Revenge of the Potergeist, PART ONE
Just when Harry had finally thought he had figured everything out and was well on his way to capturing that rascally ghost Luna tapped him on the shoulder, she did not want to pair off with everyone else and go looking for the ghost apprantly, and she said so.
"Harry," she stammered, fat juicy tear-drops globbing down from her eyes to the rest of her face, "I just can't help you go look for that ghost, I just can't!" She fianly managed. She was really freaking out by this point, had slumped against the wall in the extremities of her raging passions and oozed languidly down to the floor to splash down in a puddle of her own tears.
Harry, being detective, figured he just had a pretty good idea what was going on. Luna had been kidnapped by a ghost recently (see chapter 14, Patil's Apocalypse Part 4) and so she was getting a ptsd period because of those ghastly memories (of being kidnapped by Pavarti as a ghost, so that Harry Potter might kill Hermione, the girl with the lion's heart) and her flow was heavy.
Voldemorts death had many far reaching repercusions, especially among his immediate family, his wife, Dracisillyia, had hung herself to be with her foverever-love once more, and his son, Lupid MacArthur-Fiasco Voldemort Jr, vowed a deadly revenge. In order to get revenge on the people who had so callously murdered his father, Lupin Fiasco Senior, or Mac, to his friends, but anyway, with the power of The Time Child's Lion Heart he would be puissent enough to do just about anything. And he speccifically wanted to kill a whole lot of people, especially the people who did that first to his dad.
, but he had managed to get out of all of that crazy business when the school field trip completely and abruptly interupted everything everyone was doing up until that point. Ron and Ginny, especially, were in quite the state at the start of the trip, because before they left that had been facing off one on one against a whole squadron of Werewolves, who for some crazy reason all had tattered bits of Slythering Quiddicth team uniforms on. The werewolves had all been a real hassle to get onto the plane as well, because they are monsters and monsters aren't accustomed to taking vacations. But once they had been convinced thoroguhly by Professor McGonagol, who had been on the scene already before the whole question of air travel came up because she had heard teh dying screams of everyone else on the Griffindor quidicth team except Ron and Ginny, who-at the time she came out there- were back to back, wands drawn, ankle deep in the mangled bits and pieces of their former team mates, a whole score of dead bodies, a whole playing field litered with the corpses of those who would never be caressed sexually in love or lust by the furious siblings, who saw everyone as a potential lover, regardless of both gender and the fact that they were both completely hetero...
"It's okay Luna," Harry reassured the still crying Luna Lovegood, who sobbed at his feet. She put her hand right onto the floor and gasped. "I know all about how you have had a bad experience being kidnapped by a ghost, I was there remember how Pavarti's ghost came up to you and was all like 'ima kill Hermione' and then did all that stuff?" He said.
"No my dog got hit by a car so I can't help everyone look for the ghost that is stealing everyones weed right from under their noses right after they've smoked it because I am too sad about what I said happened to my dog earlier," is exactly what Luna said to Harry Potter.
Harry had no idea what was going on, but he thought it was pretty funny, he laughed right in her face, clapped her on the back and made about to have his way down the aisle so he could go look for the ghost. Luna's plan had worked perfectly.
Too perfectly...