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Chapter 18

The group walked through platform 9 ¾ and while everyone else inside the station looked rather happy and excited about a new year at Hogwarts. The Potter family and the rest of their friends and allies looked rather amused and confused at the heiress of the Potter family. The reason for that was that, just a few minutes ago, when Harriet was about to cross through the platform, something blocked her entrance, leading Harriet to practically smash her face in the stone wall.

Everyone, of course, rushed to Harriet and see if she was okay, and well. She ended up with a bloody nose and a furious and shameful face.

"Stupid bloody wall… what can they have a door like normal people?! But Nooo! They have to cross a freaking wall because of magic! Stupid thing, stupid all."

Harriet muttered angrily, with a sob. She wasn't crying, not really, but if anyone had ever hit a wall with their face, they could understand the feeling. Hannah slowly patted Harriet's back and Fleur, like a concerned wife, cleaned whatever dirt was on her beloved clothes.

"Well, I hope you have fun dear!" Lily said, smiling and the cute face of her daughter.

"Yeah… I'll have fun," Harriet muttered, puffing her cheeks, and Lily giggled as she kissed her child's cute cheeks.

"Write us, alright? Don't forget," Lily said, and Harriet sighed.

"You're the one who is going on an adventurer. You are the one who would need to write back."

"And I will," Lily said, seriously.

"Hey don't forget about me!" James added with his famous goofy smile as Harriet scoffed gently.

"You're not cute at all," Harriet said and Lily giggled.

"Let me tell you one thing, my dear. All your cuteness came from me!"

"Yeah, sure," Harriet said, as she gave a hug to her father and kissed him on the cheeks softly. After so many years, finally, Harriet was comfortable having a father figure, and she was so happy that it was James, of all people. There were some internal problems inside of her. Harriet knew it, yet all of that was slowly mending itself, as the unconditional love of her parents was fixing those past traumas. Everyone deserved love and a family. Harriet was sure of it now.

"I'll see you both later."

Lily and James saw their daughter stepping inside the train, as the rest of the kids said their goodbyes to their families. Once again, the adults-only wave their hands, watching their children go, and no matter how much time has passed since the first year. It was hard to see it. But they knew. They would see them soon. However, the year ahead of them would surely be interesting.

Harriet walked inside the cabin as the rest sat down in their respective places. Yet, she noticed how crowded it was becoming for them.

"Whoah, this is so constricted! I don't think they made the cabin for so many people," Hermione whispered.

"We'll need a bigger cabin in the future," Neville said.

"Or we could just put Fleur on a diet," Nymphadora teased, as she earned a scoff from the French beauty.

"My weight is not the problem. It never was, and never would be."

"That's a lot of confidence," Hannah pointed out, with her own teasing tone.

"Yeah… but perhaps you should be careful with what you eat," Susan joined the chat.

"I don't think you're that fat...! Well... not really... maybe?" Hermione added, trying to make things better and failing miserably.

"That's hurtful, Hermione," Tracey said with a smile.

"French cuisine can be quiet… heavy in girls from what I read," Blaise said, with a large smirk on his face. The rest started to giggle. Fleur had quite an angry face, but at the same time, a worried one. As she looked at her belly with concern. It should not be possible that she gained weight. Right? The rest of the kids just started to laugh, since it was quite funny to tease the overseer of the guardians in such a fashion.

"Mon amour, I am not fat, right?" Fleur asked Harriet, who seemed lost in thought.

"Uh? Fat…?" Harriet replied, dozing off from her thoughts as she looked at the French girl, and hummed. Harriet then brought her hands underneath Fleur's exquisite blouse, and it made the Veela squeal in excitement. However, Harriet was just touching those quite amazing sets of abs and nodded seriously.

"You're not fat, my dear. You are just the way I want you to be," Harriet said, giving her a thumbs-up, and Fleur only blushed deeply.

"Ah~! Mon amour~!" Fleur moaned, as she hugged Harriet, who only chuckled. Of course, she wasn't the only one who was quite jealous of the reaction. Nymphadora took her blouse off, leaving only a sports bra on her, and she approached Harriet with a huge smirk.

"I do have these bad boys too!" Nymphadora declared as she showed an amazing set of muscles on her body. She was toned and defined and Harriet only stared with her mouth open as she saw the famous "Sixpack". Harriet, being the one she was, touched them and couldn't believe how attracted she was to them. She truly loved fit girls, and they made Nymphadora and Fleur for her.

Nymphadora, or well, Lupusregina, gave a smirk, almost mocking the overseer of the guardians. Fleur, or Albedo, knew that currently. They were on equal footing while they were with their lady. They had to act accordingly, and so, they put aside their ranks and everything for the current time. So, that means that the rest could just act like that, like normal friends. Teasing each other, and really making the Overseer annoyed.

"Amazing…!" Harriet whispered, while slowly caressing Nymphadora's amazingly toned abdomen. Fleur, of course, could play the same game as the Pleiades maid, and took her blouse off, leaving only a blue and elegant bra.

"Mines are way better!" Fleur declared and Harriet could only look like a pervert old man as she touched both girls' abs with joy. Harriet had to admit that she felt very attracted and lustful to those two. How could she not? They were gorgeous women with incredible bodies. Yet, the other girls had a lot to offer as well.

"Very… nice," Harriet whispered, smiling.

Daphne, Tracey, Susan, Hannah, and Hermione all looked at each other and nodded. Then, took their clothes off and showed their own bodies to Harriet, who was quite amused by the whole thing. She didn't know why they were doing it, but she was happy to join in. Blaise and Neville only sighed at the sight of the girls who seemed to forget they were even there. Yet, something happened that made Blaise intrigued and was that, from the door of the cabin, he saw two little first-year-old students walking by. They walked fast, but Demiurge could see a set of eyes that he recognized instantly.

"Could it be…?" Blaise whispered.

"Blaise?" Neville asked.

"I think… I saw them," Blaise said, and that brought the attention of Harriet, who had her face buried on Susan's belly, enjoying the soft skin of the red-haired girl who was giggling at the many tickles.

"Saw who?" Harriet asked, and Blaise only smiled, but his eyes went directly to Fleur, who was not even bothered by her current state of dress.

"Two little friends of ours… maybe they are lost," Blaise said, and Fleur and the rest grew quiet for a bit.

"Lost…?" Harriet asked.

"Don't worry, Harriet. I'll see if there is something they need, while you girls enjoy… whatever you're doing," Blaise said, and Fleur gave a slight nod. The overseer wonder if it could truly be them. But that would be for later.

"I'll go with him," Neville said.

Harriet tilted her head and wondered what they were talking about. "Mm, that was weird. Blaise offering to help first-year?" She muttered.

"Don't worry, Harriet. He could have a heart sometimes," Daphne said.

"Uh… I see."

"Well, now that we are like this… should we change to our Hogwarts clothes?" Nymphadora said, and well, the girls just shrugged it off. They were already in a state of almost undress, so it would be better if they just do it, anyway. However, Harriet looked at her hand and noticed the ring already on her finger and got confused.

I don't remember putting it on. That's weird. Harriet thought.

"Harriet, are you alright?" Hermione asked as she seem to forget any shame of her body since being surrounded by an already beautiful girl was quite the confidence boost.

"Ah, nothing, just dozing off, that's all."

"Oh, alright."

"Whoah, let's get naked!" Tracey yelled as she removes her panties and hit Daphne in the face with them. That didn't end well for the brunette girl, who was now being punished by Hannah for not being a proper lady and whatnot. Harriet chuckled as she went back to the ring, and still wonder, what type of secret it holds. She would have to find out.

The arrival at Hogwarts was normal for a moment until the Hufflepuff table stared at her, Harriet was amused by how the badgers received her. Cedric came out of nowhere and embrace her. He hugged her and moved her around like she was a sack of potatoes.

"Haha! This is our little savior!" Cedric yelled and the Hufflepuff table cheered.

"And our seeker!" Heidi said, and the rest of the Quidditch group applauded.

"Alright! Alright! Down, Cedric! Down!" Harriet exclaimed while watching the face of Fleur, who was almost at the edge of a mental breakdown.

"Sorry, but we are happy to see you! This is a new year and we are excited!" The golden boy of Hufflepuff said with a big smile on his face. That annoying bright smile blinded Harriet.

AH! That bloody beautiful smile! I hate you, Cedric! I hate you and your beautiful face! Harriet thought in dismay.

"Well, I guess, the feeling is share… oh yeah, before I forget. Everyone, please say hello to Fleur Delacour."

Fleur smiled at them. Or something like that. It was mostly a type of smile that hide a hostile nature. A dangerous animal and everyone at Hufflepuff's table could see it. They could also see that. The French girl was quite gorgeous in every sense of the word. The men, of not only Hufflepuff, but the other houses only stared at the beautiful French girl with those dangerous curves on her body and felt quite joyful she was there. Yet, for the looks of it. Fleur wasn't interested in any of them.

"She is my mate, and… girlfriend… and wife… kind of," Harriet said, smiling, and everyone in the Great Hall reacted with shock. Fleur hugged Harriet from behind, bringing the green-eyed girl to her embrace, and quickly glared at everyone in the hall.

"And as everyone can see… she is quite possessive," Harriet said, smiling.

The rest of the hall was only awkwardly staring at the hissing girl, while Harriet only smiled happily at them. Yet, it had to end since soon, the sorting would begin. Professor McGonagall approached Fleur and firmly told her to wait for the first year. After all, traditions still applied to every new student, no matter the age.

"It's okay, Fleur. I'll see you soon," Harriet said, gently, as Fleur did not want to leave her. Yet, the Veela had little choice on the matter.

"Don't worry, Fleur, I'll take care of her," Nymphadora said, as she brought Harriet to her embrace.

"You…!" Fleur hissed.

"Miss Delacour, if you will," Professor McGonagall said, pushing the angry Veela away.

"You do enjoy annoying her," Harriet chuckled, as she sat down on the Hufflepuff table, while Nymphadora laughed. But had to admit, she did enjoy doing so.

"We can share you, so, I don't mind," Nymphadora whispered in Harriet's ear, and the Girl-Who-Lived only giggled.

"I'm sure you do," Harriet said, noticing the smirking face of the oldest Hufflepuff. However, Nymphadora looked at Harriet with a serious face.

"I'm serious, Harriet… we don't mind at all. Bloody hell, the other girls would not mind joining as well!"

It rather confused Harriet, the sudden declaration of love, or, well, it wasn't love. But devotion. Harriet looked at Hannah and Susan and saw the same face on them. They were serious, and at the prospect of truly having such lovely ladies at her disposal, was rather attractive. But then again, why?

"You're offering yourself to me… all of you, I can only wonder, why?" Harriet asked with a rather honest tone of voice and Nymphadora smiled.

"Because you're the most important person in our lives, Harriet. We love you. Besides, Fleur has already told you, right? Whatever you wish, she'll accept."

Harriet stared at Nymphadora and had to admit that hearing the reason for the devotion was rather startling.

"We are yours... now and forever," Nymphadora said fiercely.

"I see," Harriet replied, and Nymphadora gave a small kiss to Harriet's lips, just a little peck on her red and soft lips, and beamed.

"Think about it," the pink-haired witch said. Harriet only nodded slowly; a bit dumbfounded but decided to not lose sleep about it. So far, it was a delightful prospect for the future.

Well, this is quite weird. Harriet thought, amused.

Her thought was interrupted by the arrival of the first-year old students and the weird and rather annoying sorting hat song. Harriet giggled at the sight of Fleur being surrounded by kids. Especially since the poor boys looked at her with their mouths open. The French girl scoffed at them, and she even gave a small "karate chop" to one kid who asked her to be his girlfriend. It was very hilarious.

"Now, students, please gather around. Headmaster Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

Harriet narrowed her eyes, watching the old man taking the stand. She noticed, however, Dumbledore's tired face. He seemed better for days, and Harriet had to admit that she was intrigued by why he looked the way he does. But, nevertheless, she would keep an eye on it.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore boasted, pushing away his weariness and exhaustion.

"Now, before we began the sorting ceremony. I'll like to introduce our new teacher of Defenses against the Dark arts. Please welcome, professor Gilderoy Lockhart!"

Many cheered, mostly the females of the school, while there were some others who only stared in disgust. Severus Snape had a dark scowl on his face, and Harriet was sure. He was having an aneurysm of sorts. Yet, Harriet was happy to have one of her favorite authors in the school. Although, she doesn't know if he was qualified to be a teacher. Yet, it wasn't that bad, or so she hoped.

"Now, now, I am sure we are going to give our utmost support to our new teacher in hopes he doesn't die painfully, like the last one."

Dumbledore said with a hiding amusement, that even Harriet was surprised to hear. Yet, the face Gilderoy made when he heard those words was something someone could frame on a wall. It was hilarious. He only chuckled nervously, while Severus Snape whispered about how painful the death of the last teacher was. Surely, adding more flavor. Yet, Dumbledore carried on, with the usual prospect, telling the first-years the same thing he always said every year. However, during all that time, Harriet hissed in pain.

She looked down at her finger and saw the mysterious ring. It was sparkling, and Harriet wasn't sure of what it was. But it felt as if was burning, still, only lasted for a few seconds. However, all things considered, Harriet sense that the ring wanted to talk to her, in some way. A rather strange thing to say about a ring. But, Harriet, among the many things she was thinking, wondered if the ring could be a sort of special item, just like her cloak. Maybe if she used both. Harriet may activate something. She would have to see.

"Fleur Delacour!"

Harriet looked at the French girl, who huffed as she sat down on the chair.

"As many of you know… we have a transferred student from Beauxbaton's Academy of magic. Please let her feel welcome," Dumbledore said with a gentle smile, and many of the older students whistle and started to get Fleur's attention. Harriet did not like it. She, in fact, hissed at those people. Fleur could see the face of her beloved one and quickly set things straight.

"I have zero interest in any of you!" Fleur growled, and the hall grew silent. Professor McGonagall looked at the French girl with a baffled face.

"I am married and mated! So, forget about even breathing the same air as me!" Fleur declared. "I belong to no one else but to my beloved Harriet Potter!"

Harriet looked at everyone, who were all staring at her, and with only her glared they all back off. She then smiled at Fleur and winked at her. McGonagall coughed as she then put the hat on. The hat reacted the only way he could.

"Ha! What Gryffindor way to do things!"

The sorting hat said out loud, and Fleur's face transformed into a scowl. Yet, suddenly the sorting hat went quiet and so did Fleur, whatever conversation both of them were having, it seems to be quite the heated discussion. Harriet knew that the sorting hat was like an item of sorts. And was bounded to secrecy, so not even the headmaster could know the mind of his students. So, she wondered, what were both talking about with so intensity?

"Well, that's taking quite a long time," Nymphadora whispered, and Hannah and Susan nodded.

"She looks quite annoyed," Hannah noticed.

"Yeah, why does she look quite angry?" Susan asked.

"I don't know, but… maybe it has to do with her weight?" Nymphadora teased.

The sudden noise of Fleur stomping the ground startled the entire hall, as she kept on stomping the ground. The stone seemed to crack a bit under her feet that even professor McGonagall looked surprised by the sheer power of the girl.

"I say at once!" Fleur growled loudly.

"Ha! Kids these days have no respect for their elders!" the hat grumbled.

"But so be it… your loyalty and love for her are quite… intense. And good luck… with whatever you're… all of you are planning."

The hat muttered lowly, and many were quite confused about what those words mean, yet they would never know.

"Hufflepuff!" the hat yelled, and the badgers started to clap quite happily, especially the men and some girls, since while it was true that they would never have a chance with the French beauty. The more beautiful girls were in their house, the better. Fleur paid no attention to none of them as she immediately showed everyone her strength by picking a very amused Harriet and putting her on her lap, like a sort of cat. Fleur kissed Harriet's cheek and hugged her tightly.

"Am I a sort of teddy bear?" Harriet asked, bewildered.

"Yep," Fleur said, breathing hard on Harriet's neck. Yet, the green-eyed girl noticed how much Fleur was trembling.

"Fleur, are you alright?" Harriet asked, with concern.

"Yeah… I am fine now."

What did the Hat and her talk about? Harriet thought, as she slowly caressed Fleur's hand.

The sorting continues, and Harriet paid little care to it since her mind was on Fleur, so she missed a certain group of new students arriving. Yet, the others did not and they would pay close attention to them in the near future.

"Our own room?" Harriet asked again, and by the way, the head of Hufflepuff looks. She was serious.

"Of course!" Pomona Sprout exclaimed happily. "As a technically married couple under magic law. You two deserve your own room. Don't worry, married couples studying at Hogwarts are nothing new! It has happened before."

"Oh, really?" Fleur asked happily at the prospect of having privacy with her beloved one.

"Most forget that when Hogwarts opened its door, most students were older witches and wizards. Married people. It took a decade or so before children were allowed to enter the school."

"I see… so this is going to our own… room? It looks like a small house."

Harriet told Pomona, who nodded joyfully. The Girl-Who-Lived was mesmerized by the place. It was cozy, with enormous windows, letting the light of the moonlight or sunlight enter the comfortable compact living room. There was a small chimney for those winter days and travel in case of emergency. A round table, enough for four people, and a big empty book shell where books could be stored without a problem. The place was not really enormous or something but had a charming feeling to it. Harriet then, a door that leads to a rather common bathroom with everything necessary for them.

But what truly made Harriet happy was a stairway that was on the left side of the living room that lead to the second floor. And when she climbed up, she could see a big large matrimonial bed, and a large window on top of it, where if she lay down, and looked up. She could see the beautiful night sky. She squealed happily and lean back on the now balcony where she could see the living room from where she was and smiled.

"This is beautiful, professor!" Harriet exclaimed.

"I'm happy you like it, miss Potter. A couple who loved comfortable small places made this place," the head of Hufflepuff said.

"What do you think, Fleur?" Harriet asked her Veela mate and the French girl only smiled at her.

"It's perfect."

"Well, now, ladies. It is getting late, so I recommend resting. Tomorrow we have a long day!"

Pomona left as then, Harriet sighed contently as she lay on the large and comfortable bed. She never thought that marriage could lead to so many good things. Yet, there she was, in her own little house. And she loved it.

"This is certainly better than I expected," Fleur said as she sat on the edge of the bed, smiling at the content face of Harriet, who simply sat next to her, smirking.

"Yeah, it is… although it's quite empty. I think we'll need to add something here and there to make it even more comfortable. After all, this is going to be our home for the next months."

"Mm, that's true," Fleur murmured, softly leading on Harriet's shoulder.

"Are you tired?" Harriet asked gently.

"Something like that… Harriet, my dear, I would like to ask you something," Fleur said softly, and Harriet tilted her head and stared at those gorgeous eyes of Fleur. Those deep and bright blue eyes.

"Do you have… dreams?" Fleur asked.

"Uh…? Dreams?" Harriet replied, not understanding the question.

"Well, sometimes… mostly about food," Harriet said, earning a sigh from Fleur.

"No… but about something… else. Like a past life?"

"Past… life?" Harriet muttered.

"Yeah… like something is calling for you… something bigger and… old."

Fleur asked, and Harriet could honestly say that she had little idea of what Fleur was talking about. Yet, she does have dreams of her old life. Those memories weren't going anywhere. But most of those memories were ugly and awful to her. The only good ones were about Yggdrasil, but the thought of it made her heart clench.

Fleur and Albedo were the same people, and that's why. The overseer wanted to see if there was something inside her beloved that would lead her to believe. That she would remember. Yet, the only thing the gorgeous girl saw on her lover's face was worry and pain.

"Don't interfere!"—A life must go on and happiness needs to be found before reality sinks in! Let the Guild-master live a normal life! Let her discover Nazarick before announcing yourself! Or the consequences of your prying could be devastating!

"Dark cover Operation!"—As a guardian of The Great Tomb of Nazarick, your job is to protect your lady at all costs without telling her who you are! You're forbidden to say, announce, or even leave clues for her! Not following this requirement would lead to a punishment for your lady! Don't do it!

"Gather all Guardians!"—The rest of the Guardians are there, somewhere! Gather them and find a way to unlock your true powers and the door to the Great Tomb of Nazarick!

Fleur saw those quests many times before. She hated them. They were stupid and rather offensive. Yet, she does not know whom, or what type of entity put those clauses there. Then again, whatever that entity was, it seems it was a cruel one. Nevertheless, Albedo, with the rest of the guardians, who had a similar set of quests, dared not to go against it. Because, if they do. Then, it would be their lady who gets punished. Why? She doesn't know.

It doesn't make sense… why can't we do it? If we just tell who we are to our lady, maybe she'll remember us! Why… why these locks are on us?! Albedo thought, with anger and desperation. She hated being powerless, and even more. Albedo hated being pushed around. Yet, she swears that one day. She would find whoever send them to this world and made them follow those ridiculous quests, and made them pay.

"Fleur…?" Harriet asked, worried.

"Ah… sorry, just lost in thought," Fleur replied quickly, not wanting to worry her lady.

Harriet nodded, but she could sense something bothering Fleur. And she honestly hated it. Fleur has been nothing but dear to her, besides. Harriet felt as if it was her duty to make sure her mate was happy. So, with that, she stood up and put herself in front of Fleur, who only stared at her, confused by the sudden movement and without wasting more time. Harriet put her arms around Fleur's neck and kissed her deeply.

"Oh…!"

Fleur only said, surprised by the attack of Harriet's lips. The Girl-Who-lived did not want to be a promiscuous girl. Well, she was not a child. Technically speaking. But she would not lie and say that sexual exploration wasn't something she would avoid. Still, she only wanted to make Fleur feel better.

"I am here, don't be sad, alright?" Harriet whispered.

Harriet expected a reaction of sorts, but she was not expecting tears running down from Fleur's eyes. The French girl sobbed as she hugged Harriet tightly. Now, that was awkward for Harriet, since she only patted Fleur's back, trying to calm her mate.

"There, there," Harriet muttered, as Fleur kept on sobbing.

"You're here… you're here," Fleur kept saying. Harriet sighed but had to smile.

"I'm here… and not going anywhere," Harriet whispered, and Fleur nodded.

"Let's go to sleep, shall we?"

Fleur looked at Harriet and sniffed, something that Harriet found cute and giggle.

"Yeah… let's go to sleep."

Harriet chuckled as they went off to bed.

The next day came, and well, Harriet woke up to the feeling of Fleur's rather enormous set of breasts on her face. A rather good way to wake up to be sure. Harriet moaned as she had to wake up at the sounds of someone or something knocking on the window. So, with a heavy heart, Harriet had to leave Fleur's comfortable embrace to see what was going on.

And well, to Harriet's surprise, the moment she opened the window, her snowy white owl entered the room, and immediately attacked Harriet.

"Ow! Ow! Hedwig, stop!" Harriet exclaimed as the owl started to pinch her head. Fleur, who was only wearing a nightgown, practically jumped out of the bed at the dramatic screams of help.

"Hey! Stop, Fleur! It's Hedwig, she is angry, that's all," Harriet said, while Hedwig looked at Fleur with quite an arrogant smirk.

"Are you sure? We could get rid of her… I could get you a new one, better looking, and with manners," Fleur hissed and Hedwig only scoffed, or something like that.

"No, she is just angry. I didn't tell her about my new room. Hedwig would often wake me up for breakfast, so when she didn't find me with Hannah and Susan, she got mad… I'll make it up to you, alright?" Harriet said, slowly stroking the soft feathers, and Hedwig like a diva only huffed.

"She is quite the princess, isn't she?" Harriet giggled, and Fleur groaned.

"An ugly, and fat one, no doubt," Fleur muttered, and Hedwig then attacked Fleur by taking the Veela wand out of her hand. Fleur did not like it at all, and both fought around the living room.

Hedwig was flying around, while Fleur was trying to reach her.

"Foutu rat volant!" Fleur growled angrily, but Harriet only smiled.

"I'll take a shower, have fun," Harriet said while leaving behind both angry females.

After leaving her new room with a quite grumpy Fleur, holding her hand. Harriet found Hannah and Susan already waiting for her in the hallway leading to the Great Hall. Yet, what Harriet wasn't expecting was the sight of a girl, a first-year girl with quite blond hair. It was almost silver and had two gentle eyes.

"Oh, Harriet, hello!" Hannah said.

"Good morning," Susan added too, but the small girl with rather long silver hair only tilted her head at Harriet, who replied by tilting her head too.

"Good morning, both of you… and who are you?" Harriet asked, noticing how the girl had quite the strange things on her uniform. Also, Harriet noticed that the girl was barefoot.

A Ravenclaw? Harriet thought.

"Oh… you don't have Wrackspurts… they are different… in your head."

"Ah… mosquitos?"

"No, Wrackspurts… they're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy. Be careful."

Harriet was completely lost, and she only stared at Hannah and Susan, wondering who was the crazy girl was.

"She is Luna Lovegood… she was lost… uh, we found her… walking… around," Hannah said nervously, as Luna only smiled at Harriet.

"Ah… nice to meet you, Luna," Harriet muttered.

"Oh… I know you… you're here… with the throne."

"Eh…? Throne…? What?" Harriet stuttered as Hannah and Susan looked panicked, and so did Fleur.

"Yeah… she speaks to me when I am sleeping. She would sometimes use my body to walk around… that's why I wake up in different places. But I trust her… she is not evil. She is good."

Harriet was sure Luna was crazy or something. No normal person would speak like that. But it seems as if logic was not something Luna knew about.

"Okay," Harriet whispered.

"Mm, yeah… that's true. I think… it would look good too. Thank you, Apple."

"Apple?" Harriet looked at Fleur, who only smiled forcibly at her. Luna was speaking alone, or well, not alone. The silver-haired girl was looking around as if she was trying to catch something in the air. Then Luna giggled as she reached into her pockets for some weird stickers. And without asking for permission, Luna put a sticker on Harriet's cheek.

"Cute. Goodbye."

Luna then turned around and strolled away, singing a strange song. Harriet wasn't sure of what was happening, but one thing was sure. That girl was something else.

"What a weird girl."

Harriet only mutter as she walked towards the Great Hall, while Susan and Hannah only sighed deeply. Fleur, however, was not so relaxed.

"Keep an eye on her," Fleur whispered.

"We'll do what we can," Hannah replied.

"What about the rest?" Susan asked.

"Mm… Demiurge and Sebas… will take care of the twins."

Both Pleiades only sighed deeply, but as soon, Fleur said that, from the entrance of the Great Hall. They heard a small squeal and immediately they saw a small boy, or well, girl, on top of Harriet.

"Ow," Harriet groaned, annoyed, not liking how the morning was going.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm looking for my brother!"

Harriet was about to snap back at the girl on top of her, but she suddenly froze while looking into those eyes. Those beautiful and unique eyes. The girl had very messy, dirty blond hair and a very androgynous look. It was hard to say if she was a boy or a girl. That girl was a tomboy, without a doubt.

"Miss Scamander!" Professor McGonagall screamed as the girl with heterochromia eyes squealed as she stood up quickly and, smirking, only ran away.

"Sorry professor! I need to look for my brother!" The girl left leaving behind a very annoyed and tired professor while Harriet only stood up slowly.

"Those eyes…" Harriet whispered.

"Harriet, are you alright?" Fleur asked.

"Uh, yeah… just… surprise… it seems the firsts years are quite interesting," Harriet said while looking in the girl's direction. Wondering why she felt so strange. Maybe it was just coincidences. Who knows? Yet, it was clear that the upcoming year was going to be a wild ride for her.