oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 1
"How can I be of service to you, Goddess of the Moon? Mighty Selene. Luna. My namesake. I am your priestess, like my mother before me, I offer my life to you." The little girl looked silly, standing in an orchard, wearing a white robe, and staring up at the sky. It was the winter solstice and a full moon. A powerful time for the moon, indeed.
The girl was 13 years old and seeking the blessings of the moon goddess as she entered womanhood. Her birthday, December 21.
Silence filled the air with a weighty expectation. The girl held the cup up to the moon, standing as still as a statue. A small breeze began to blow, a voice on the wind.
"Give to me seven years of your life for one year and the fruit of your womb. A life to save a life. I will return to you threefold what I take."
Tears streamed down the little girl's face. "You ask much and give much, my lady. I fear I will not be strong enough to provide what you seek. Help me to be worthy." She sank to her knees and drank from the cup.
The moon goddess smiled on her acolyte and the girl's body began to change. She groaned in pain as her legs and hips grew, as her chest expanded and her shoulders rounded with strength. She stood a curvaceous woman of 20 where previously had stood a willowy girl of 13. She ran her hands over her new body and laughed.
"I am a woman now, ready to do a woman's sacred work," she beamed at the moon that smiled fondly back at her. The work would be more difficult than the still young girl was ready to see but the rewards not only for herself but for their world would be worth it.
The voice rose with the wind. "The strength you need will be yours. You will follow your oath and provide the fulfilled seed to the savior. The life you create will save the life that will save us all. Go to him now and be fruitful."
The wind whipped around the young girl. She laughed as she twirled in the whirlwind. She was set down at the gates of Hogwarts and walked towards her part in destiny.
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Harry Potter walked the lonely path of the stairways, uncaring of where his feet would lead him. It was Christmastime and Harry was all alone. All the Weasleys had gone home this year to spend time with their aunt Muriel who had come to visit the family for the holiday.
No one that Harry was even relatively familiar with had stayed behind to spend time with him. At first, he was glad to be one of only two Gryffindors to stay behind for the holiday but now he was despondent about it. A lad can only take a glad hand so many times in a day before he gets chaffed, after all. A month is a long time to be alone.
Harry was thinking he needed something fun to do while he walked back and forth down a hallway on the seventh floor. A door appeared and a sitting room with a comfy looking bed was behind the opening. Harry walked inside and looked around, amazed at the comfortable and somehow sensual decor. He laughed at the satin sheets on the bed. He turned to walk back out of the room when he froze, rooted to the spot. A goddess stood in the doorway to the room.
"Hello Harry Potter. Do you remember me?" The beautiful blonde who stood about 5'6 and had curves that a 13 year old Harry Potter had only the vaguest clue of what to do with. Harry shook his head.
"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. From the train?" She asked him. They had sat in the same compartment all the way to Hogwarts, along with their new DADA professor, after all.
"You look, er, different," Harry said, his voice squeaking. The girl's aquamarine eyes danced with unspoken laughter.
"I accidentally aged myself. It'll fade after a year but it's nice to know what I'll look like when the time comes, isn't it?" She said, modeling her body for him. He practically drooled.
"I was wondering if you might do me a favor, Harry?" Luna said, walking towards him, her hips swaying.
"Yeah?" Harry garbled out around his swollen tongue. He swallowed to keep from drooling on himself.
"I wanted to give you some gifts but you have to swear to me, on your life and magic, that you'll accept my gifts, that you'll love them and cherish them, and you'll never give them away to anyone else. Maybe, you'll let me see them sometime, someday," she finished, wistfully. Harry was ready to agree to anything. She was leaning against his chest, looking him in the eye, her chest pressed firmly against his body.
"I promise," he said, his eyes glued to her assets.
"Swear it! On your life and magic!" She said, urgently, pulling away. Harry literally groaned at the loss of sensation.
"I swear it! On my life and magic, I will accept your gifts, I will love and cherish them, I will never give them away to anyone else. I'll let you see them anytime you want," he groaned as she leaned her body back into his.
She purred as she said the last thing she'd say for a long time, "Good."
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Harry Potter woke the next morning in the 7th floor room of miracles, as Harry was now calling it. Harry had seen the face of the divine the night before. He lost count of how many times they had made love. He could still feel the hot, wet feel of her skin against his as they moved together in a sacred dance as old as time. Harry was sore in places he didn't even know existed.
He pulled himself together and got out of the bed. He moved to haul himself back to his dorm and a hot shower. The stickiness that had been so nice last night was disgusting in the light of the new day. Harry whistled while he walked back to the dorms.
He searched for Luna for the rest of the break and never found her. No one else in Ravenclaw seemed to know where she might have got off to. They said Luna was weird and no one cared where she was. Harry got hopping mad and maybe brandished his wand and made some very inventive threats. Ravenclaw house was on notice - Harry Potter wouldn't tolerate anyone talking bad about Luna Lovegood.
Classes resumed and Harry still couldn't find the girl. She was nowhere to be seen. Harry had only glimpsed her once or twice, at her still accelerated age, moving quickly away from him in the crowded hallway. His fantasies were exclusively about her and he hoped quite desperately she might be down to have another go. Harry knew he'd certainly like that and she had seemed to like what they did together, so yeah. Maybe that.
But it wasn't meant to be. Harry never found himself able to speak to her again. He was forlorn about it until around Easter and then he got over it. Cho Chang had captured his eye and, thanks to Luna, he was able to imagine new things while watching her fly.
Spring turned to Summer and Summer turned to Fall. Harry had a lonely, awful summer with the Dursleys and was quite happy to head out for the Quidditch World Cup in August before his fourth year, even with its disastrous ending. The first of September was upon them before they knew it. He had no idea what was waiting for him on the train.
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Harry walked down the side of the train until he reached the last compartment, the compartment Harry and his friends always sat in. Hermione's parents had met her at the platform to say their final goodbyes for the year. Ron and Ginny had been held back by last minute instructions from their mum. Harry was glad to snag the compartment and wait for everyone else to mosey along.
Yet, when Harry reached their usual compartment, he found he wasn't the first person to arrive.
"Luna!" Harry said, feeling a visceral reaction in his loins from seeing the girl again. He had convinced himself he was half in love with her even though he knew literally nothing about her except her name and the way her bum felt in his hands. Just right.
He looked her over. "The aging solution or whatever wore off, I see," Harry said. He was only a little disappointed to see she was back to being the small, developing girl she was instead of the voluptuous vixen she had been.
"It did," Luna said, smiling at Harry. "I see you've been well. Looks like you've had more to eat this summer than usual. I'm glad."
Harry looked ashamed and then flummoxed. How would this girl know these things about his life?
"Come again?" Harry said.
"Oh, we really don't have time for that," she waved her hand around, airily. "Just remember that bouncing baby bubbles keep the nasty nargles at bay."
"Okay," Harry said, slowly. He didn't know what she was talking about but he'd think on it later, when he wasn't busy remembering the way she tasted.
"I have to go now. I just wanted to drop off your gifts. Their trunk is in the compartment above and they're in the basket," she said, fussing with the blanket laying over the basket top. She had tears in her eyes.
"Well, I have to go now," she said again. She leaned down and kissed the basket, which Harry thought was weird but whatever.
"Remember what you swore?" She half asked, half commanded.
Harry jumped. He was confused. "Yes? I swore to accept your gifts and to love and cherish them and to never give them away to anyone else? Oh, and to let you see them sometimes?" Harry asked, confused and aroused. Was she about to give him another gift? Because he could get behind that idea.
Luna hugged him and kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you were my first. I hope all goes well Harry. Take care of Julius and Jameson," she turned to the basket and choked out the words, "Love you." Then, she turned and trounced from the room. Harry was shocked.
"Wait," he said, shouting down the hallway. "Don't you want to hang out or something?" She didn't turn around. Harry's shoulders slumped and he went back inside the compartment.
The basket Luna had left behind was rather large. Harry tried to move it and found it was surprisingly stable and feather light, if unwieldy. Harry moved the blanket to see what she had brought him only to discover two babies inside.