AN: So I have been thinking about making a Harmony Fanfic and am curious if anyone would be interested for me to do that. If you do like the idea please let me know in a review or a PM. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Ron POV

My heart hammered loudly in my chest as we waited quietly in Luna's living room for her an her father. Something felt off though.

Hermione just read off the story of the Three Brothers which Harry had never heard of. Apparently the Rune that looked like an eye that wasn't really a Rune. It was a symbol for the three hallows. The cloak, the resurrection stone and the Elder wand.

Hermione didn't believe it but Harry's eyes were almost glowing with excitement. But that wasn't the problem. The problem was Mr Lovegood. He was acting strange. Almost jumpy. And that made me very nervous.

"What do you think?" Harry asked turning to Hermione.

"Oh, Harry," she said wearily, "it's a pile of utter rubbish. This can't be the what the sign really means. This must be his weird take on it. What a waste of time."

"I s'pose this is the man who brought us Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," I said shrugging. But the look in Harry's eyes said it all. He wouldn't give this up.

"You don't believe it either?" Harry asked looking at me.

"Nah, that story's just one of those things you tell kids to teach them lessons, isn't it? 'Don't go looking for trouble, don't pick up fights, don't go messing around with stuff that's best left alone! Just keep your head down, mind your own business, and you'll be okay.' Come to think of it," I added, "maybe that story's why elder wands are supposed to be unlucky."

"What are you talking about?"

"One of those superstitions, isn't it? 'May-born witches will marry Muggles.' 'Jinx by twilight, undone by midnight.' 'Wand of elder, never prosper.' You must've heard them. My mum's full of them."

"Harry and I were raised by Muggles," Hermione reminded me her eyes soft.

"We were taught different superstitions." Hermione said biting her lip. "I think you're right," she finally said after a long moment. "It's just a morality tale, it's obvious which gift is best, which one you'd choose—"

The three of us spoke at the same time; Hermione said, "the Cloak," I said, "the wand," and Harry said, "the stone." We looked at each other, half surprised, half amused.

"You're supposed to say the Cloak," I told Hermione, "but you wouldn't need to be invisible if you had the wand. An unbeatable wand, Hermione, come on!"

"We've already got an Invisibility Cloak," Harry said rubbing his scar.

"And it's helped us rather a lot, in case you hadn't noticed!" Hermione said. "Whereas the wand would be bound to attract trouble—"

"Only if you shouted about it," I argued. "Only if you were prat enough to go dancing around, waving it over your head, and singing, 'I've got an unbeatable wand, come and have a go if you

think you're good enough.' As you as you kept your trap shut—"

"Yes, but could you keep your trap shut?" Hermione said, looking skeptical. "You know, the only true thing he said to us was that there have been stories about extra-powerful wands for hundreds of years."

"There have?" Harry asked looking dazed.

Hermione looked exasperated: The expression was so endearingly familiar that Harry and I grinned at each other. She was finally getting back to normal.

Hermione kept going on and on about how it wasn't possible. Any of the story. I agreed with her but I wasn't about to say so. Harry looked almost mad with desire for the resurrection stone. Hermione and I were arguing about the Hallows when Harry started to climb a set of stairs that led to an upper level.

"Harry, what are you doing? I don't think you should look around when he's not here!" Hermione said but he was already up there.

I darted a look at Hermione then followed after Harry. To be honest I had never seen Luna's house. My mouth dropped open in shock. It was my Luna's room. There were paintings on the walls of our whole group of friends. Harry, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Hannah and myself. Around the edge of each picture was a gold band. I took a step closer and smiled. It said friends but around mine it said love.

"Something's wrong." Hermione said looking around.

"What? Why?" I asked looking up from the picture.

"There's a layer of dust on everything." Harry muttered dragging his finger across a shelf. A thick layer of dirt was on his finger. Bloody hell I knew something was wrong. Luna wasn't even here. Then where was she?

Severus POV

It seemed that every time I was alone in the office I would listen to Potterwatch. I sipped at my large glass of Firewhiskey. It seemed to be one of the only things that got me through the days anymore. Things were better and worse since I had spoken to Voldemort about the raping at Hogwarts. Since the Pure-bloods were no longer aloud to do that they spent most of their time physically abusing students.

I suddenly tuned into Lee's voice mid sentence.

"And now, over to Romulus for our popular feature 'Pals of Potter.'"

"Thanks, River," said a very familiar voice. Remus. I touched the radio softly. He really was a good man. Even if he was a werewolf.

"Romulus, do you maintain, as you have every time you've appeared on our program, that Harry Potter is still alive?" Lee asked his voice soft.

"I do," said Remus firmly. "There is no doubt at all in my mind that his death would be proclaimed as widely as possible by the Death Eaters if it had happened, because it would strike a deadly blow at the morale of those resisting the new regime. 'The Boy Who Lived' remains a symbol of everything for which we are fighting: the triumph of good, the power of innocence, the need to keep resisting."

"And what would you say to Harry if you knew he was listening, Romulus?"

"I'd tell him we're all with him in spirit," said Remus, then hesitated slightly, "And I'd tell him to follow his instincts, which are good and nearly always right."

It was true. Potter – Harry really was smart. If anyone could figure out how to destroy the Dark Lord it was Lily's son.

"... and our usual update on those friends of Harry Potter's who are suffering for their allegiance?" Lee was saying. "Well, as regular listeners will know, several of the more outspoken supporters of Harry Potter have now been imprisoned, including Xenophilius Lovegood, erstwhile editor of The Quibbler," said Remus.

The trio had gotten away. Thank Merlin. I relaxed back into my chair and sighed. Hopefully things wouldn't get much worse. Could they? Bloody hell I hope not.

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