Harry & Luna
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Rorschach's Blot - Larceny, Lechery, and Luna Lovegood!
Chapter 6 - A Meeting With Destiny
Disclaimer: Really cheesy title.
A Meeting With Destiny
Harry got off the knight bus to find himself in a moderately affluent neighbourhood. "Harry," Hermione squealed from across the street. "You came."
Hermione interrupted with a hug. "Let me do the talking," she whispered.
"Alright," Harry agreed.
"Mum, Dad," Hermione called out. "You both know Harry."
"Good to see you again, Harry," Hermione's mother said with a smile.
"Hermione tells us that you're planning on putting a few wards around the place," her father asked.
"Don't think I don't appreciate it," her father began. "But could you recommend a business in the wizarding world that could do it for a fee? I'm sure you're good but I don't want to take any chances."
"I understand," Harry said slowly. "Gringotts might be able to do something for you."
"Thank you, son," her father said with a grin. "Now what's this about…?"
"Harry'll do it," Hermione said firmly. "He's the best."
"I'm sure he's good," Mr. Granger began. "But…"
"But he's a Potter," Hermione interjected. "And as such has access to the best wards in the wizarding world."
"More of that family thing you tried to explain?"
"Yes, Dad," Hermione agreed.
"Well, I won't pretend to understand then," he said reluctantly. "Get on with it then."
Harry hesitated for a split second before pulling out his wand. "Stand back."
"Don't you have to hide that?" Ms. Granger asked suddenly.
"I put a spell up to keep anybody from noticing anything," Hermione said helpfully.
Harry took a deep breath and then began casting.
"Looks like he's conducting an invisible orchestra," Hermione's mother commented on Harry's casting.
"What's that he's muttering under his breath?" Her father asked.
"I can't tell you, Dad," Hermione said out of the corner of her mouth. "Family secrets."
"If you say so." The Granger family silently watched as Harry finished his casting.
"Catch him," Hermione yelled as Harry pitched over. "Are you ok Harry?"
"I'm fine," Harry gasped. "Took a little more out of me then I thought it would… thanks for not letting me hit the ground."
"What're friends for," Hermione whispered back.
"Do you need to go to the hospital?" Hermione's mother asked bluntly.
"I'm ok now," Harry got to his feet, "just got a bit dizzy at the end."
"Let's get you into the house," Hermione's mother suggested.
"I'd rather not," Harry said quickly. "I'd like to stay in the fresh air for a few minutes."
"Then I can at least get you something to drink," she continued. "Come on Hermione, you can tell me what he likes."
"Go on, Hermione," her father suggested. "I'll keep him company."
Giving one last look at her friend, Hermione turned and accompanied her mother into the house.
"I want to thank you for looking after my daughter at school. She isn't aware, but your head of house has kept us appraised of all the… accidents."
"No problem, Mr. Granger," Harry replied. "But…"
"Call me Phil," Mr. Granger said quickly.
"Ok… Phil," Harry agreed, "but it was my fault she was got caught up in everything."
"Maybe," Phil said with a shrug. "Or maybe not, all I know is that things turned out fine the way they are. God knows what would happen if… I guess it doesn't matter. So where are you planning on taking her?"
"I'm not sure," Harry replied nervously. "Where ever we end up going I guess."
"Just going where your feet take you huh?" Phil said in approval. "Good."
"Looks like they're coming out of the house," Harry said with thinly disguised relief.
"Here," Phil thrust a small package into Harry's hands. "Use them."
"Uh," Harry's face reddened after he'd examined it "We uh… I… I'm not going to need these."
"Got a magical way of doing things huh?" Phil said with a nod. "Keep em' anyway just in case.
Remember son, you always want to have a back up and if possible a back up to your back up."
"Uh… right," Harry said quickly hoping to end the conversation.
"What's that in your hand, Harry?" Hermione asked by way of greeting.
"Nothing," Harry said quickly and shoved the package into his pocket. "What'd you end up getting?"
"Nothing," Hermione said with a blush. "Come on Harry, tell me. It can't be worse then what I got."
"I think it was probably the same thing then," Harry mused.
"Oh," Hermione replied. "Uh… shall we be going then?"
"Don't you want to spend some more time with your parents?"
"After the talk I just had with my mum?" Hermione asked incredulously. "I want to get as far away from them as possible."
"I don't know," Hermione said after a moment of thought. "It'd be leaving a trail for your watchers."
"Coming here did the same thing," Harry replied.
"True," Hermione agreed. "Why don't we take it somewhere that we can catch another mode of transportation?"
"Might as well just take the bus from here," Harry said. "Or ask your parents for a ride."
"NO," Hermione shouted. "I mean, there's a bus stop up the street."
"Got your stuff?"
"Packed and shrunk," Hermione patted her pocket for emphasis.
"Got any pounds?" Harry asked suddenly. "All I've got is Galleons."
"I've got us covered," Hermione said with a smirk. "After all, it's every wife's duty to look after her husband."
"You know," Harry said conversationally. "We could always go back and get a ride from your parents, wouldn't be any trouble at all."
"Truce?" Hermione proposed.
"Sure," Harry agreed. "So where's this bus stop of yours?"
"This way." Side by side, the two friends walked off to meet their destiny.
Moody spent a good portion of the afternoon enjoying an extended lunch at a small restaurant near the Dursley house. After his meal, he enjoyed a nice leisurely stroll through the neighbourhood, eventually making his way back to his unhappy underling.
"Well?" Moody growled as he walked up to the man he'd caught sleeping.
"He hasn't come back," the man said nervously. "You didn't see him did you?"
"I want you to listen very closely," Moody began. "You are going to Hogwarts, you are going to find Albus, you are going to explain to him what happened, and you are going to come back with him. You will not make any stops, you will not tell anyone else what happened, and you may not live if I find out you've done differently…"
"R… right," the man said quickly.
"You tell Albus that I might be scouting around the area and to wait for my return if he can't see me," Moody said harshly. "And you had better hope to god that nothing has happened to the Potter boy."
Choosing not to say anything more, the man disappeared with a pop.
"Always loved doing that," Moody mused to himself. "Now, about those Dursleys."
Moody walked up to the door and rapped on it until it was answered.
"What do you want?" Petunia hissed through the door.
"Just giving you a friendly warning," Moody replied. "You might want to eat out tonight, see a show, come back late."
Petunia glared at the scarred man for a few moments before giving a short nod of agreement, "Just see to it that my roses are put back to rights."
"No problem," Moody said to the closing door.
"What are you doing, Phil?" Hermione's mother asked.
"Looking for a contact number for Gringotts," Phil replied. "I know I have it here somewhere."
"And why exactly are you doing that?"
"As talented as Harry might be, he's still not old enough to be one of the best," Phil replied. "We'll have a professional come in and put some wards in around what Harry did and if Hermione says anything we can just act dumb and say that it's always better to have more wards right?"
"Our daughter wouldn't fall for something that obvious."
"She's managed to convince herself that we don't know anything of the magical world beyond what she tells us," he said with a grin. "Never managed to figure out that we can do research as well as she can."
"You may have a point there," she conceded.
"I'm not saying she can't figure it out," Phil went on to say. "I'm saying that she doesn't want to. Our little girl just wants us to stay mummy and daddy, she doesn't want to see us as people."
"What's this about Harry being missing?" Dumbledore demanded as soon as he arrived.
"Ask wonder boy over there," Moody growled. Inwardly, he was quite impressed. He hadn't expected the man to find Albus for another hour yet.
"I'm asking you," Dumbledore said quickly.
"Guard fell asleep and it looks like Potter decided to leave," Moody replied. "No sign of force and the fact that the guard is still alive means this looks like he left of his own free will."
"What about his family?"
"Out for the night," Moody replied. "Watched them leave."
"Why did you leave Harry," Dumbledore said sadly.
"Think a Potter would stay under those wards of yours after they had a chance to look at them?" Moody shouted. "Hah, you really should have known better, Albus."
"I'd hoped that Harry would have trusted me enough to stay here," Albus replied thickly.
"Trust you?" Moody asked incredulously, "After he got a look at those wards? My guess is that from his point of view, you may as well have tied him up and had your pet death eater deliver him to ol' Tom."
"So where are we going?" Hermione asked as the bus pulled away from the curb.
"Funny thing happened before I left the Dursley house," Harry said. "My aunt handed me this," Harry gave the card to Hermione.
"This looks just like the one you found with your family spells," Hermione said. "Think it has something to do with your mother?"
"It'd make sense," Harry agreed. "She did say it was her family business."
"Wanna go there then?"
"If you don't mind," Harry agreed.
"Let's go then," Hermione said firmly.
"Think we should pick up any money first?" Harry asked. "I've got a few Galleons but…"
"I've got enough to get us to there and back," Hermione offered. "Might be a good idea to visit Gringotts before the Order has a chance to post a watcher… or it might also be a good idea to wait until the heat goes down before either of us show our faces."
"It's too bad we can't just exchange these in a normal bank," Harry mused.
"Mr. Granger?" the strange man asked.
"Yes?" Phil confirmed cautiously.
"My name it Patrick O'Reilly, I'm a spell breaker for Gringotts."
"Here about the wards then?" Phil said.
"Yes, I am," Patrick agreed. "What do you want me to do?"
"Ward the house," Phil said simply. "If possible I'd like the existing wards to stay up, but not if it means compromising our safety."
"Shouldn't be a problem," the spellbreaker said confidently. "I'm often asked to incorporate existing wards into any new work."
"Now let's have a look at what you've already got," Patrick said with a grin. "My god…"
"What?" Phil demanded. "What's wrong?"
"Potter wards?" The spellbreaker asked with a look of awe. "How did you manage to get these placed around your house."
"They're good then?"
"The best," the spellbreaker said quickly. "I can make a few additions but…"
"Do it," Mr. Granger agreed.
"Still," Patrick said as he cast. "How did you manage to get the most extensive Potter wards I've ever seen, here?"
"My daughter asked the Potter boy to cast them," Phil admitted reluctantly.
"How long did it take him?"
"Few minutes," Phil said. "Why?"
"A few minutes?" Patrick said in shock, "I guess blood will tell."
"What do you mean?"
"It would have taken me days to get something this complex," Patrick said with a grin. "And that's assuming I had access to Potter spells. This is amazing."
"You know where I could get a way out?" Phil asked.
"Easiest thing to do would be to buy a couple of vanishing cabinets," Patrick said. "Put one in a safe place and keep the other here."
"Thanks," Phil said. "I'll be sure to look into that. How much do I owe you?"
"Pass a message along to the Potter boy and it's on the house."
"To get in contact with Gringotts," Patrick said. "We'd love to have him do a bit of contract work for us."
"I'll pass the message along," Phil agreed. "Don't know how long it'll take to get in contact with him though."
"Whenever you get the chance," the spellbreaker said.
AN: I'm willing to admit that this was a cheesy line; 'Side by side, the two friends walked off to meet their destiny.' I just don't care, I couldn't resist adding it.