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Does it hurt?
Dying? No. Quicker and easier than falling asleep.
--Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
How in the name of heaven did Harry survive?
We can only guess; We may never know.
--Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
"My grandmother thinks Charms is a soft option,"
"Take Charms,and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.W.L., the subject is not necessarily worthless."
--Harry Potter and the Half-blood Prince
Chapter 8: A Circle has no beginning
Harry, Hermione and Ron were escorted by Neville back to the Room of Requirement. They passed through Ariana’s portrait.
“Neville, are you sure this is right?” Harry asked, “I mean, why did you have to go through with the whole DA thing? You know it’s dangerous…”
“Harry, we did this together,” Neville said, “We’ll always keep fighting, you know?” He went on and realized they were in the Room of Requirement. “Oh we’re here.”
The Room of Requirement was bigger than how Harry remembered it. He was also surprised to find a large number of people—Order members, Original DA members—Fred, George, Ginny, Seamus, Cho, Colin, Lee, Dean, Ernie, Hannah, Parvati, Padma, even Zacharias Smith was there! And then new ones too, whome Neville and the rest of them probably recruited the past coupld of months. Even Bill and Fleur were inside the room, as well. And then he saw Luna. His sweet, beautiful Luna. Luna, whose heart he broke.
“Luna,” Harry muttered and everyone turned to look at him.
“‘Arry, we’re really sorry, we ‘old ‘er she’z not allowed ‘oo fight, zee’s too young but—” Fluer’s words were interrupted by Luna.
“I am a part of Dumbledore’s Army,” She said, “WE’re here to fight.”
“What you don’t understand,” Bill said, “is that this isn’t a game. People get hurt. People—”
“Die,” Fred said, “That we know, bro.”
“But our dungbombs are so ready.” George added.
“And we all could use some Canary creams…”
“This isn’t a joke,” Bill said, looking angry and worried at the same time, “I don’t want anyone risking their lives, getting bit by werewolves, attacked by death eaters—”
“We know the risks, Bill.” Ginny said.
“Ginny—” Ron said.
“Okay, okay, llet’s not get into all these arguments, Harry’s back, and he needs our help.” Neville said, “Harry?”
Harry took a deep breath, “So, uhm…Dumbledore, he, uhm, asked us to look for stuff…this will…help..destroy Vol—”
“Don’t say his name!” Ron said.
“You know who,” Harry continued, “Does anyone know anything Rowena Ravenclaw owned?”
“The lost diadem,” Luna said in her dreamlike voice. NO one said anything. Ron and Hermione looked at each other. “The lost diadem of Ravenclaw.” Luna repeated, “Anyone heard of that? It’s famous.”
“Yes Luna,” Cho said, “But it is lost.”
“Excuse me…” Harry said, “Lost? How?”
“And what exactly is a diadem?” Ron added.
“Iz like a tiara,” Fleur said, “Like the one Muriel lent me on my wedding…”
“Cho? Go on,” Hermione said.
“The lost diadem once belonged to Rowena Ravenclaw, but it’s, well, lost. NO one has seen it for centuries now.”
“But it’s real?” Harry asked.
“Of course,” Luna said, “It can’t be lost if it didn’t exist.”
No one spoke.
“What?” Luna said, “Harry Potter, don’t tell me you won’t believe me now?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Thens top wasting your time and come with me.”
“Go, Harry,” Hermione said, “Ron and I have a plan.”
“Okay, ” Harry said, taking a deep breath, “Luna, let’s go.”
Harry was holding Rowena Ravenclaw’s diadem as he saw Luna waiting for him outside Ravenclaw tower. She was right, he thought, the diadem is real.
He didn’t know what to say to Luna though. He, after all, broke her heart. And yet, she was still there, waiting, ready to lend a helping hand.
“Oh you’re back!” She exclaimed as she saw Harry, “And you have the diadem!”
“You were right, Luna, you were right.”
She smiled kindly.
Their eyes met and they ran to each other and in a matter of seconds, they kissed.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry said, “I broke your heart, I didn’t meant to..I love you—”
She smiled, “A circle has no beginning,” She said.
He smiled back. Who knows? It may be over soon. They may never see each other again. He didn’t want to think about it, but he knew there was a possibility. But he loves her, and at that moment, that was all that mattered.”
“We have to go back,” He said.
“I know,” She said, “It will be fine.”
He smiled lightly and looked her in the eye.
“WE’re all ready for battle,” She said, “But it doesn’t matter that everything has to end.”
He kissed her on the forehead, “Let’s go,” He said, and then they made their way back to the castle, where a war was already in full blast.
The Dark times
“Where is ‘Arry?” Fleur asked as she flicked her wand, allowing the plates, glasses and utensils to set themselves on the table. It’s been a few days since Dobby died, and Harry, Luna, Ron, Hermione, Deam, Mr. Ollivander and Griphook were staying at Shell Cottage, Bill and Fleur’s humble abode.
“He’s probably at the beach side,” Hermione said, “Dobby’s death is still hard…”
“Bill, you should call ‘im,” Fleur said/
“No, I’ll go get him,” Luna said.
Fleur nodded her head and handed Luna a bowl of soup. “‘Ere, take this to ‘eem. Cream of Corn is good.”
Luna nodded her head and went out of the cottage, soup in hand.
Luna found Harry sitting by the docks. She sat down beside him.
“Fleur told me to give you this,” She said, “It’s not a plimpy soup but it’s good. Veelas sure know how to cook.”
“Dobby shouldn’t have died.”
Luna bit her lip and nodded her head.
“He will always guide you.” Luna said.
“I don’t want any more of you to die,” He said, “They already took you before. I can’t let that happen again.”
“Is that why you always want to be alone?”
“Harry Potter, you don’t have to be alone. You have us. Dumbledore’s Army, you know?”
“Luna, this isn’t a game.”
“You know Harry, you should start realizing that you don’t have to go through all these battles alone.”
“Everyone gets hurt because of me.”
“Everyone gets hurt because they’re fighting for a reason. We’re all fighting for a reason.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Didn’t you tell us we have to fight back?”
“Luna, don’t you understand?” He said, “This can’t happen anymore.”
“This,” she said, “You mean, we fighting…”
“This,” He said, “I mean us.”
Luna didn’t say anything. They were quiet for a while until he spoke again.
“I’m sorry,” Harry said, “It’s not your fault.”
“It’s okay,” She said and stood up, “Please just know that you’re not alone. You don’t have to stay in the dark for long.” And thens he went back to the house.
Harry felt lonelier than he had ever been because he knew he had broken Luna’s heart. His sweet, lovely Luna. He stayed where he was.
“You’re back,” Fleur said, “Why isn’t “Arry wiz you?”
“Harry wants to stay…alone,” Was all Luna could say. Her wide, silvery-blue eyes couldn’t hide the pain of her broken heart.
Ron and Hermione looked at each other.
“Luna, we’re sorry,” Hermione said as she gave Luna a hug.\
“It’s alright,” Luna said, “We’re all still gonna fight, aren’t we?”
Hermione smiled, “We will,” She said, “We will.”
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Ollivander (via Jo Rowling): Most wands will be in the range of between nine and fourteen inches. While I have sold extremely short wands (eight inches and under) and very long wands (over fifteen inches), these are exceptionally rare. In the latter case, a physical peculiarity demanded the excessive wand length. However, abnormally short wands usually select those in whose character something is lacking, rather than because they are physically undersized (many small witches and wizards are chosen by longer wands).
Now, for wand woods, and their corresponding characters.
Elder wood - Harry Potter; Albus Dumbledore; Gellert Grindelwald; Draco Malfoy (with Thestral hair)
Ollivander: The rarest wand wood of all, and reputed to be deeply unlucky, the elder wand is trickier to master than any other. It contains powerful magic, but scorns to remain with any owner who is not the superior of his or her company; it takes a remarkable wizard to keep the elder wand for any length of time.
The truth is that only a highly unusual person will find their perfect match in elder, and on the rare occasion when such a pairing occurs, I take it as certain that the witch or wizard in question is marked out for a special destiny.
Holly wood - Harry Potter (with Phoenix feather)
Ollivander: Holly wands often choose owners who are engaged in some dangerous and often spiritual quest. Holly is one of those woods that varies most dramatically in performance depending on the wand core, and it is a notoriously difficult wood to team with phoenix feather, as the wood’s volatility conflicts strangely with the phoenix’s detachment. In the unusual event of such a pairing finding its ideal match, however, nothing and nobody should stand in their way.
Ash wood - Ron Weasley; Cedric Diggory (with Unicorn hair - two separate wands)
Ollivander: The ash wand cleaves to its one true master and ought not to be passed on or gifted from the original owner, because it will lose power and skill. This tendency is extreme if the core is of unicorn.
Those witches and wizards best suited to ash wands are not lightly swayed from their beliefs or purposes. However, the brash or over-confident witch or wizard, who often insists on trying wands of this prestigious wood, will be disappointed by its effects. The ideal owner may be stubborn, and will certainly be courageous, but never crass or arrogant.
Cherry wood - Neville Longbottom (with Unicorn hair)
Ollivander: [The] cherry wood often makes a wand that possesses truly lethal power, whatever the core, but if teamed with dragon heartstring, the wand ought never to be teamed with a wizard without exceptional self-control and strength of mind.
Hawthorn wood - Draco Malfoy; Harry Potter (with Unicorn hair)
Ollivander: Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire.
Vine wood - Hermione Granger (with dragon heartstring)
Ollivander: Vine wands are among the less common types, and I have been intrigued to notice that their owners are nearly always those witches or wizards who seek a greater purpose, who have a vision beyond the ordinary and who frequently astound those who think they know them best.
Vine wands seem strongly attracted by personalities with hidden depths, and I have found them more sensitive than any other when it comes to instantly detecting a prospective match.
Yew wand - Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle (with Phoenix feather)
Ollivander: Yew wands are among the rarer kinds, and their ideal matches are likewise unusual, and occasionally notorious. The wand of yew is reputed to endow its possessor with the power of life and death, which might, of course, be said of all wands; and yet yew retains a particularly dark and fearsome reputation in the spheres of duelling and all curses.
However, it is untrue to say (as those unlearned in wandlore often do) that those who use yew wands are more likely to be attracted to the Dark Arts than another. Wands hewn from these most long-lived trees have been found in the possession of heroes quite as often as of villains. What is certain, in my experience, is that the yew wand never chooses either a mediocre or a timid owner.
The full list of wand woods, found on Pottermore, include: Acacia, Alder, Apple, Ash, Aspen, Beech, Blackthorn, Black Walnut, Cedar, Cherry, Chestnut, Cypress, Dogwood, Ebony, Elder, Elm, English Oak, Fir, Hawthorn, Hazel, Holly, Hornbeam, Larch, Laurel, Maple, Pear, Pine, Poplar, Red Oak, Redwood, Rowan, Silver lime, Spruce, Sycamore, Vine, Walnut, Willow, and Yew.
Quidditch through the ages
Months passed since Dumbledore died. So many things have happened: George’s ear was hit by a curse, Hermione had obliviated her parents’ memories, Hedwig’s dead, Mad-eye’s dead…And yet, through it all, they still decided to go through with Bill and Fleur’s wedding. Everybody needs a breather.
Harry had to disguise as a red-haired boy from Ottery St. Catterpole so as not to arise suspicions. He was going by the name Barney who is supposed to be one of the Weasleys’ many cousins.
Harry was sitting beside Ron as they were watching Luna dancing alone, waving her hands in the air, as if trying to get something off her head.
Wrackspurts, Harry thought and smiled. Looking at Luna, who was beautiful in her Yellow sundress and that Sunflower in her hair, was bittersweet. Harry didn’t want her to know he was there. He didn’t want Luna to get hurt.
“You think she’ll know it’s me?” Harry asked Ron silently.
Ron shrugged, “She’s Luna, mate. Always brilliant. She probably thinks you’re infested by Nargles.”
“Ron!” Hermione hushed.
“What?” Ron said, “Sorry.”
Just then, Viktor Krum came. Ron’s face went red and he looked irritated.
“Vot is she doing?” Viktor asked them after glancing at Luna.
“Probably trying to get rid of Wrackspurts.” Harry, who was disguised as Barney, said.
“Vot?” Viktor asked, confused.
“Wrackspurts,” Ron said, “Stuff that are in your head now.”
“Ronald!” Hermione said.
Viktor looked angry.
“Sorry he just had too many gurdyroot juice…” Harry laughed.
“Hermione, let’s dance,” Ron said abruptly, holding out his hand to Hermione.
Hermione was surprised but pleased all the same.
“Wh—” She said, “Oh, okay…” She then smiled, gave Ron her hand and went to dance with him.
“Are they together now?” Viktor asked.
“Yeah, well, kind of…”
Viktor sighed and walked away.
Luna then came skipping towards Harry.
“Changed your name too, have you?” Luna said as she sat down beside him.
“Luna, how did you know?”
“Oh, it’s written all over your face.”
“I can still see you, Harry. Your expression’s giving you away.”
“I didn’t mean not telling you.”
“I know,” She said, “I understand.”
“Luna, I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Well, a garden gnome bit me this morning. I didn’t get hurt.”
“This is different.”
Luna took a deep breath, “You didn’t answer my last two letters.. I think that’s more hurtful.”
“I’m sorry,” He said, “I just…I don’t want to get you in any kind of trouble.”
“Harry Potter, I trust in you.” She said, “I think you should trust in me, too.”
“I do, Luna,” He said, “I do. I just don’t trust everyone around.”
“I’ll be fine,” She said, “We’ll all be fine.”
But before Harry can say anything else, a Howler was heard all over the tent.
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour’s dead.” And then the lights went out and death eaters have invaded the place.
Ron and Hermione ran over to Harry, hand in hand. Their wand were out.
“Go now,” Luna said, “We’ll be fine.”
“Luna—” Harry said, but Remus came in between them.
“Harry go„ go now, all three of you, go,”
Harry was holding Luna’s hand.
“We’ll see each other again, Harry,” Luna said, “Go.” And after looking at each other’s eyes, they let each other go, both hoping that the parting won’t last.