Disclaimer: Last night I met this guy that said he could send me to Lestrade. I thought about his offer seriously but then I noticed the two guys behind him that looked like Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles and then the Jensen look-alike muttered 'Cristo' and the guy in front of me? Well, yeah his eyes went all black. Not cool. Then they fought and the look-alikes won and then disappeared before I could talk to them. Darn it! So the characters are still not mine and I'm still poor. If the look-alikes are reading this would you mind bringing the next demon you find to me? I'd really like to take them up on the offer.

A/N: I've tried for months to write the dinner scene with the Weasleys but it's just not working. No I don't know why. It just isn't. So I'm pushing it back for a while. Forgive me or don't that's your choice. Hope you keep reading anyway. I'm going to do a few chapters of stuff that happened before the story and maybe some Sherlock and John and John and Harry and Sherlock and Luna stuff. I think. This chapter is anyway.

Harry Weasley?

Chapter Summary: Luna muses on things a bit and decides that maybe Harry isn't meant to be a Weasley after all.

Luna knew that other people found her to be odd or strange. Different. Not quite like other girls. She knew and she really couldn't care less what they thought. Usually. Sometimes their words hurt her but she usually brushed it off as ignorance. People on the whole were pretty stupid after all.

Luna also knew that she was very intelligent. That fact seemed to be the basis for others finding her strange. She saw things that they didn't. Could see the correlations between events that they did not. The probabilities and possibilities of a hundred different decisions all at once. Sometimes it made her head hurt. Objectively she knew that she was the most intelligent person she knew. And definitely the most intelligent person inside of Hogwarts.

Or so she assumed until she met him. Really met him and talked to him for the first time. He was different than the others. And he was smart. Very smart. Smart enough to hide his intelligence behind a façade of mediocrity.

That had irritated her a bit at first. People like them shouldn't hide how smart they were. It wasn't their fault that normal people couldn't understand. They should not be punished because the Goddess had blessed them with intelligence that seemed to hit the stratosphere.

Then she watched him a bit more closely. He had good reasons to hide his intelligence she decided. Harry Potter couldn't be smart. It would throw the order of the cosmos into chaos. While Luna liked a bit of chaos as well as the next genius she didn't think having most of the Wizarding World fearful of their savior to the point of possible riots a good idea. And Harry knew that too. So he hid behind his mask. She knew it wouldn't be forever that he hid. He would eventually show everyone what he was. By then they would be…not more accepting because they'd ignore it but at least more tolerant of him. That wasn't quite the right word either but it would do.

She quite enjoyed talking to him after she was finished being irritated. Harry's broken green eyes would light up when she caught his attention. When his friends were around which was a lot more often than either of them cared for he would look confused and a bit annoyed with her but his eyes told the lie. He was always happy to see her and talking to her made him remember that he wasn't what the others forced him to be. When they could have a conversation alone the masks fell and Luna knew she was seeing the real Harry, the one that no one even knew existed except for her. She liked that Harry very much.

She could see all the possible outcomes of the coming war and she didn't like very many of them. Truthfully she didn't like any of them but she would try to influence events enough to turn things to the least amount of death and sorrow. It was the only way she could help him for now. After Voldemort was defeated for good then she could help her Harry more. Because she knew that he was hers. Even if he never acknowledged it he was hers and she was his.

Her plan didn't work out as well as she had hoped. She should have tried to wear a mask when she started school maybe. People tended to ignore her because she was strange and that had worked against her. Harry would have listened and had a plan but he was off doing the job the Headmaster had given him. Still, Harry had won and they had both survived. That had to be enough.

"He's going to marry me," Ginny interrupted her musings as she sat outside the castle the day after the battle. "Soon. He swore it."

Luna turned to regard her sometimes friend and resisted the impulse to roll her eyes. "Did he?" She asked mildly. "Or have the wrackspurts invaded you again?"

Ginny gave out a light laugh. "He might not have said the actual words but with a guy like Harry you have to learn to read his beautiful eyes. He loves me. He will marry me. Not now but soon. He wants to let us grieve for Fred first. He doesn't realize that a big wedding is just the thing to lift everyone's spirits."

Luna did roll her eyes now. Ginny was looking off into the castle hoping for a sight of her love. Luna knew she wouldn't see him. Harry had left early this morning to go to the spot where Voldemort had killed him. He had his own ghosts to lay to rest. He would be gone most of the day. After he said goodbye to his family he was going to collect the professor's body and have it buried somewhere secret so that no one would desecrate his grave. Then he would go to find out where his relatives were and maybe let them know that it was over. She hoped he did let them know personally. They needed a wakeup call and seeing the boy they'd abused so badly triumph over the evil in his life would be a shock.

"Where is he?" Ginny grumbled from beside her. "I know that he was tired but this is ridiculous."

Luna shrugged. "He's left," she told the other girl. "Went out early this morning and I haven't seen him come back yet."

Ginny whirled around to face her. "What are you talking about? And how would you know? Are you stalking my boyfriend?" Her voice was angry and her brown eyes flashed with hatred.

Luna only shrugged. The probability of Ginny hexing her was less than ten percent. "I have nightmares," she admitted softly. "I couldn't sleep and so I was watching the sun rising and Harry walked past me. Did you know that you can only see the pifflies at sunrise?" She kept their conversation in the brightening pink of dawn to herself. Ginny didn't need to know where Harry was and he'd only told her because he knew she would keep it to herself.

Ginny scoffed wordlessly and stalked back into the castle. She was going to complain to Molly about Harry running off without telling anyone. She didn't even think to ask if Luna knew where he was. It wouldn't have done her any good but she didn't even give Luna the credit to know.

Luna didn't mind. She didn't like to lie and Ginny's underestimating her made it easy to avoid a lie. She turned her head back to the forest to watch the thestrals fly. Harry would not marry Ginny. He was too smart to get caught in her trap and he knew that Ginny lacked the empathy necessary to be the wife of an abused, powerful, intelligent wizard that had saved the world. If he didn't then Luna would inform him.

No, Harry would never be a Weasley. Harry was a Potter and they never did anything halfheartedly. Weasleys did. Potters lived hard and loved harder. Weasleys let life roll as it would. They rarely fought back and had problems with change. Harry wasn't meant to be a Weasley.

Luna let a smirk cross her lips. Lovegoods lived just as hard as Potters and matched them in love every time. Harry didn't know it yet but Potters and Lovegoods were the same breed. Whimsical, a bit odd and full of spit and vinegar. They would make a good match when the probabilities aligned properly.

The probabilities would align. And it would be soon. Luna smiled dreamily out at the horizon. Harry would be pleased when he learned of her calculations. He didn't know it yet. But he would.

Harry Potter would never be a Weasley but he would love being a Lovegood. Potters always did.