I wrote you one. Keep it up, it is inspiring me to write more! Best wishes!

/creepy crawly/

[Parsel]

{Primal Beast Speak}

Chapter 6: Meet the Lovegoods

"If I need you I'll give you a signal.'
What signal?"
I'll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl"
— Jim Butcher

The Fwooper was a magical and wildyly colorful bird prone to causing those around it, who heard its mind altering song, to seek out the purple horse-shoes, taste the blender, or smell the color plaid. Some tales surrounding the Fwooper are written about in the book of "Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them." This book tells the well known tale of Uric the Oddball who, after listening to the Fwooper's song, appeared before the Wizard's Council wearing nothing but a dead badger on his head as if it was a toupee. A not so well known story about the Fwooper is how some enterprising potions mistress in the 50's created a method for liquefying the pure song of the Fwooper and distilled it into a mind-altering potion that was often soaked into stamps and small pieces of paper. A famous song about the Fwooper's potion was written by a man named John, who attempted to immortalize the wonderful mind-altering nature of liquid Fwooper's song in a melody called "Fwoopers In The Sky With Onions." Sadly, the title didn't fit, and the acronym of "FITS'WO" didn't really sell albums, so he changed it to "Lucy In The Sky With Diamond." Thus was created the mystery of the famous Beatles song and why nobody can really understand what the singer was trying to sing about. The song of the Fwooper was incredibly mind bending to most mortals, and yet, it appeared to have no effect on the two Lovegoods who were bird watching from the banks of the Zambezi, at the apex of Victoria's Falls.

"What a beautiful song, don't you think so Pumpkin-dumpling?" said Xenophilius to his lovely daughter Luna. Both of them where dressed up in classic English explorer wear that the wilderness supplier in Diagon Alley said would asuridly blend right in with the muggles. They wore magnificant pith-helmets and tall socks below their khaki shorts. Xenophilius's outfit was a nice shade of glow in the dark green, while Luna's was pokadots of sky blue and puce on a white background.

"Absolutely Father, but please don't call me Pumpkin-dumpling, I don't like Pumpkins today. Please call me Marmalade." Luna replied, still focusing through her omnoculars as she and her father recorded the song and photographs of the Fwooper. It would make a lovely piece to add to the Quibbler, especially if they could get a charm to record the song so that all of their subscribers, or the people around the subscribers, could enjoy the song of the Fwooper. Simply imagining life in wizarding Britian on the morning that everybody opened their papers to hear the song of the Fwooper was the thing of dreams to the two Lovegoods; the Lovegoods really did enjoy sharing the wonders of nature with their less adventurous neighbors.

"Very well Butterplum, I won't call you Daisy again until it's the 12 of last month." Xenophilius stated, not really paying attention and another perfectly normal conversation between the last remaining members of the Lovegood family.

"You know daddy, I thought people said that the Fwooper's song made you go insane. However I don't feel a thing?" Luna said in a contemplative manner, starting to look around with her helmet mounted omnoculars. As she looked at her father she noticed he had a hugely magnified bugger hanging out of his nose, but figured they could use that for bait for the Snorkacks later on, so didn't let him know.

"Same here Pudding-puddle, I notice no effect what so ever." Xenophilius answered, still focusing on the Fwooper as it sat on its nest of wildly colored eggs.

"Daddy?" Luna said, her attention being drawn to something swimming extremely rapidly towards the edge of the falls. "Do you see Harry Potter being chased in the water by some gigantically fat creature with cute ears?"

"No frying pan, I only see the Fwooper, are you sure you are feeling ok?" Xenophilus stated as he looked around at the trees.

"Yes daddy, I feel the same, but I swear that now I see Harry Potter running this way, followed by something very large and very fast."

"I think the Fwooper's song is getting to you daughter, maybe you should go lay down." Xenophilius said, focusing in on his daughter through the omnoculars. He noticed a bit of magnified ear-wax sticking out of her ear, but figured they could use it for bait for the Snorkacks, so would tell her about it later.

"No, I'm pretty sure that I see Harry Potter, and he is running this way." Luna said, staring through Xenophilus with the x-ray aspect of the omnoculars.

"Are you sure you are feeling ok darling raindrop, I don't see what you are talkin…" Xenophilius's statement was cut off by a screaming Harry Potter who ran in between father and daughter without stopping to chat; followed closely behind by a very large and very angry hippopotamus.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed running by, his voice and the hippo disappearing into the foliage found around the giant falls.

"What was that!" Xenophilus stated, wide eyed. All he had seen was a giant magnified snout of something fat, grey, and lumpy, with a wide open mouth. "Did you see that beast! We must get a new name for it and catalog it in our hunt diaries. For some reason, the giant fatty lumpy ugliness that I saw inspires me to call Vernonous-Dursleeious for some reason… I can't understand why?" He said with a hint of confusion.

To which Luna replied, staring fixedly in the direction that Harry Potter had just run, "Daddy, why was Harry Potter naked? He looked really cute!" She said with a sort of dazed and dreamy look and voice, more so than usual.

"By Merlin that's it! We are going to go back to the tent and you are going to lay down immediately! Better yet, you are going to take a cold shower and then lay down for a nap. Obviously the Fwooper's song and the heat have affected you, imagining naked Harry Potters, indeed!" Xenophilus said, quickly herding Luna before him and back towards their campsite.

Several hours earlier…

Harry and Mutwa had run through the night at amazing speeds. It was incredible to see the distance they could cover in such a short period of time, their gigantic heavily muscled frames allowed them to go from the edge of Lesotho all the way into Zambia, north of the Zambezi river and about 5 miles upriver from Victoria's Falls, in 2 hours. Arriving at Mutwa's mud and wattle hut at about 5 o'clock in the morning, Harry and Mutwa released the Nundu spirits and turned back into their natural forms. Whereas Mutwa looked the same as he had earlier in the night, Harry Potter had definitely changed.

Originally with the changes from the snakes and insects, no outward appearance changes had happened to Harry; unless you consider him getting healthy and hale to be an appearance change. Before, the major differences in Harry could only be noted when he unhinged his jaw to swallow something, chose to wear his armor, or smiled that impossibly large smile. Now though, with the introduction of the Nundu Spirit, Harry's time out on the veldt, and the removal of Voldemort's spirit from his scar, Harry was noticeably different.

Black hair hung in a foot long dirty curtain around his head, almost dreaded from its abuse of sun, dust, and bodily fluids from his kills. His face had prematurely aged to show almost cat-like angular features, almost as if the addition of the snake and the leopard had dissolved the baby-fat that had been in his cheeks and making him appear to be more ruggedly handsome than little boy cute. His eyes were still the stunning Avada Kedavra green, but now when he blinked, it was almost as if you saw a slit pupil flash by before his eye seemed to revert back to its "human" original. His body was tanned and bronzed by the sun, and he had bulked up in muscles and height, standing at a little over 5 feet; very respectable considering he was only 10 years old. Whereas before Harry had gained mass and density weight from his evolving with his sibling the roach, and speed and agility from the snakes, he hadn't really shown any outward difference in appearance from an average boy of similar age. However, the spirit and power of the Nundu, "gifted" to him by Mutwa and GoGo, could not be hidden within his original shell of a body. In short, Harry Potter was ripped, chiseled muscle stood out across his body in bands of sleek taunt power and might. He moved like a panther, he could strike like a serpent, and he his skin had become armored; soft and subtle to the touch, but hard upon impact and protected from laceration. Yet much remained of the previous Harry Potter who had grown up abused at the Dursleys. His eyes still held a certain hardened look to them, as if they looked out in the world without a shred of trust for others. It was the type of look that one gets when they have known nothing but beatings and abuse from those around them. The type of look that one gets when no matter how many times they pick themselves up off the ground, they get smacked down again. It was the kind of look that said, NEVER AGAIN! Above Harry's hard eyes was the famous scar. Not as distinct as the sharp edged lightning bolt had been prior to the night's activities. Mutwa's actions in wrenching the "dark spirit" from Harry's head had added a jagged look to the lines. It was as if the lightning bolt was feathered and wild, not targeting a single point on the earth, but ready to split up into thousands of little smaller bolts that would destroy the space around it. This was the Harry Potter who found himself in front of Mutwa's house. This is the Harry Potter who would begin his training at the hands of the witch doctor.

As Harry stopped to catch his breath in front of Mutwa's hut, the wind around them stirred. The leaves of the thorn trees around Mutwa's house shifted, and the grass rattled like bones knocking together, swaying like the waves on the ocean around Mutwa's hut. Mutwa cocked his head to the side, his ear twitching, as if listening to some far away voice. As the wind settled and died down, Mutwa turned to Harry and said, "We do no have a lot o' time. GoGo tells me dat ya got to train quickly. No rest for da wicked she says." Mutwa smiled and chuckled evilly on the last part. "Ya body is strong, but we can make it stronger. It take a lot of work though. Late tonight we start on ya magic training."

Turning and pointing to the Zambezi River which could be seen a mile downhill from Mutwa's house and its vantage point on the bluffs above said river, Mutwa said, "See dat river boy? Ya first task is ta run to da river, swim down da river to da falls, and den run back to da hut in a hour. Ya are not supposed ta change into da Nundu. Leave ya loin cloth here, ya do this as one with da GoGo. Now go, I be making the food and arrangements for your training for when you get back." With that said, Mutwa turned and walked away from Harry, expecting him to act according to his orders without having to watch Harry.

Harry did as he was told. Part of what he had learned from the Spirit of the Nundu was that you respected the order of the pack. The order of the pack was different than the order among humans and wizards. In the pack, only the smartest and the strongest survived to lead, unlike with humans where the "Peter principle" ruled; in a hierarchy every employee tends to rise to his level of incompetence. The wizards were even more backwards according to Mutwa. They were ruled by some called the purebloods, but Mutwa said Harry would have to gain his own experiances with that bunch. As for Mutwa, well he was definitely the top of the food chain when it came to it, so Harry had no problem following the rules set forth. Harry chuckled in dark humor as he undressed, remembering how his uncle had been a manager at Grunnings yet was the same man who had forgotten to swallow his food before he tried to breathe while sitting at the dinner table. "If stupidity is a well sought after job qualification in the human world, then Dudley will be Prime Minister in no time at all." Harry chuckled to himself.

Harry dropped his loincloth, and took off, barefoot running towards the river. The voice of Mutwa echoed out to him from inside the hut as he began his run, "If I were ya boy, I'd make sure ta swim very very fast." Only the sound of Mutwa's chuckles could be heard after that as Harry sprinted to the river.

Hippos are cute, looking like they could be cuddled with their tiny ears. Harry had remembered watching Dudley play with one of the many toys he had received for his birthday, this particular toy of Dudley's was called "Hungry Hungry Hippo." It not only looked like Dudley and his friends had fun with it, but Harry distinctly remembered the smiling, blue, purple and pink painted hippos that happily swallowed up all the marbles possible. The problem with real life is that yes, Hippos can be cute, but they are also mean nasty territorial buggers!

Harry had reached the river with no problem and proceeded to dive in face first. The water was fresh and cool on his body after running his 2.5 minute mile from Mutwa's house to the river. As it is with most "little boys" who don't like to take a bath unless they are forced to, the swim in the river was Harry's first "bath" since he had left the Dursleys house. Swimming at a nice even stroke down the river, the natural instincts of the Nundu bleeding through into his conscious mind taught him the basics of swimming. Harry figured that if he concentrated on pulling himself along and kicking hard enough, that he could stay afloat for as long as it took to get down river. However, his peaceful repose was soon disturbed by a cute pair of little swiveling ears, and two small eyes that popped out of the river about 6 feet to his right. Then another pair popped out above the water 4 feet to his left… one 7 feet behind him…another on the left… and another 3 on the right. "Hippos!" Harry smiled to himself as he swam along at a leisurely pace, remembering the game his brother used to play and the discovery channel show he had seen about African Animals. It was then that the memory of that show triggered in his brain, and a small part of him remembered that hippos kill more people in Africa than any other animal. Harry really didn't want to be "the marble" in a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos… "Oh shit!" Was the last thought to go through Harry's head before 12 Hippos fully breached the water around him roaring at the intruder in their midst!

Harry went all out! Swimming as fast as he could, he was plowing through the water as quickly as his strong body could go. The problem with Hippos is that they are a lot faster than they look. Able to go 35 miles per hour on land, they are still really fast in the water and most of that "fat" is actually muscle. It's really hard to carry out a prolonged scream while one is trying to swim for their life, but Harry somehow managed it.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed as the pack of behemoths continued to chase him. At this point Harry was going so fast in the river that it appeared that he was more skimming the top of the waves rather than really staying in the water. The Guinness Book of World Records would have been seriously impressed and probably would have awarded Harry the record for the first non-mechanized hover-craft if they had seen Harry at that moment. The fact that Mutwa had told him not to call on the Nundu spirit was enough to keep him swimming in "human" form, but Harry knew that if the Water Buffalo could pierce his armor, then those huge teeth of the Hippos could definitely gut him. "Swim fast my arse!"Harry thought to himself, "Mutwa is going to get me bloody killed!" He said to as he paddled furiously. If Harry couldn't swim very well before this, he sure as hell could do so now!

Nearing Victoria Falls, Harry shot out of the water as quick as he could, sprinting through the forest and relying on his natural agility to navigate the tangle of plants and wild life around him. He hoped that the tangle of branches and vines that he dodged through would slow down the hippo that was angry enough to follow him out of the water. Unfortunately, the Hippo was angry enough to just plow straight through what Harry was taking the time to dodge around.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Harry screamed as the hippo caught up to him quickly and causing Harry to run right between a certain father daughter pair; not even paying them heed as he continued through the brush with the Hippo right on his tail.

Fortunately for Harry, the rain forest formed from the water vapor around Victoria's Falls only extended for a short distance away from the river where it soon turned into dry thorn-tree covered veldt. The hippo may have been fast, but on the dry flat ground it wasn't up to matching speeds of "Harry Potter Running For His Life" fast.

Breaking away from the Hippo, Harry gained ground until the Hippo gave up its fruitless chase, content to have chased the intruder from its territory.

Harry made it back to Mutwa's hut in good time, and had gained a "new expectation" on what would become his morning exercise routine while under the "caring guidance" of his witch doctor mentor.

"Come, seet, the meal is ready. Come eat with me." Mutwa's voice said issuing from inside the hut. "After we eat, we will be'gin ya lessons." With that said, Harry put his loincloth back on and went to eat his first meal where he was invited to sit and eat with somebody as an equal.

The sun shined down on the plains from with its noon hour heat as two Gant Nundu's crept through the very tall grass and thorn trees towards the apex of the hill that looked out over a very large herd of wildebeests. Coming to the top where they could look out over the herd, the larger of the two signaled for the "smaller" one to stop beside him.

{This is your next lesson on finding your balance, and finding a balance with nature. Look out over that herd cub, and tell me which of the herd you would kill for your meal.} The Giant Nundu said.

Looking out over the herd, the smaller of the two took his time to gaze out over the hundreds of animals below him. Some were small, some were larger bulls, a few calves were kept protected by the adults, but overall the herd looked healthy and in all good shape. {Any of them or all of them. Why should it matter, they would all taste good?} the smaller one replied.

Turning its head to glare at the smaller Nundu, the big one said, {And that is your lesson cub. We do not just kill to eat, we do not just kill because we can. GoGo will take your power from you if you do not learn this one simple lesson. She has been patient with you so far, but she will not be so if you continue down that path now that you are being trained. You will be just like the Dark Wizard who put his spirit in you if you cannot learn this one less. We kill, but we kill to balance nature. GoGo gives us our power and our abilities. The Magic, it is also a part of GoGo. She lets us be born with it, she chose you to be born with it, and she can take it away again. Now, focus, look to the left of the herd of Wildebeests, what do you see there?} The large Cat said, focusing his attention back down the hill and out onto the plains.

The small one gazed out and saw a small herd of impala. These impala had seen better days. They were a stag herd, all small males, and it appeared as if some sort of mange had set in and started to destroy their once fine coats. They were sickly.

{The impala, they do not look right. *Sniff* They do not smell right. They appear to be sickly.} The smaller of the two Nundu communicated.

{And that is what you will kill. We cull the herds, we balance the nature. We destroy the sick and feast upon that which would destroy the balance; that which would lead to the destruction of nature. We are uniquely situated to be the tools of GoGo. We are the ones who carry destruction, toxic death and disease in our breath and in our veins, walking tools of destruction. We are uniquely purposed to be the final balance for that which should not be allowed to survive. This will be your goal. GoGo has spoken, and if you are to be her tool, if you are to survive, then you will eventually return to your homeland and there you will cull the weak.} The large Nundu pontificated. There it was, the ultimate message from GoGo, told to Mutwa and now related to Harry.

Harry, the smaller of the two Nundu, had to think. Did he really want to follow this GoGo and be her tool, or did he want to destroy all of the humans? Did he have a choice? It sounded like if he followed his original goal of extermination and destruction of all of humanity that it would lead to his destruction. So far Mutwa hadn't been wrong about what he had said, and he had been very helpful in getting rid of that "dark spirit" that had been in his head. Harry couldn't remember a time where his thoughts had been so clear, where he could feel his magic so strong and humming through his body and ready to follow his whims. So far, everything Mutwa had told him was the truth. In fact, if Harry really thought about it, Mutwa was the first "person" to ever really "care" for Harry, at least that Harry could remember; even if Mutwa did so with a dark sense of humor. But Mutwa treated Harry as an equal, even though he was Harry's teacher and mentor. Never before had Harry ever had somebody willingly share food with him let alone invite him to sit down and eat with him as they had done for the morning meal. This one fact drilled into Harry's mind, this one simple normal act of kindness was what it took to make Harry believe that Mutwa's message was true. His life under the "care" of the Dursleys could have been likened to that of Stalin and his "care" of the prisoners in his gulags. That stage of his life had hardened him and would have driven him to kill all before him. But under Mutwa's guidance, even in the short period of time Harry had seen Mutwa, he knew that Mutwa told the truth and could guide him to his true goal. Therefore, his decision was made up.

{I will do what GoGo wants me to do. I'll follow your lead. I asked you to train me, and I'll learn from you.} The smaller Nundu said with determination.

Smiling a big sharp toothed smile at the smaller Nundu, the Large Nundu said, pride coming through its voice, {Come, we have our duty to follow. Besides, I feel like eating impala for lunch.} With that, the two giant predators crept down the hill, stealthily and as silent as still-air, towards the herd of impala.

As the sun shined down and baked the African plains, Mutwa and Harry walked along together in their two legged forms. As they walked along the game trails on the veldt, Mutwa explained to Harry the secrets of balance; of finding that inner peace and of plotting the paths of the mind that would allow Harry to stay in balance within himself. Mutwa informed Harry that part of his training would be spent in meditation every evening; forming his mindscape and protecting both his secrets and his thoughts. Harry would have to learn to sort through the bad and the good from his life if he wanted to think on an even keel. Too long had Harry's mind been tainted by the soul of Voldemort, and even though Harry had experienced more bad than good in his life, it was important that he sort through both so that he could reason and plan ahead before he took an action. Mutwa reminded Harry that as the king of all predators, they must remember the lessons of nature. They must predict their prey's actions. They must know the abilities of their prey; know them so well that they would know how they would react in any given instance. It was only after they knew exactly how their prey would act and think that they, the predator, would attack from the shadows. Their prey should never see it coming…

But for now, walking in the hot sun, Mutwa guided Harry in the direction of the falls yet away from the rain forest, towards the dusty dry ground where a giant Marula tree grew. This was to be the site of Harry's next lesson.

"Harry, in nature, it is important dat you find peace with all da species. It is ok to hate da individual, or even da social group dat one belongs to if they are truly ya enemy. Yet da species, da type of creature is not ta be feared or hated. Ya talk in ya sleep boy, so I know of ya hate for da monkeys. I have talked to da spirit of da baboon king, and he say dat if ya drink with them, den no harm done." Mutwa said, speaking to the shorter Harry as they walked along towards the Marula tree. "Ya see boy, at da Marula tree, all da animals are friends. It is da peaceful grounds, and when da berry of da Marula tree is ripe, everybody be happy." Mutwa's smile seemed to creep up his face and threaten to touch his ears, evidently Mutwa was very happy. "You may not kill or injure any of da animals dat are at da Marula tree, ya hear me boy?"

"Yes Mutwa, I understand. But I don't have to like it. Monkey's are evil." Harry replied with a shiver.

*Smack!* Mutwa cuffed Harry upside the head. Yep, Harry was definitely growing a lump from being cuffed upside the head. "I told ya dat no species is da evil. GoGo demand dat ya take all da species as individuals."

"Ok, fine, I'll behave." Harry said with some chagrin, brushing his long mop of hair back over his shoulder and out of his eyes so he could get a good look at the Marula tree that grew from the middle of the thorn-tree forest.

The Marula tree was a single trunked widely branched tree. Even from the distance Harry could hear the sounds of thousands of birds and monkeys in the tree, and the ground around the tree seemed to be teaming with life, as Harry noticed two Giraffes, a couple of warthogs, and even an elephant and what looked like a giant rhino; but which Mutwa told Harry was really an Erumpet.

As Harry walked closer to the tree, he was shocked and amazed to see the elephant was clearly stumbling around, waving its trunk around like it was trying to hoist a toast to the other animals, and every now and then it would blow a trumpet blast. The other animals didn't seem to be in a whole lot better shape, as two baboons sat on a log with an arm over each other's shoulder, eating berries with their free hands and looking like a couple of fraternity boys on a drinking binge; no sooner had Harry thought that then one of the two baboons fell over backwards off the log and the other one pointed and made a cackling hooting laughing sound. The spindly legged giraffes could barely walk, and it appeared that one of them had passed out and was sprawled out on the ground, all four legs spread towards different compass points. And the Erumpet, well it was scratching its back and butt up against the tree in a drunken stuppor. It was scratching so hard that it was shaking the tree, causing drunken birds and monkeys to drunkenly fall out of it! In short, it was an African kegger, right in the middle of the veldt!

"Come, try da berries, get ta know da animals." Mutwa said, as he walked into the crowd of animals and picked a bunch of berries from the tree, giving a hand full to Harry to eat.

Harry stuck them in his mouth and munched, a thick creamy almost chocolate liqueur taste filled his mouth and slipped down his tongue. The berries, sitting on the tree in the hot African sun, had fermented until they were potently alcoholic! Smiling big, Harry started picking lots of handfuls of the berries, and ended up sitting down next to a couple of baboons and a meerkat.

...

After about an hour and a half of eating berries and feeling no pain, Harry and the monkeys got into a wrestling match. Next thing you know, Harry, a troop of baboons, an African swallow who somehow found a coconut, and a giraffe were in a piggy back race to the falls and back; the monkey on Harry's back was wearing Harry's lion-skin loincloth.

Luna and her father had just gotten done with their mid-morning naps, and in Luna's case a cold shower, and decided to exit their wizarding tent and have a look around for more Snorkacks. Stepping out of the tent, Luna gave a big cat-like stretch and said, "That was a good idea on the nap daddy, but the cold shower wasn't so much fun. Why did I have to take that again?" She asked.

"It's because of your age. I'll tell you when you are older." Xenophilius stated to his beloved, one and only, never going to be touched by a man if he had anything to say about it, daughter; with a smile. "How do you feel butter-cup?" He said.

"I feel great daddy, but could you not call me Butter-cup, I don't like butter today and would rather be called Pumpkin. How do you feel daddy?" Luna replied.

"Ok, my dear, I won't call you Butter-Cup until international call your daughter a dairy product day. As for how I feel, I feel wonderful. I had the most amusing dream about dancing crocodiles and some large Vernonous-Dursleeious wearing tutus, so I'm obviously back to normal and without any lasting side-effects from the Fwooper's song." Xenophilius said with a smile… just in time for a naked Harry Potter to run through their campsite with a loincloth-wearing baboon hooting and jumping up and down on his head. Following shortly behind Harry, and through the campsite, came the Giraffe who seemed to bring with it a strong waft of alcohol and who had an African swallow on its head and a monkey clacking two halves of a coconut together while riding on the giraffe's back.

The procession quickly cleared the campsite, leaving both Luna and her father a bit goggle-eyed and staring. Shaking himself, Xenophilius picked up right where he left off in his statement, "Yes, I feel as right as rain! No change here!" He said, trying to convince himself… just in time for Harry and his parade to gallop back through the campsite headed in the opposite direction.

"That's It! We are going back to Great Britain and straight to St. Mungo's immediately!" Xenophilius said as he started to push Luna towards the tent to get everything packed into its place.

"Daddy, why was Harry Potter naked? I thought he was pretty cute." Luna said with a dreamy look in her eyes, longlingly looking in the direction that Harry had run in.

"Check that! Another cold shower for you first, and then a trip to St. Mungos!" Xenophilus said, quickly issuing Luna back into the tent. For some strange reason he had this inordinate urge to go out and buy a shovel and a muggle shotgun. That would have to wait until after Luna's second cold shower of the day, and the portkey home.

AN: So another chapter down. I am having so much fun writing this that I have yet to get him to Hogwarts. I think he may be headed back to the UK in the next chapter, but we will have to see where the Muse gets me. Just a couple more lessons for Harry to learn before he is to head back to deal with his purpose. I'd like to again say thank you to all of those who have taken the time to write me a review or a comment. Seriously, they have inspired me to get these written a lot faster than I ever expected to be writing it. For me, Reviews really do drive my writing. I'll have to take a break this weekend to get caught up in Harry Potter and The Aspects of Death, but this has been a lot of fun to write. Keep those great comments and reviews coming, and I'll keep writing! Best wishes all.