Disclaimer: Luna says that I have to tell you all that the Nargles say Harry Potter, Sherlock and The Librarian are not mine. And she has that look in her eyes. You know the one. It says that if I don't do as she says then she'll set the wrackspurts on me. I don't like wrackspurts. They freak me out. So I'm telling you that the aforementioned are not mine. Hopefully that'll satisfy her.

A/N: I had every intention of this chapter being the one where Luna kidnaps Harry from Luna's POV. Then Luna got fussy and said she wanted this one first. Personally I think she was just looking forward to confusing Moriarty and didn't want to wait anymore. So please excuse the interruption in the regularly scheduled program and enjoy a bit of silliness.

The Psychopath Meets the Seer

Chapter Summary: Flynn has rented 221C from Mrs. Hudson at the insistence of Judson. He's to stay based in London indefinitely. Luna sends the boys out to find Flynn some furniture and receives a visit from a very confused psychopath.

Luna lay quietly on the floor in the bedroom of 221C Baker Street. The light in this room was the best and so she hoped to see some Light Warblers. Poor FlynnCarson would need them if he was truly intending on living so near to SherlockHolmes. She'd never met anyone as intelligent as Sherlock and she didn't want Flynn to feel awkward because Sherlock was so very smart.

She'd seen a few so far and hoped they would attract others. Sherlock could attest to the fact that looking for the Light Warblers was an excellent way to pass time while waiting. He was rarely bored anymore. Any time he started to feel bored he'd flop down on his sofa and watch for the tiny sparkling creatures. It drove the boredom from his mind. And now Luna was employing this tactic. She hated waiting for things to happen but she had no choice in this instance.

She was normally very patient. But normally didn't cover being stuck in a completely bare flat with nothing to do but wait. She'd already gotten rid of her boys. She'd sent them all off to find furniture for Flynn's new flat. She was fairly sure that Harrymine had known she was planning something but he had let her continue on with her plots without disturbing her. He was good about that usually.

She was just beginning to worry that the boys would return before her visitor showed up when she heard the quiet creak of the front door opening. With a bright smile she rose to her feet and walked softly to the door between the bedroom and the rest of the flat.

The skinny dark haired man was looking over his shoulder into the hallway cautiously. Luna covered her mouth to stifle the giggle. Silly man, Mrs. Hudson wouldn't hear him and the boys were nowhere around. Really didn't he know that already?

"Hello JamesMoriarty," Luna said in a bright tone. "You needn't worry about Mrs. Hudson hearing you. She's watching telly and that always captures all of her attention. It's very kind of you to come visit and to bring SherlockHolmes a gift. He likes presents."

The dark haired man spun around with a yelp. The box he carried clattered to the floor and a pair of shoes fell out of it. "Wh…who…what are you doing here? Who are you?" His voice was high pitched and breathy as he tried to calm his breathing.

Luna giggled and skipped to the middle of what would be the parlour after they'd furnished the flat. "I'm Luna Potter and my friend FlynnCarson recently rented this flat so that he could live here in London. I'm watching it for him while he and my husband buy furniture." She tilted her head to the side and frowned. "Well, that's not quite true. The Nargles hate lies, you know? I was waiting for you."

His brow crinkled in confusion as he stared at her. "Waiting for me? How did you know I was coming? And who are you?"

Luna shook her head in exasperation. "I already told you who I was, JamesMoriarty. I am Luna Potter. And the Nargles told me you were coming. They knew because you are covered in wrackspurts. They don't like wrackspurts you see? They're mortal enemies. I didn't use to know that but now I do. I used to think that Nargles were an omen of bad things but then I realized that it was only because they seek out and destroy the wrackspurts. Wrackspurts like to confuse people and make them tell lies. I don't normally lie but there are so many around you that they got to me before I could stop them just now. Though it wasn't a total lie. I am watching Flynn's new flat. But he wouldn't have needed me to watch it if I hadn't sent him off for furniture."

Moriarty stood gaping at her for a moment and then quietly shut the door to the flat. "Why were you waiting for me? Did she send you?" His mouth turned down in a pout. "I don't need help. I'm a genius. I can handle Holmes on my own."

Luna let out an exasperated sigh. "No one sent me. Well the Nargles did but I don't think they're the she you mean. And JohnWatson wouldn't like the way you intend to handle his best friend."

"That idiot little soldier," Moriarty scoffed. "He doesn't have a clue what makes Sherlock tick. He just follows blindly like a little puppy. I'll take care of him soon enough."

Luna frowned and her silver eyes darkened to gun metal grey. "JohnWatson is not an idiot. SherlockHolmes will not like you saying mean things about his John." Her eyes brightened again. "I'm not going to tell them what you said. It would only make them sad. I don't like it when my friends are sad."

"You should have stayed home and played with your dolls, little girl," he sneered at her. "Because now that you've seen me I'll have to make sure you never tell anyone what I look like."

Luna's frown deepened. "I haven't played with dolls in years, JamesMoriarty." She looked at him crossly. "And now I've lied again. I play with my Harrymine doll with Teddy every week. I don't like you, JamesMoriarty. You and your wrackspurts keep making me lie. Harrymine will be quite upset when I tell him."

Moriarty advanced on her in a menacing manner. "You won't be telling anyone anything, girl."

Luna stood her ground and only cocked her head at him. "Why wouldn't I tell Harrymine? I tell him everything."

"Are you really that stupid?" Moriarty sneered again. "I'm going to kill you and leave your body for Sherlock to find. It's a much better clue to me than the shoes though I'll leave them too. Maybe I'll even put them on you after I've killed you."

Luna stared at him in confusion. "How would death stop me from telling Harrymine that I lied? For a supposed genius you are not very smart, JamesMoriarty, those shoes are far too big for my feet." She lifted one of her feet to show him. "You see? My feet are much smaller than Karl's."

Moriarty was unable to help the glance down. He grimaced at himself and looked back up quickly but not quite quickly enough. The girl had whipped a stick from somewhere and had it pointed at him. "What do you think you're going to do with that, girl?"

The girl had the nerve to laugh at him. Loudly. "I'm going to ask you nicely to go away," she said her big silver eyes blinking at him in a semblance of confusion. "Go away and forget you ever knew anything about SherlockHolmes."

He sneered at her and stepped towards her again. She didn't twitch a single muscle except for another blink at him. "And if I don't?"

Her lips curled down in a pout. "Then Harrymine will be very angry with both of us. Me because he has told me over and over that he is supposed to fight the bad guys. He's the Chosen One after all and that moniker has to be good for something besides getting him the best tables at restaurants. And you because you forced me to fight you."

Moriarty glanced at the stick again and then back to her eyes and laughed. "You're quite amusing, you know. I might just take you with me. You can try to entertain me when I'm bored."

Luna gave him a bright smile. "Sorry JamesMoriarty but I am perfectly happy with the husband I have. Oh rats! They're on their way home. We need to wrap this up quickly. Incarcerous!"

Moriarty's eyes widened as ropes shot out from the stick she had pointed at him. Moments later he stared up at her from the floor. "How did you…What did you…?" He spluttered and wriggled. The ropes were nearly too tight. He could barely breathe and every move he made only seemed to tighten them more.

The girl skipped over to him and smiled dreamily. "Magic silly, how else? Now be quiet. Anastasia doesn't appreciate loud noises in her office. Makes her scullites twitchy."

"What?" Moriarty squawked loudly and struggled against his bindings futilely. "There's no such thing as magic! Who's Ana—argh?"

Luna sighed and shook her head at him. "There is no need to yell, JamesMoriarty. I can hear you just fine." She patted his head and checked to make sure that the gag she had conjured was secure. "Now I must take you to MycroftHolmes. He and Anastasia will know what to do with you." She grabbed one of his bound arms in her hand. "Brace yourself," she told him.

Moriarty groaned in distress as he felt his body being squeezed through a small tube. He had never believed in his grandfather's stories but this feeling could be caused by nothing else. The girl had said she was using magic. He had to figure out how to use this to his best advantage.

HP/LL HP/LL HP/LL

Luna sighed heavily as they landed. She disliked apparating and carrying a reluctant muggle made it worse. Still it had to be done so she'd done it. She couldn't let her boys see JamesMoriarty. Complications would arise and she didn't like the outcome that she'd predicted if she'd allowed the silly man to follow through with his plans.

"Dobroye utro, Anastasia," she greeted the dark-haired woman in Russian. "You look as lovely as always."

Agent A thought she hid her surprise at the younger woman's unexpected entrance quite well. "Dobroye utro, Mrs. Potter. You are looking quite pretty today as well." She took in the struggling man at Luna's feet and merely lifted one brow before turning back to her BlackBerry. "A new friend?"

Luna giggled girlishly and tugged the man to his feet. "A present for Mr. MycroftHolmes, actually. Mr. JamesMoriatry please meet Agent Anastasia. She'll babysit you until MycroftHolmes returns from his meeting." She turned her attention to Agent A. "He's a very naughty boy, Anastasia. You must watch him closely." Her silver eyes turned fierce. "Do not let MycroftHolmes tell him anything about SherlockHolmes. And do not let him escape. He is very, very naughty."

A held up her BlackBerry. "He is, yes." She dimpled at Luna. "Do not worry so, Mrs. Potter. I won't let him get away." Then she frowned. "However, he is not alone. You must watch out for the boys."

Luna only grinned. "A road trip would be lovely this time of year, I think. I shall message you with our itinerary, Anastasia. Don't tell MycroftHolmes though. Wouldn't want him to pop up while we're searching for Jackalopes."

A smiled back. "That could prove most discommodious for Mr. H." She set her BlackBerry on her desk and stood up. In a smooth, elegant move she pulled a wand from her back and pointed it steadily at Moriarty. "I should remove his memories of you, dear. He won't be escaping me but it's best not to take chances."

"The Whizeplingers quite agree. Harrymine made me promise not to do that anymore so I've left him for you. Do have fun, Anastasia." Luna turned on her heel and disappeared from the room with a quiet pop.