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Mrs. J.K., Bloody Internet is getting more and more complicated for this old man. It used to be an option to have, now you can't do a fucking thing if you have not one! It is a conspiracy! I even need a connection to play Solitaire! Yeah, I needed to vent for a bit. Bloody WiFi, it's revolting against my will. It could be viruses, though. Ah, I do this for free.

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I put my arms around her and said, "I mean it, Luna. We slept two nights together. We are practically siblings already." I stroked her hair, "I was lonely for years, Luna. I had nobody to talk to; I had no one to turn to for friends or family. Sleeping together creates a bond, don't you think?"

Luna buried her face against my chest, "I was lonely too after Mommy died. Daddy focused on the Quibbler to keep his mind off Mum. Mrs. Weasley got angry when I did not want to listen to her and kept Ginny away. I want to be your sister, Harry."

She looked up at me, "But not for eternity, Harry. I want more in a few years."

I nodded, "I'll be your brother for two years, Luna." Then I got up, "Shower time, sis!"

Luna giggled, "One shower coming up, Bro!"

Meh, thirteen is too young to do naughty stuff, I can wait. Katie will take care of my needs, and I will sate hers, of course. A scumbag you say? Try to remember what you were like when you were thirteen and what you did at that age. I don't need to; I'm thirteen, after all.

5 Two of a kind?

Showered and dressed up in clean clothes, we were ready to leave the RoR. I showed the Map to Luna and explained, while pointing to the people on it. "The Twins gave me this Map yesterday. It shows every person in the castle, except this room, and they found two other rooms that are not on the Map. This Map used to be my Dad's and his friends'. Let's check if someone is at the door of our common rooms… All clear, Sis, you can make the doors."

Luna held her hand up, "Wait for a bit, Harry. The Quibbler comes out today, and your interview will be in it. I told Daddy to send you a copy too."

I smiled at her, "Thanks for the heads up, Luna. That will no doubt kick up a storm. Sit with me at Lunch, will you? They will already know who the reporter is by then."

Luna opened the passageways and said, "I love to sit with you, Harry."

We entered our common room to show we were there; the Ravenclaws don't care, but the Lions need to see me. It's almost seven o'clock, and the first Lions are coming downstairs. It was not unusual for me to be this early. Mostly it was my nightmares that woke me up this early, and I used to read a book until it was time for breakfast. Luna let the room wake us up at six o'clock, meaning she knew I held her tit in my hand. Well, she did not protest.

Xxxxx

Hermione and Ron sat in their usual places at breakfast, Hermione at my left, and Ron at my right, from the time we fought the Troll, and it did not change over the years. Now it feels like I am shielded from others.

I understand why now: For Ron, it was to be in my spotlight as my sidekick, and for Hermione, because nobody else wanted to be her friend, so she is clinging to me. For me? I never had any friends, so I did not notice anything wrong. I do now.

I desperately need a spell to check my food for potions. Who to ask… not the Twins, they are using the elves to help with their pranks. Percy is out too; his Mum is one of my suspects, and I don't want to alert her. I'll ask the RoR for books on the subject.

Ron is back to shoveling food into his mouth with both hands. It did not take two days for him to relapse. Well, I'm not his mum, and it leaves the space open in front of us. Nobody wanted to sit in front of Ron. It gave us a nice view of the Great Hall. We appreciate the small things in life. I acted as a buffer between Hermione and Ron; it prevented her from teaching Ron some manners. She gave up on that before Christmas in our first year.

Owls arrived when breakfast was almost done to deliver the mail, no owl for me, though. Dumbledore did not approve for me to read the papers, even when it was the Quibbler. I looked around at the tables, only two at ours, five, including Luna at the Claws, a few at the Puffs, and surprisingly, a lot at the Slytherin table. Being cunning means you have to gather information from all sides, even from the Quibbler.

Soon, the Quibbler went from hand to hand. I saw a stray owl land in front of Luna with an extra paper. Luna read the letter attached to it and came to me, "Harry? Daddy said the owl couldn't find you to deliver your copy, so he sent it to me. Here it is."

Ron opened his mouth and sprayed his food around when he asked, "What is Loony doing here, Harry?"

I slapped the back of his head and scolded him. "What did I tell you about insulting others, Ron? Can't you think for a second before you open your mouth? Her name is Luna, Ron! Get that into your thick skull! Well, since you are so fond of nicknames, I will call you MoRon from now on. And try to swallow before you speak, MoRon."

Luna shrugged, "It is alright, Harry. Ronald has Nargels on him all of the time. I don't mind."

"I do mind," I said when I looked at Luna. "He has been badmouthing everyone from day one. It's time he learns some manners, or he'll have to search for new friends. It is embarrassing to sit next to him."

I turned to Hermione, "Speaking of manners, how about letting me read that paper first, Hermione? Do I grab your mail out of your hands? Is this what your parents taught you?"

Hermione did not listen and showed me the front page. "It is you! It said you gave an interview, and they printed it!"

I sighed when I grabbed my paper out of her hand. "Maybe MoRon and you are meant to be together, both of you are inconsiderate assholes. Hermione, you are my friend, not my mum or an aunt, a sister would respect my privacy and wait until I gave that paper."

I turned to Luna, "Thank you, Luna, for bringing it to me. You know, I'll be sitting next to you at Lunch. Is that alright with you?"

Luna's smile lit up, "It is, Harry. I'll save you a seat."

She turned and skipped back to her table, leaving me with two surprised friends, looking at me with wide eyes. I snapped at them, "What? Is being my friend letting you do whatever you fancy? MoRon can insult who ever he wants? Hermione can control every move I make? Just because you are friends with the Boy Who Bloody Lived? Where is my privacy? Where is my opinion?"

MoRon was the first to react, "What is gotten into you, Mate? What is the big deal with calling her Loony? I have been doing that for years!"

I shrugged, "Then get used to hear MoRon from now on. I'll be doing that for years, too."

Hermione came to her senses. "Sorry, Harry, I just realized I've been doing that." She gasped, "I did that when I ordered your books, too. I did not ask you at all, I thought we needed those books and just ordered them without asking."

"I gave you permission for that, Hermione. I did not expect ten more books, but you had my permission." I said, "But grabbing my essays out of my hands to correct them, or reading my letters, those are the things you do without asking. You try to help, but the way you do that is not right."

Hermione blushed, "I'll try to do better, Harry."

I sighed, "That is all I am asking, Hermione. I'll try to do better in class from now on."

George spoke up, "Fred? Are we in one of those Boy Who Lived books?"

Fred answered, "I think so, 'Harry Potter and his Insensitive Friends' it is called, George. It is going to be a bestseller, don't you think?"

George nodded, then he asked, "Will we be in it too? Ah, no, we are not insensitive enough."

Katie giggled, "I bet I will be in it! I am a Stiff Problem Solver after all."

Angelina laughed. "Olly will be in it too, then, as comic relief."

Olly protested, "Angelina! Don't drag me into it!" He added, "I don't mind being in it, if that book is called 'Harry Rides His New Broom' because he is missing too many training sessions!"

Katie, Angelina, and Alicia could not hold it in any longer. Katie hiccuped after a bit. "Oh, Olly, you're so funny, it hurts." She looked at my Quibbler, "What's in the paper, Harry? Did Hermione just say you are on the front page?"

I nodded, then I kept reading it, "Yeah, I gave an interview to the Quibbler. Luna Lovegood interviewed me, and her Father found it interesting enough to put it on the front page."

The interview was a summary of my life at the Dursleys and a complaint to Dumbledore for sending me back there each Summer. My two School years and adventures were recorded, along with all the irregularities that happened to me. Last, the attacks... The Murder attempts of the Dementors, and the effects it has on me. The memory of my Father yelling that Peter betrayed them was printed in big, Bold letters.

When I was done, I gave the Quibbler to Hermione, "You can read it now if you want to, Hermione."

She blushed, "I will, Harry. Thank you."

Hey! I can teach her new tricks! MoRon is a lost case though, with an angry face, he was shoveling food in his mouth again.

I softly asked the Twins, "Hey, did you guys by any chance put a Pocket Space in his stomach? Where else does that much food go to?"

Fred, who sat next to Hermione, whispered back, "Nope, Dad questioned us with Veritaserum for it. He must have caught it somewhere else. Bill suspects it was caused by accidental Magic, or he must have learned it from Scabbers. That rat was eating more than his own weight each meal."

Knowing the real Scabbers, that was a disturbing thought. I'll put up with MoRon a bit longer, as a courtesy to the Twins for giving me that Map. I'll be on his case, though.

Ah! There is Minnie! "Mr. Potter! Are you responsible for that article in the Quibbler?"

Confused, I shook my head, "No, Professor, Mr. Lovegood is responsible for printing his Newspaper. I have nothing to do with it."

Minnie almost exploded, "I am talking about that article, Mr. Potter! Did you give an interview to the Quibbler?"

I nodded, "I did, I thought it was time the people knew that I was not raised in a castle with a lot of friends and a pet Dragon. Did you read it, Professor?"

"I did, Mr. Potter, and I don't like to be called an incompetent cat that is licking the Headmaster's butt too much." she almost shouted.

Suddenly, everyone was eager to read the Quibbler. I shrugged, "Am I wrong, Professor? Who dropped me off at my relatives on November 1, 1981? Long before my Godparents got incapacitated or arrested. Is it not the Duty of the Godparents to raise their Godchild when the parents die? Who gave you the right to decide where I should live?"

I almost shouted, "Who gave Dumbledore permission to ruin my life? Just because he won over Grindelwald, he can do whatever he wants with me? An upstart House from the sixteenth century is forcing me to live like a beggar with Muggles?"

Finally, I added, "I said it before, Professor, go to St Mungo's, you are up to the gills with loyalty potions and compulsion charms. I bet you have been Obliviated too many times by your Hero. I bet he is already at the Ministry to cover up his crimes."

Hermione gasped, "That can't be true, Harry! Would the Headmaster stoop that low?"

Luna's voice came over from Ravenclaw's table, "Miss Granger, read the next page!"

My! Luna's Dad did some research! It so happened that Harry's great-grandfather was the Head of the DMLE when Dumbledore's father got arrested for torturing three Muggle children, and was the one who got him sent to Azkaban! This was revenge! The leader of the light took his revenge on House Potter for putting his Father in Azkaban!

Once that fact was revealed, it all fell into place. Dumbledore took his time, but he finally got it done… Almost done.

Hermione read that part out loud for everyone to hear. When she was done, I asked McGonagall, "What do you think of your Hero now, Deputy Headmistress, slash Professor, slash Head of Griffindor House? Did I forget a job? Ah! Interim Headmistress! I forgot that one, you are doing most of his job, don't you?"

Without an answer, she turned and walked away. She will think twice before confronting me again. I didn't know that fact about Great-Grandpa locking Dumbles' Father up. It made sense about his motives. With his Father around, he could travel the world and dazzle it with his brilliance, instead of being chained to his house, taking care of his sister.

I bet he put all the blame on the Potters. Fooling Dad was no problem; he just let the Marauders do whatever they wanted, and then caught them in a serious crime. A bit of emotional blackmail, and Dad is singing his tunes and jumping through his hoops. Planning my death will not lose him sleep at all.

Xxxxx

I sat at lunch next to Luna, talking about research topics. "I want to look for spells that can detect potions and alchemy potions. Also analyzing spells. The ones that can detect hidden spells on my body."

One of the Ravenclaw's Quidditch players, Roger Davies, heard me and asked, "Why those, Heir Potter?"

I answered, "Well, first of all, I never got any owl mail before my eleventh birthday. Even now, my mail is sorted. Second of all, the Hogwarts house elves told me that the Potter elves can not find me. There is a spell that hides me from them. Third, before I visited the Hogwarts Kitchen, the elves were ordered to put potions in my food and drinks. They stopped with that when I pointed out it was forbidden to do that by the Founders."

I looked around and added, "They stopped to put potions in all of the Heir's food, not only mine. This means that all the Heirs got Potioned during their Hogwarts school days. I bet you all think Dumbledore farts rainbows by now, never questioning him. Hence, the Analyzing and detecting spells."

Luna patted my leg and whispered, "Don't make the waves too high, Harry. The ship might capsize, and you'll drown if you can not swim."

She is right, I am too aggressive with my approach, trying to change everything in a short period of time. And I am a bad swimmer… I have never swum in my life! The Dursleys wrote a note to excuse me from swimming class. Probably to hide the bruises on my body, or the bones under my skin. I nodded to let her know I understood.

Dumbledore is not at Lunch either, I bet he has a hard time putting out all those fires. Hmm? Kitty is not here? Maybe she took my advice seriously and is at St Mungo's getting flushed. I doubt it, though.

Now that the Claws see that I am on friendly terms with Luna, maybe they will stop bullying her. Who am I kidding? They will get jealous and try even harder. That is a fact: if you are a Bully, once you think you are in the right and someone deserves to be bullied, it's hard to realize you're wrong. Yeah, been there and done that. Not my proudest moment, I'll tell you.

I drives MoRon up the wall everytime I call him that. He still hasn't realized that he has been doing that to Luna for years. Maybe it will seep into his mind, now that I am sitting at her table and having a friendly conversation with her. Or Hermione will explain it, no, she uses too many big words.

Xxxxx

That night, Luna asked, "You said to give access to you and someone else, who is he? Or is it a she?"

I turned to Luna and answered, "Katie Bell. We are each other's... stress relief. It's a good word for it. Katie is not interested in a boyfriend. She plans to play for the Harpies. When I joked that I wanted someone to release my stress, she offered to do the same for me if I did the same for her. I showed her this room last Sunday."

Luna got curious, "How far did you get? What did you do? I can keep secrets, Harry."

Hmm? She is not a dreamy, absent-minded girl at all! I bet she found her Dad's stack of dirty books. Every Dad has one of those, although many have switched to the PC. Ah, good times, until the PC got sick and it died from a Virus, it could have been a Worm or a Trojan Horse.

Meh, Katie was bragging to Angelina and Alicia, I might as well do the same, "We gave each other a head job, Luna. I kissed Kate's pussy and she sucked my Dong. We agreed to do this once every week, maybe more."

Luna gasped, "So you will be bringing her here? Can I watch?"

I shook my head, "I doubt it, she said she did not want a threesome. She just needs someone to get her off. She is fifteen and her hormones are more active than ours. You are twelve, it has just started with you."

Luna shook her head, "I am thirteen, Harry, from the third of October."

I hugged her closer, "That makes you two months younger than me, Luna. We are of the same age, which feels different in a way."

Luna pressed herself against me, "Different in a good or a bad way, Harry?"

I nodded, "Less sisterly and more girlish. Hugging you feels different; I'm more aware of your body now. I am not sure it is good or bad."

Luna pushed me on my back and straddled me, then she leaned forward and asked, "Who are you, Harry Potter? You are not the Harry Potter who fell off his broom, are you? You changed, the real Harry would not look at my tits, but be embarrassed that he could see them when I leaned in to you."

Luna shifted her butt, "The Real Harry would have shot his load if I did this with him."

I grabbed her hips and started grinding, "Would the Real Luna show her tits to Harry? Would the Real Luna grind her snatch on Harry's dick like this? Who are you, Luna Lovegood?"

Luna sat up and sighed. "I am Luna, and more. On the train, a Dementor came too close, and something or someone slipped in. I have a set of memories of a woman in her twenties. She died of Leukemia; she got it when she was ten, and was more in the hospital than at home. She never had any friends once her friends left Elementary school and forgot about her."

I took a deep breath. I am not the only one! "When I woke up in the hospital wing, I got an extra set of memories from an old guy. He used to be a writer of Fan fiction. He wrote stories about my life. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is the current story we are in. Can you believe that?"

Luna nodded, "I read the books and the Fan Fictions, there were a lot of them." she smiled evilly, "In a lot of them you are shagging Draco or Snape."

I grinned back, "In a lot of them, you are in my Harem. That old guy was a fan of Harem stories, and you starred in almost all of them."

I slid my hands under her nightgown and grabbed her butt cheeks, "Welcome into my Harem, Luna. Or are you going to wait for Scamander?"

Luna shook her head, "I was planning to lay low for a few years and learn Magic, then I would help you out from the shadows. Last weekend changed that. These two nights convinced me that you are like me. Tell me, are they a set of memories, or did you get his personality too?"

I inspected my mind, "I am not sure, but I am Harry with a set of memories. I don't hear a second voice in my head, nor do I act like that old guy." I looked in her eyes, "I do act on the knowledge I got from those memories, though."

By now my hands are on her boobs and playing with her nipples. Luna moaned, "Not fair, Harry! I don't have those memories. She was sick all the time, I do know that I like what you are doing."

I sighed, "And we better stop what we are doing. Our minds may be aged a lot, but our bodies aren't. Thirteen is too young."

Luna got of me and softly commented, "Hypocrite, you let Katie bell suck you off, and you are the same age as me."

I shrugged, "Yeah, but you are in your twenties while I am… fuck that is old!"

Luna giggled, "That is funny! You are an old fart! Say it! Eighty? Ninety? Dumbledore's age?"

I shook my head, "Nope, somewhere in his seventies. I don't look at his life; I only look at the stories he wrote and the books he read. Watching an old couple going at it is not my idea of a good time."

Luna got serious, "Neither was watching her masturbate in her good days. I blocked those memories. Like you, I focused on the books and the stories she read online. One thing I am sure of: I am not going to end up in Malfoy's Dungeon."

I shivered, "Neither am I going to face a Dragon or swim in a frozen Lake! I'll let MoRon take my place!"

Luna asked, "Harry? What if there are more people like us? Is this the afterlife? Our version of Heaven or Hell? What if this is a dumping ground for souls that wanted to have another chance at life? This is a story, after all. Think about it, who would create a whole world for just one or two of us?"

I groaned, "That means all the major players are like us. Dumbledore is one. By the way he is making Horcruxes, Voldemort is one too. Who else do you think?"

Luna thought for a bit, "MoRon in your seventh year, when he returns from abandoning you both. Hermione… from the Troll? Or in the Department of Mysteries in your fifth year."

I frowned, "You mean that Hermione is playing her character for two years? How can we test that?"

Luna thought for a bit, "Ask her? It's possible that Katie is one too. Why else would she put out for you? I mean sucking your dick before she lets you touch a boob is pretty radical."

I looked at her, "You are right, so is letting me into your bed. Also, grinding my Dong and showing your tits to me is not typical… as a matter of fact it is your usual behavior, although a bit more dreamy."

I kissed her cheek, "We have to be careful, Luna, if we know what to look for, others will know that too. It is getting late, we'd better sleep on it."

Luna softly asked, "Harry? Can I get a proper kiss? We never had one."

I took her into my arms, "Neither did I, Luna, nor was I curious how the old guy snogged his wife."

Our first snog was a bit clumsy, but we got better at it. An hour later, we fell asleep.