Obligatory Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any character, story element or plot item originally published in the Harry Potter books or movies that I may refer to in this story. I'm merely playing in the sandbox.
Chapter 23
Luna joined them in Paris, her father escorting her, leaving immediately on a research project. Sirius was granted temporary custody to act in loco parentis, so he promptly took her to a jewelry store in a magical quarter of Paris and found a specialist who could create the warding charm she'd used in the Department of Mysteries. Harry growled at him that he had wanted to do that. Sirius had taken the mature route of sticking his tongue out at him.
Next was surgery, some recuperation in the outpatient clinic and a portkey to a small chateau in the vineyards somewhere in the South of France, Harry assumed. Fleur had met them with a familiar young man on her arm. "Sadly, Harry, I could not wait for you to grow up, so I chose the next best thing."
"Don't think about taking my girl, Potter," Cedric mock glared at him, then stepped forward for a hug. "Good to see you, mate."
"I didn't know you were dating officially. The hand holding when accepting the trophy was a sign, though."
"Yes, I asked her two weeks ago by owl. She told me to say it to her face so she could decide if I meant it."
Fleur laughed. "I just wanted to see him again."
"I knew it!"
Soon, he was tackled by a young blonde. Harry started to ask why Fleur hadn't mentioned another sister when the young girl spoke. "Harry!"
"Gabrielle?" As he stepped back, he had to look her over to convince himself. She was now just two inches shorter than her older sister and looked to be almost Luna's age.
"You were warned, Harry," Luna said, humor in her tone. "She hit her maturity."
Gabrielle stepped back, looked at the pair of them, then pouted, saying something in French. Luna laughed. Fleur shook her head, then said something that Harry couldn't make out. No one would tell him. They just told him to go rest in his assigned room.
Harry enjoyed the week they were there. They did nothing. Absolutely, gloriously nothing. As they sat out in the courtyard one day, sipping something like lemonade, Luna asked him what he was thinking about. "After the rush with the Tournament and the studying and the early OWLs…"
"Four or five now? I can't recall."
"Five, if I get them. Charms and Runes, so that'll make life interesting next year."
"Runes came earlier than you said?"
"I did well on the practice test, so I took the shot. I can always retake it if I didn't do well. That's the option for those who try early."
Luna was silent. "I'm going back to Hogwarts. Cedric and I were talking, and I am going to ask to be resorted into Hufflepuff."
Harry nodded. "Do you think they could take me without all the baggage of the past?"
Luna stared at the sky, looking at the clouds for a long time. "Yes."
Before Harry could respond, Gabrielle ran up and pulled them both up. She was saying something, and Harry looked at Luna who frowned. "I'm not sure. I don't know some of these words."
"She's inviting you for a swim. We have a shallow pool that is just up to your shoulders. She's fine in that one. She can just stand up in the shallower area." Fleur leaned into the doorway, wearing a robe over a swimsuit, Harry was assuming the last part, though.
"Let me get dressed."
Harry walked up to his room, wondering how he should answer Luna's unasked question. Will I go back?
For Harry's birthday, the four of them returned to the island. They were joined by the remaining Triwizard Tournament Champion and all of the families. The Delacour and Diggory adults were enjoying something that smoked in their glasses on the deck, but the younger ones were out on the beach, under the watchful eyes of the remaining adults.
Viktor had managed to get Granger invited, but Harry had limited his contact with her to a simple greeting and a quiet acknowledgement of his birthday from her on the day of the event. Beyond that, she swam and talked with Viktor, but kept her distance when the group gathered together.
"The window is closing on you fixing the situation with her."
"I don't think I want to fix things exactly. She's almost ready to accept a new start, and that's what I think we need. I'm not the same guy I was almost a year ago. I had to grow up. Now, she needs to recognize it. Maybe grow a bit herself."
"That's very mature. I'm proud of you, Mr. Potter."
Someone had brought a wizarding radio, and some music was playing. Luna seized his hand, and they danced on the edge of the waterline. The other couples clearly thought this was a good idea, so joined them.
"Are you happier than when I met you, Harry?"
Harry considered the question, noting that the silver amulet, a fox coiled around a small gray stone that matched her eyes, was radiating a little magic. She wasn't listening in to see what he was feeling. That made him smile.
"How could I not be? I've made good friends; I can live with my godfather…the biggest threat in my life now is when Hermione finds out that I have OWL results."
"You know Sirius plans to do that tonight, right?'
"He's incorrigible."
"He is." She hummed softly to herself, then glanced back over her shoulder. "What do you think of Hestia?"
Harry followed her gaze to a tall, then brunette. Hestia Jones was one of the Aurors who had mentored Tonks, also in attendance tonight. She was content sitting on the deck, but Hestia was with Sirius, also dancing with the teens. He chuckled at the image.
"She's a little younger than him, I guess. I don't know how that works. The idea of dating a Third Year now that I'm almost a Fifth Year is weird, but to them, ten years doesn't seem to be a big deal."
"I'm a Third Year."
"No, you're not," he said, ignoring the pout she had, then changing tact. "Stop imitating Fleur. Her pouting doesn't work on me, either."
"I heard that, Potter!"
Harry rolled his eyes in the direction of Fleur. Idly, he'd noticed Gabrielle, who was waiting to cut in on the dance with one of them. She seemed to be spoiling to irritate Hermione for some reason. Harry hadn't quite figured that dynamic out.
"They're happy. Isn't that what matters?"
The music ended suddenly as Moony called out. "All right, cake time, then I get to make an announcement!"
"Oh, Moony's in on this, too."
"Granger is going to pop a blood vessel." Harry sighed. "Let's get this over with." He offered his arm as they walked to the long staircase leading up to the deck.
The cake was massive, hovering into place thanks to Dobby and Winky. Thankfully, Winky had decorated it. He wasn't sure what kind of technicolor nightmare Dobby would have come up with.
They sang and Harry blew out some of the candles. Some relit, some simply rocketed off into the night. He just chuckled, then laughed harder when Luna held her hand out. "You owe me a Galleon; I told you there would be two pranks."
Harry watched as Sirius and Moony looked at each other in surprise. "I figured you two would work together. So much for the vaunted Marauders."
The cake was served, and Harry sat back, Gabrielle on one side and Luna on the other. "Dance with me later?" Gabrielle asked brightly.
Harry looked at her and grinned. "Your wish is my command." Again, she responded in French and Luna said something back to her, patting her shoulder lightly.
"One day, you two will have to tell me what that's about."
Fleur snorted, choking on her fruit juice. Gabrielle just shook her head swiftly. Luna shrugged as the Delacour adults watched their reactions. "I don't think I should."
Harry eyed the three, then the adults, each finding amusement in his predicament. "I feel ganged up on." Moony chose this moment to stand and rap on a glass.
"Before we continue the fun, there is a tradition to be upheld. OWL results are normally given around this time. I have two envelopes here."
"No one has taken their OWLs, though." Luna and Harry looked at each other and Granger's eyes narrowed as she noted this. "What is going on?"
"I don't entirely know?" Harry looked at Luna questioningly, but Luna gave nothing away.
"As part of his work on the Triwizard, Harry worked extremely hard. He even managed to work ahead. I have his OWL results." Moony set one of the envelopes aside, opening the other. "In History, Runes, and Defense, Harry Potter has achieved all Outstandings. In Arithmancy and Charms, he has received Exceeds Expectations. Additionally, in Defense and Charms, he also completed the bonus with honors. They are also changing the test now. No one expected a Patronus from an OWL student, so no one can use that to get both bonuses anymore."
"Sorry," Harry laughed.
"You got your OWLs early? How?"
"I studied, I applied, I took them." Harry slipped past the implication that he was too stupid to have done so. He was not going to fight on his birthday.
"As for the other envelope," Moony began, then smirked as he looked at Harry, proving that Moony knew he was obviously confused. "Ms. Luna Lovegood has completed two OWLs, both in Magical Creatures and History. In both, she has received Outstandings as well, also gaining an unexpected bonus in Magical Creatures by identifying the only remaining magical creature known about by nonmagicals. Apparently, that will be another change. There will be a new edition to most textbooks on this topic as it was as of yet unknown to the Ministry"
"The duck-billed platypus was never accepted by British magicals until I could produce nonmagical photos of one. Thank you for taking me to the zoo that day, Moony."
"My pleasure, Ms. Lovegood."
"I never knew!" Harry turned, wanting to face her, failing at this. Instead, he was facing Fleur's back as she leapt past him to hug the young girl.
"Luna, that was magnifique!"
Harry poked the French witch in the side, causing her to squeak. "You almost sat in my lap. Don't make me have to duel your boyfriend."
"You tricked a dragon into spitting an egg at you. You can fight her father."
Laurant simply grinned at him. "I could use the exercise."
"Non, papa." She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "I'm keeping him as a spare in case Cedric is a foolish boy and loses my attention."
Harry and Cedric laughed, but Harry couldn't miss Granger's scowl. He remembered Luna's explanation of the allure. Boys fall for it and girls are jealous of it. "I'm no one's spare, Delacour. Just train Cedric better, I guess."
"No need. He's a perfect gentleman."
Waving her off, muttering something about silly French girls, he stood. "A toast to what must be the youngest OWL recipient in some time. I'd say more, but again, she managed to surprise me."
Glasses were raised and there was more conversation and laughter. Harry noticed Granger was quiet and Luna looked at him, raising one eyebrow. Finally, he nodded, walking over to Granger. "So, you don't look very happy for being at a party.
"I…we lost our friendship, didn't we?"
"What was once is now gone," Harry said, realizing he had sounded somewhat like Dumbledore with that comment. He wasn't sure he liked that. "I'm not the same person you knew me as. I know you aren't the same, but I don't what kind of changes to expect."
"I…Viktor said not to ask you about your secrets."
"I suppose some aren't really secrets anymore." Harry sat with her, now off to the side as the others seemed ready to return to the other activities. Winky popped up and asked if they needed anything and he thanked her. "No, Winky, I'm grateful. Make sure you get a slice of cake, too, if you want one. Oh, and can you take one to Dumbledore? Tell him I said to enjoy."
"Yes, sir."
"You have an elf?"
He expected a fight, remembering the SPEW group that she'd started at the beginning of the year, but this time, the question was calculated. "Yes. I do."
"That's how you did it."
"Is that really the most important part of this conversation?" He kept his tone light, but still, her head bowed.
"No." She whispered the answer, but he heard it clearly. "I shouldn't have joined them."
"No, you shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have gotten angry about the broom Third Year."
They were silent and the waves crashed. There was laughter and Harry wanted to join them, but he knew he had to finish this. To clear this up forever, regardless of the outcome.
"Can we fix things?"
"I don't think we should." He turned back to face her and saw tears in her eyes. "I think we should start again. Without the baggage. Without adventures. I don't plan on having any more, honestly. Draco can find a cliff and jump, I'm not here to put him in his place and have no need to try. I've basically neutered him with the loss of the Black fortune. I'm leaving Gryffindor. May leave Hogwarts. I'm still waffling a bit on that one."
"But…"
"I thought you made friends this year."
"I pushed them away. I drove them nuts. Now, Ron's gone."
"I hope he leaves the country. I'm not sure he could deal with the restrictions on him." He waited for her to defend him, to ask if he had to press charges. She surprised him.
"You did what you had to do. I hope you don't blame yourself."
"I don't. I regretted having to do it, but I wouldn't have done anything different. What if he'd gone after you? Luna? I wouldn't have wanted him to hurt even Cho and I think she's the worst student there, even more so than Draco."
"You call him Draco and me Granger?"
"There's only one Granger that I deal with. I've had dealings with father and son in that case." He shook his head. "Same reason I call Ron either that or Ronald. There are nine Weasleys." He sighed at that reminder. Two neutral, three friendly and four either outright hostile or simply cold. Arthur's response had hurt him more than he realized until that moment.
"So, start over?"
"Maybe study Runes together."
"You can't be in Fifth Year, though, can you?"
He smirked, "Halfway through Sixth. Turns out I have a thing for languages." He hissed at her softly, asking if she understood in Parseltongue. She shivered but spoke quickly after.
"I hate that sound. I'm not afraid."
"Turns out that half of the magicals in India speak the tongue. Snakes play a large part in their magic. That's why the Patils never shunned me over it. I actually asked Parvati about it this year, during one of my rare forays amongst the student body. She didn't understand the confusion about it."
"I didn't know that."
"Luna taught me a few things. She earned her Creatures OWL, I'm sure." He took a breath. "Dumbledore asked me to encourage you against doing what I did. I did it for a way out. I can transfer with OWLs. You don't want to move ahead of the others. Even if you could take them all this year before time, you'd be in a class with students older than you. You already have a gap now. Don't add to it."
"Are you telling me what to do?" She seemed to be irritated by this.
"No, I'm not." He kept his eyes on the others, feeling the draw more and more. "I'm telling you what he told me to say. My words, his message." He shrugged again, then stood, stretching. "Think about it. Viktor knows how to get a letter to me. If you want to start over, I'm willing. I just won't be who I was before I asked the unforgiveable question. That Harry is gone."
He walked down the stairs, then over to Gabrielle. She was teasing Viktor, who played along with her for a bit, but seemed relieved that Harry was down there.
"No one was injured, I see."
"Her pride, my memories…nothing permanent, though." He smiled, then held his hand out to Gabrielle. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I owe someone a dance."
It took two songs before he was ready to talk to anyone. The advantage to Gabrielle not speaking English well was that she didn't ask questions. Soon, though, Luna tapped Gabrielle on the shoulder and whispered something. Gabrielle rose up on her tip toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you." She walked off and went back to whatever game she was teasing Viktor with. Granger was apparently still on the deck, with the adults, other than Sirius and Hestia. Those two had joined the younger ones dancing
"How did it go?"
"Don't you know?"
"No, I'm not peeking. I want you to tell me." She lifted her hand and touched her pendant. "Still active."
Harry sighed, taking one of her hands and walking away from the others. "She had to learn the hard truth that we weren't just going to start back like nothing had happened."
"Are you going back to Hogwarts?"
He looked at her for a long moment, then resumed walking. "Yes." He shook his head. "I'm going to be there with you, asking for a place in Hufflepuff. Might be fun to plow Cho on the pitch with a good Feint."
Luna looked at him oddly. "I don't know a lot about Quidditch."
"You'll get to see it if I get the Seeker spot. If you want, that is." He chuckled. "Might mean I get to teach you something."
"Okay." She smiled and, to his eye, just seemed content.
They paused by a small outcropping of palms on the beach. They were still in view of everyone, but far enough away they could really talk. "I feel like I'm rethinking so much of my life now. I didn't know what I wanted to do growing up. Hearing that fake Moody talk made being an Auror sound interesting. I certainly liked Tonks and the other guy when I met them."
"You don't want to do that, though, do you?"
"No." They sat on a hammock, both staring out into the water. "I think I'm tired of fighting."
"You've certainly had more than your share." She took a deep breath of the sea breeze. "So, what now?"
"I want to find out more of what's in the world of magic in Britain…maybe outside of it, too." He shook his head. "I love Quidditch, but if it were my job, I think that would ruin it."
"You're only fifteen years old, Harry. You don't have to decide today."
"Do you know? What you want to do, I mean."
Luna shrugged. "I think I want to work with the Department of Mysteries. My mother was there. I know about her notes, even if she probably wasn't supposed to bring them home. As long as I didn't have to work with the Arch, I think I would enjoy that. But I'm still thinking."
"That might be interesting, too." He sighed. "Problem with that idea is that I'd still be working for the Ministry. I don't think I trust them."
"Not to influence you, but the Department of Mysteries is rather autonomous. Since so many projects are secrets, even from the Minister, they can't really do much there."
That made the idea more interesting to him. They were silent for a long while, watching the waves come in. "I'd like you to stay at Hogwarts. I would love to have a friend there."
"You might make more friends in Hufflepuff. Better ones, even."
She looked back at him. "You're not disposable. I know Ron hurt you, but not all friendships will end that way."
He shook his head. He could still tell the amulet was active. "So obvious that you don't have to cheat to tell, right?"
"It's not cheating." She smiled, though. "You were very hurt this year."
He knew. "You were the only one who stuck with me. I worry about losing you."
She stood, stepping in front of him. He started to stand, but she put her hand on his cheek. "I already know, Harry. I've known for a while, even if you weren't sure. If you ask me, I will say yes." She leaned forward and kissed him on the opposite cheek, then turned and walked away.
He sat in stunned silence for a moment, watching as she walked away. She did pause once, glancing back at him, then smiled and continued back to the deck for another drink.
Fleur and Viktor walked over, "So, what was that?" Fleur asked, teasing.
"I…"
"He does not know."
"I feel the need to tell Sirius to shut up now, but he's not here." Harry sighed. "I'm honestly surprised."
Fleur gave a satisfied chuckle. "No, I told him I would curse him to change him into a woman like I did the Weasley boy." She smirked. "Hestia is now asking to learn that spell to keep him in line."
Harry began to laugh, bending over at the waist and falling straight out of the hammock. "I hope she keeps him. I'm buying her a leash for Christmas."
Viktor was the next to speak. "What?"
"He's a dog Animagus. Big black dog, kinda shaggy."
"I saw him. He was at the castle! Your tutor was…he was the other tutor!" Fleur's jaw dropped. "You hid a wanted criminal in the castle the entirety of the Tournament?"
"Almost. He came a few weeks after I asked the question…maybe I week, I can't recall."
She sighed. "You…ran rings around us in that Tournament."
"Around everyone. I'm telling you, asking that question was the smartest thing I'd ever done."
Fleur helped him to his feet, and he dusted himself off. "I think you have a smarter question to ask."
"I just…" Harry looked back to the water for a long moment. "Why would she want me?"
Fleur sat on the hammock, Viktor conjuring a beach chair for himself. She patted the seat next to her. "Sit down, little brother." He sat, feeling like he was being teased, but not sure how to act.
"Your homelife was…bad, yes?"
Harry looked at Viktor and shrugged. "The Dursleys hated me. I didn't really like them either."
"I had wondered, Harry." Fleur wrapped her arm around him and held him for a long moment. "She asked me the same question." Fleur was quiet. "I feel like I shouldn't tell you, but for her sake I will." She pushed him back so that they were eye to eye. "You both have so much doubt but are so special and neither of you realize it."
"For this…" He gestured to his forehead, then put his hands in his lap.
"Forgot again, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Still, that's why everyone looked at me."
"She didn't. She wanted a friend. I did, too." She nudged him. "She and I are alike, in some ways. We have different gifts, are misunderstood, bullied." She was silent. "I'm grateful you helped me find Cedric as a friend, first. I never would have believed he was any different than the others. He learned Occlumency, too, just to help deflect my allure. He's not as good as you at it, but I think it's the hard life you lived that makes you resist."
"I do hate being controlled."
"You have no idea how close you were to getting a betrothal contract for my sister."
"She's too young."
"She asked. Luna's been gentle about it. Another thing I'm grateful for."
Harry stood, then hugged Fleur. "I wish you were my big sister. I never had family I could go to."
"Now you have a godfather, an uncle, a couple sisters, a couple brothers and a girl who loves you."
"I need to go do something." He walked over to where Luna was sitting under the now glowing lanterns, the sun beginning to set and a few fires on the beach lighting by unseen elvish hands. "Hey, Luna?"
She looked up at him and smiled, patting the beach towel next to her. "I was just thinking that a penguin could have a lot of fun on this beach."
"Flightless bird, Luna…though I'll think about it." He sat down, then leaned over to her and spoke quietly. "I have a question to ask."
"Dangerous things, questions."
There was a thudding in the sand as Sirius dropped to his knees behind them. Harry started and turned as Luna looked back. "What are you to doing?"
"I…what?"
"You two are being too serious." There was a bit of hesitation in his words and Harry groaned.
"Sirius, you're drunk."
"Nah, I could have a few more and be fine. What was I saying…oh, yeah, you're being too serious and the only one who can be serious here is—" Whatever he was going to say, though Harry assumed it was the Unforgiveable Pun, as Moony had named it, stopped as Harry and Luna simultaneously drew and cast. Luna's spell seemed to be to silence him, but Harry used a modified Banisher to skip him backwards.
Several other spells joined his from behind and Harry shook his head. "Purebloods cannot hold their drink."
"He seems to be more affected due to his Azkaban experience. I think he's trying to be like he was before, but not able to live up to it."
"Right," Harry exhaled. The moment was gone. He was going to bury that man at the tideline and let the crabs have him.
"I think you were saying something, Harry."
"I…" He glanced back and saw Fleur approaching from the palms, wand in hand and a look in her eyes that made him double check for feathers on her skin. The adults on the deck were leaning forward, ready to watch.
"I…well…I have a question."
Luna smiled and took his hand. "I think we covered that."
"Yes…but you already said yes. How do I know which question you said yes to?" Harry ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm scared."
"Try. I won't yell at you."
"What if I get it wrong?"
"I did say I'd say yes, which is a dangerous gamble for me. Plus, you gave me a pebble. A rather large pebble, but still a pebble."
"I…what?"
"Look it up." She smiled a shy smile, the first time her nerves showed to him. "Can I hear you ask anyway?"
Harry sat in the train station, watching the clock. A few students had passed through the portal, heading to the train. Surprisingly, he'd seen a few redheads, usually late, but now on time. As their parents weren't there, they casually passed by him and touched his shoulders lightly. Harry had worked out a method of contact over the summer, letters that were delivered via Winky. To anyone but them with a set password, it would look like a description of the weather and a chess move.
He'd smiled at the contact. Luna had been banned from the Burrow, too, after news got out about her interactions with him. She was sending letters, too, using the same method. He was glad to see Ginny's renewed friendship with the girl. He had hated seeing Luna hurt over that growing distance.
Hermione had walked past. They had exchanged some notes on his Arithmancy work. He'd made a few suggestions based on the OWLs for study materials. Like he'd suggested, they had started again as study friends.
Viktor had kept his word and they had corresponded over the summer. He was busy with Quidditch, but still kept in contact with Hermione. He hoped that the growing relationship would give her some kind of confidence in something other than her scholastic pursuits.
Fleur not only wrote but had worked out some kind of mirror contact. Sirius had grinned seeing that, saying that the Marauders had had the same kind of thing. Harry had two, one that worked and one that was unlinked. He was working on an idea based on an addressing system. If he could work the scheme out, he might be set up a nationwide network or even further, depending on the range of the signal from the mirrors.
A face he would not see this year, but still in contact was Cedric. He had gotten a place with the Wasps. Harry had teased him mercilessly about becoming the next Bagman, only stopping when he got a package with a Niffler inside. Sirius wanted to punish him at first, then just portkeyed it to the house his mother had lived in. "Let it destroy the place there."
Leaning back, he looked at the sky overhead and grinned. Sirius and Hestia were still dating. Sirius had received a settlement from the Ministry and he'd used that to invest in a small mail order business he'd learned about somehow. The twins were now a regular pair of guests at the Black home, talking business and design. They had sold it as a part time job to their mother, working on artifact development. She had loved the idea and hoped that it would encourage them in their studies. She has no idea.
"Did you fall asleep on the bench?"
Harry smiled at the voice, standing and hugging Luna tightly. "I missed you."
"We saw each other last week, Harry." She straightened his yellow and black trimmed robes. "The badge looks good on you."
"And you, Ms. Lovegood, look beautiful in your new uniform." He brushed an errant lock of hair behind her ear.
"Shall we get a compartment?"
"That sounds good." He took her trunk, shrank it, then slipped it into his pocket along with his. "So, looking forward to class?"
"I heard Hestia had taken a leave of absence to fill the Defense slot."
"Sirius never told me that."
"He was worried about the Defense curse. You were involved in three of the four of them leaving."
"Four. I did get him found in the trunk by working with Snape." He shook his head. "No, I think this year will either be quiet, or I won't be involved." With that, they boarded the train, Luna's fingers interlaced through his own.
A/N: Hard to believe, but that's number two in the press for me.
So, no, I didn't end with "All is well" or a reference to his scar. He doesn't have one anymore…at least not that one. Still has the scars from other things, but the important part in this story is that he is going to leave some of the internal scars behind.
I think Ron got off easily in this story. I read one recently where the author promised no harm to Weasley's in the story and in his final notes, basically announced that Ron starved to death in a prison cell because he was too stupid to save himself. I may not like him, but I don't think I've ever characterized him like that. Yet.
There was a reference to an event negated by changes. I'll give you a clue, it wasn't Riddle who declared Cedric a spare, but Harry now the spare for Cedric if he failed. The idea amused me.
Also, for a laugh, picture the Niffler that was dropped in Grimmauld somehow finding the horcrux and getting it around its neck, then Riddle waking up in the body of an animal. Not possible due to what the Unspeakable said, but still entertaining.
Also, for those who questioned the penguin form as a false positive, nope. I can't imagine getting such a result and not repeating the test. Also, did you know that penguins give stones to their significant others? And Harry, with Moony's assistance, gave Luna a stone…I did kinda plan a thing or two out. Hope you all enjoyed and I am already working on the next thing…several of them. Not sure what it will be that you next see, but I hope it will be enjoyable. Till then, thanks for reading.
