Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Dislocation	By : LinguaMagus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2823 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own Harry Potter or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Chapter 10:

Dinner with Luna was a subdued affair. Mrs. Weasley was politely inquisitive about her family and Sirius laughed raucously when she confided that she knew his true identity. Other than that, everyone ate their food in silence, and Harry in particular didn’t make eye contact with anyone until he stood up to clean his plate. He was still deeply embarrassed that he had risked the fight against Voldemort in his excitement to destroy a horcrux. Turning back from the sink, he met Luna coming the other way.
“It’s okay if you would like me to leave. Lots of people think they like me until they spend time around me. I don’t mind.” She said distantly.
“No, I’m sorry, Luna. It’s not you. We had something… dramatic happen right before you arrived and we’re all just sort of rattled. I didn’t mean to be rude by ignoring you. I was just distracted.” Harry explained.
“You can tell me about it, if you’d like. I think friends are meant to tell each other things.” She said as if reciting from memory.
Harry paused for a moment and considered something. “Luna, when you tell people things, they usually don’t believe you, do they?”
Luna shrugged, “Not usually. A lot of wizards can be very narrow-minded and closed off. I’ve always thought that was strange because we’re all learning to use magic.”
“I’d like to tell you something, and it’s very important, but I would need you to keep it a secret from everyone. Even your father. Could you promise to do that for me?” Harry asked guardedly.
Luna gave the question some thought, turning her head this way and that while she considered the angles. “I think that I probably can. However, I can’t know that I can promise not to tell daddy until I know what it is. What if you’re making me promise not to tell him about something that puts him in danger?”
Harry grinned, “That’s a good point. I wouldn’t ask you to hide something from him that put him at risk. Can we say then, that as long as you don’t have to promise to hide something that would hurt him, you can promise to keep it a secret?”
Luna digested this for a moment, then smiled vaguely. “Yes, I think I can promise that. Do you think you’re likely to ask me to promise something like that?”
Harry sighed, “I think that’s what I tried to do. That’s okay, I’ll ask you to promise me in a minute. Let me get Hermione and Ariana and Ron. This includes them, too.”
Harry caught the eye of all three at the table and gestured with his head towards the door. They made various excuses for themselves and left the kitchen. Harry met up with them in the hallway and explained, “I want to bring in Luna. I don’t think we have to worry about her telling anyone, and I want people outside of our group to know, just in case something happens. With Dumbledore out of the picture, there’s really no backup plan.”
Luna asked dreamily, “Oh, did you take Professor Dumbledore’s soul? Is that why you have one of his eyes now? They do say the eyes are the window to the soul.”
Harry’s mouth hung open. “Bwuh? I— Well, not… It’s a bit more complicated than that.”
Luna raised her eyebrows benignly. “Things usually are. Don’t worry, is that the secret you wanted me to keep? I won’t tell anyone. You may want to consider changing the eye, though. It is a bit of a giveaway.” Her mouth went into an excited ‘o’. “Ooh, or I could do one of mine as well. It could be like a fashion trend.”
Harry rubbed his scar in exasperation. “That’s okay, Luna. Don’t worry about it for now, alright? The secret is actually something different. Let’s talk about this upstairs?” He posed the question to the group at large. Hermione was grinning at him teasingly and Ron just looked bemused. Harry gave Hermione a pleading look and she giggled and started to climb the stairs.
They opened the door to the destroyed boys’ room and Luna examined it critically. “I think I like how my room is decorated more. Boys are so messy.”
Ariana and Hermione giggled and Ron looked both annoyed and bewildered. “Oi, it’s not like we have it this way on purpose. We were fighting some sort of curse thing,” Ron grouched.
“We should probably clean up while we explain.” Harry said, chagrined. “Luna, will you promise that you won’t say anything about the secret I’m going to tell you?”
Luna nodded happily, “I promise. Is the secret why your bed only has corners?”
Harry took a deep breath and jumped into it. While they cleaned up the room and tried to repair whatever they could, Harry talked about Voldemort, explained how he had split his soul into pieces with each murder and then stored pieces of his soul in magical objects he had hidden and protected. He explained how he and Dumbledore had tracked down the memory that told them there were six horcruxes, and he was pretty sure he knew what most of them were.
He went down the list. The diary was destroyed, and now so was the locket. He made a detour to explain that the damage they were trying to clean up was a result of destroying the locket this afternoon, and it had nearly killed them. There were four left, the ring, the snake, something of Hufflepuff’s, and something of Ravenclaw’s. Unfortunately, they had no idea what the ‘somethings’ were.
Luna listened patiently until he finished. “It’s probably the diadem.”
“I beg your pardon?” said Hermione.
“The item belonging to Ravenclaw. It’s probably her diadem. It’s quite famous. Witches and wizards have been trying to find it for centuries. Daddy is trying to recreate it using magical items from nature. It’s meant to enhance the wisdom of the wearer,” Luna said.
“If that’s the only thing of Ravenclaw’s that anyone knows about, then that has to be it.” Harry said excitedly.
“Does that mean we’re going on an adventure to find it?” Luna asked curiously.
Harry went suddenly wooden. “Actually, I don’t have the first clue where to start. I don’t guess you know where it’s rumored to be, do you?”
“Oh, sure!” Luna said confidently. “Practically everywhere, really. Rowena Ravenclaw was Scottish, but wizards all over say they’ve seen the diadem. Sweden, Somalia, Spain, Serbia. Probably some other countries as well that don’t even start with ‘S’. Do you think we should start alphabetically?”
“I think that might take a lot longer than we have, Luna, but thanks anyway. Hermione, any ideas?” Harry asked desperately.
“On finding something that’s been lost for centuries? No, not especially. I suppose we’ll need to check the library to try and pick up on the trail.” Hermione said resignedly.
“What is a diadem anyway?” Ron asked.
“It’s a bit like a crown or a tiara. I’ve seen pictures of it in Ravenclaw’s portraits, but I never thought to really pay attention to it.” Hermione explained. Something tickled at the back of Harry’s brain, but he couldn’t get a handle on why.
The door to the room swung open and Ginny stuck her head inside. “Hermione, there’s an owl for you downstairs. It was flying in circles around the door outside, so mum brought it in and took it to the kitchen.”
Hermione perked up. “Oh! Harry, that’s probably Borgin. We should go see.”
They hurried downstairs and Hermione tore open the letter. “It is! He found a copy of something called ‘Sangre Arcana’. Oh goodness, he says it’s an eighth century Asturian text by someone called Seograth, but he can have it translated for us. He says he’ll need payment upfront in the amount of… oh my! Harry, this is ridiculous. We can’t possibly spend this much on a book.”
“Whatever it is, Hermione, we’ll pay it. I’m really not worried about the gold, I promise. I’ve got more than I could ever need.” Harry said automatically.
“Must be nice,” Ron grumbled.
“Harry, it’s completely ridiculous. He’s asking for almost two thousand galleons.” Hermione balked. Ron looked shell-shocked.
Harry just shrugged. “We’ll pay it. We need the book. Although I don’t think the owl will be able to carry it. I don’t think I could carry it, honestly.”
Hermione sighed in defeat. Ariana chimed in, “Ehm… you don’t have to physically take him the gold, actually. If you send an owl to Gringotts, they can transfer the amount directly to his account.”
Harry gave her a look of gratitude. “Well that’s one problem taken care of at least. We’ll send the owl back with the draft to Gringotts. I’m sure they’ll do it anonymously if I ask. That way we don’t have to explain why you’re spending my gold.”
“That’s quite an expensive book. Is it about the vampires that are trying to take over the world?” Luna asked politely.
“The vamp… I— what?” Hermione stammered.
“I believe ‘Sangre Arcana’ means Blood Magic, if I’m not mistaken. The vampires behind the Rotfang Conspiracy are all practitioners of blood magic. They use it to give key ministry officials gum disease so that they can cause them to be absent from important votes and trials.” Luna explained, her silvery eyes wide and spacey.
“That’s nonsense. No such thing is happening.” Hermione said sharply.
Harry put a soothing hand on her shoulder and she gave him an indignant look. He shook his head slightly, trying to communicate that it just wasn’t going to be worth the effort. Luna was undeterred. “Oh yes. It’s all very well documented. Daddy has written several pieces about it. They’ve infiltrated the highest levels of government. He thinks one will be Minister of Magic soon.”
Hermione opened her mouth to respond and Harry scrunched his face up imploringly. She snapped it shut in bad grace, but didn’t say anything further. “So, do you speak Austrian, Luna?” Harry asked.
“Asturian, Harry.” Hermione corrected icily.
“Oh no, it’s just that most Romantic languages are quite similar. Really, a great deal of magic can be better understood through linguistics.” Luna explained with surprising lucidity. Harry recalled that, once you got past the dottiness, Luna was still a Ravenclaw.
Harry dashed out a quick letter to Gornuk with his request to transfer the gold and tied it to Hedwig. Hermione wrote a response to Borgin confirming that she would accept the price for the book and that payment would be transferred over imminently. They both carried their owls to the door and sent them on their way.
The rest of the night, they were able to just relax and talk. The boys’ room had been mostly repaired, but the huge blackened scar in the wood of the floor seemed to be permanent. No spell any of them cast caused it to budge in the slightest. Removed from the crisis of future years, Harry realized that he found Luna’s bizarre non-sequiturs quite charming. The only time he could remember spending any time hanging out just as friends was at Slughorn’s Christmas party, and he felt suddenly guilty about that. Luna was sort of always around, but he never paid her much attention until things got out of control and he needed whatever help he could get.
For her own part, he noticed that, even though she seemed unfazed by most things, she definitely grew more comfortable around the new group as they laughed and joked together. It was hard to detect, but her shoulders loosened and the vague, distant look seemed to notch closer by a few light years. She also, Harry noted, sat as near to him as space would allow, given that Hermione sat to one side of him and Ariana to the other.
When it came time for her to go home for the night, Harry pulled her into a big hug to say goodbye. After initially freezing up, she quickly hugged him back ferociously, her skinny arms tightening around him like pythons. She buried her face in his chest and he let her stay there for a moment before patting her on the head and letting go. She let everyone know she would be back to see her new friends soon, and then departed. Harry saw her safely to the bus and returned inside.
For the next few weeks, they just enjoyed their break before returning to school. Mrs. Weasley kept them busy cleaning up the house. She threw a fit when she saw the charred floors in the boys’ room, but Sirius ran interference and convinced her that it had always been that way, but she hadn’t noticed because there had been a rug covering it that he had thrown out.
Luna came to visit almost every day, and every night when she left, she would wait patiently at the door for Harry to give her a big hug. Even Hermione started to grow fond of her, in a reserved way. They still argued almost every night about nargles or crumple-horned snorkacks or any number of other things that Hermione considered patently silly and Luna treated as gospel.
The book from Borgin arrived with an accompanying translation a few days after they sent the gold, and Hermione and Luna spent hours poring over the text looking for information. It was a hideous manuscript. Full of the worst spells imaginable and accompanied by diagrams and illustrations of accompanying runes and magic circles. There was indeed an entire section devoted to horcruxes and their creation, but much reference was made to rituals and protective curses detailed in other chapters, so Hermione decided to just read the entire book to be thorough. Occasionally she had to take breaks and looked nauseous.
Finally, one night, she had enough. “Ugh! This book is disgusting. I can’t stand it. You wouldn’t believe some of the things it tells you to do for some of these rituals and I certainly don’t want to say them out loud.”
“We could take turns reading it, Hermione. You don’t have to do it all yourself.” Harry said sympathetically.
“It’s not that. I think I’m finding the information I need, I just feel so filthy reading it all.” She sighed. “It doesn’t help that some of these spells are ancient. Trying to understand them using what we’re used to as a reference is almost impossible. Some of the incantations are dozens of words long, and some of it tries to transliterate from old abjad style scripts, so who knows what sort of inferences they’re making.”
“Do we really need to understand all of that, though? I mean, we’re just trying to blow the things up, aren’t we?” Ron asked.
“It’s not that simple, Ron. These objects are incredibly resistant to most forms of magic. It’s amazing we were even able to unmake it. I think we only succeeded because Harry managed to corrode the piece of soul inside it while it was damaged.” Hermione explained. “Apparently cursed fire will destroy one, but fiendfyre is almost as dangerous to use as just facing the curses directly as we did before.”
“Basilisk venom, too,” Ginny interjected.
Hermione stared at her and thought for a minute. “Ginny! You’re absolutely right! The diary!” She lunged over and hugged Ginny.
Harry looked around. “Sorry, what am I missing? What about the diary?”
“The diary was a horcrux, Harry! You shouldn’t have been able to destroy it, but you did it easily because you had a basilisk fang. Basilisk venom is incredibly destructive, almost nothing can counteract its effects.” Hermione said in a rush.
“Okay, but how does that help us? It’s not like we have another basilisk slithering around to kill. If I even could. If it wasn’t for Fawkes, it would have killed me the first time.” Harry shrugged.
“It’s a bloody great snake skeleton a hundred meters under the school, Harry mate. I doubt it’s gone anywhere.” Ron said reasonably.
“Ron’s right. When we get back to Hogwarts, we’ll have a way to destroy at least some of the horcruxes we find. This is fantastic, Harry! There’s still Nagini, but we can figure that out later. You-Know-Who always keeps the snake close anyway, so we’ll probably have to face him before we have to deal with the snake.” Hermione was elated by this success.
“So wait, was the book useless?” Harry asked.
“Not at all!” Hermione gasped. “I learned loads about horcruxes. I also learned a lot about some of the other dark magic we might be facing.”
“Is finding and destroying the horcruxes one at a time still the only way to get rid of them? There’s nothing we can do to Voldemort directly to get rid of them? I guess not, or Dumbledore would have found it already.” Harry tried to work through the problems still ahead.
“Well, sort of. The only other way would be for You-Know-Who to feel real, sincere remorse for the murders he committed. That would reform his soul and destroy the vessels they were contained within.” Hermione said academically.
“Fat lot of good that does us. You-Know-Who feel bad for killing people? Not very likely, is it?” Ron snorted.
“No, you’re right. It doesn’t seem like a very probably outcome. We should focus on finding the other horcruxes for now, and we can destroy them once we’re back at Hogwarts.” Hermione agreed.
“Why don’t we go find the ring right now? Harry knows where it is, right?” Luna asked.
Harry grimaced. “I do, but the ring is the horcrux I’m most afraid of. When Dumbledore tried to get it before, it almost killed him. He came back to Hogwarts with his wand hand black and shriveled, and apparently Snape—,” Harry spat the name, “had to contain the curse to keep it from killing him.”
“Harry, being afraid isn’t a very good reason not to do something.” Hermione said gently and laid a hand on his arm.
He recoiled and went to sit against the wall. “You don’t think I know that? But if we’re going to do it, I want to at least be ready. Until five minutes ago, we didn’t even know what to do with the ring once we found it.”
“That’s okay because now we do know how to destroy it once we have it. I don’t think we’ll be able to know what curses are on the ring without going to look at it, though.” Luna said reasonably.
“Luna’s right. We don’t have to get up and go right this minute, but we should start making plans to go investigate where the ring is hidden. The more we know, the better we can prepare.” Hermione said.
“Fine. We can at least talk about what we know, but that’s not much.” Harry acknowledged.
“We know what it is, and we know where it is. More or less.” Hermione mused.
“We know it’s hidden in a shack outside of Little Hangleton, but Voldemort will have made it almost impossible to find. You didn’t see what the cave was like. Dumbledore found the entrance just in a random patch of stone. There weren’t any markings or anything. Dumbledore just felt the magic and knew that was where he had to look.” Harry said despondently.
“So that’s where we start. We start learning about methods of magical concealment. I know a few charms already, so I’ll research how to detect and undo them.” Hermione paused for a moment, then continued. “Harry, I also think it would be a good idea to try and better understand your… new abilities.”
Harry squirmed uncomfortably. “I don’t like thinking about it like that. It’s just Dumbledore’s magic, and it comes out sometimes. I don’t think I can really control it or anything.”
“Mate, you’ve been using some pretty weird magic, lately. Don’t you think you should at least try to figure it out?” Ron asked cautiously.
“Maybe you’re being controlled by a Blibbering Humdinger. They can cause people to channel powerful unknown magic as a distraction while they escape.” Luna said vaguely.
Hermione opened her mouth to say something snide, but Harry interrupted her. “It’s an interesting idea, but I don’t think a— I don’t think one would be here in the house with us, do you?”
“No, you’re probably right. I shall have to keep an eye out next time you use unusual magic. Can you let me know which magic is usual for you so I know the difference?” She conceded.
“I’ll try to point it out for you, shall I?” Harry said, smiling. He turned to Hermione. “You’re right. Of course you are. I’ll try and figure out what’s going on. Maybe if I practice, I can learn to control it or something. I don’t know. Worth a try, I guess.”
Hermione gave him an appreciative smile and tousled his permanently messy hair. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out. We’ll be here to help if you need it.”
“I don’t know if it will make much of a difference, though. Even if I can do what he could do, I don’t know what he knew. At least not on purpose. I don’t know if I ever noticed how much magic there is to learn outside of what we get at Hogwarts.” Harry lamented.
“Well, that’s some good news at least. You’ve already taken all your OWL courses once, so you shouldn’t need to study as much this year. You can use that time to learn about other magic instead.” Hermione said, cheerfully.
“Only you could think more studying is good news.” Ron said sourly.
“No, you’re right. If I’m going to end up facing Voldemort, I’m going to need a lot more than basic defense spells. By the time my dad was my age, he was already an animagus. I only survived the Triwizard Tournament because everyone else figured things out for me. I need to at least understand how spells are created.” Harry slapped his hands against his knees.
“Creating spells is very easy,” Luna added helpfully.
“What?” Harry asked, surprised.
“It isn’t hard to create new spells. You just have to understand the linguistic principles involved and structure your request to the magic in potentia underlying everything.” Luna said incomprehensibly.
“Using unregistered and untested spells that you’re creating on the spot is incredibly dangerous and irresponsible. Harry, you mustn’t listen to what she’s saying. You could end up seriously hurt.” Hermione interrupted strictly.
“I don’t even know what she’s talking about, Hermione. Luna, what do you mean making a request to the magic under everything?” Harry focused hard on her. His eyes watered trying to hold eye contact with her macroscopic stare.
“Where do you think magic comes from? It doesn’t come from wands. A wizard or witch is just somebody who can talk to the magic and make the magic listen. Little kids do it instinctively, but adults have too much stuff cluttering up their brains.” Luna said knowledgeably.
“That’s not exactly how it works.” Hermione cut in weakly.
Luna ignored her. “Spells are just ways for us to focus the request into something that the magic can tell is different from or normal speech. We mostly use ancient languages because they don’t have any other meaning to us. That way, the spell can only mean one thing, and that’s the thing we want it to mean. The spell is for us, though. Not for the magic. The magic listens to what’s in our head. In our heart. The spell is just the thing that takes up the right shape in our head to get what we want.”
Harry was dumbstruck. It was the first time in years that someone had actually explained magic to him, and he was realizing what an incredible absence that had been in his education. He stared at Luna with newfound respect and admiration. “So we could use anything for a spell, as long as the message it creates in our head that the magic hears is correct?”
Instead of answering, Luna pointed her wand at a carved wooden wolf that was sitting on a dresser next to her and said, “Flibblewortski.” The wolf changed from wood into what appeared to be chocolate cake. Harry gaped. Hermione looked very grumpy. This was clearly not an approved way of using magic.
“Well, daddy will be expecting me home soon. I think I should probably leave now.” Luna said promptly.
“I’ll walk you out.” Harry stood up and straightened his robes.
At the front door, Luna gave him the usual bone-cracking hug and he walked out to call the Knight Bus for her. He waited for a lull in the foot traffic on the street to avoid drawing attention to himself.
“That man must be very bored.” Luna mentioned conversationally.
“Sorry, what man?” Harry asked, surprised.
“The man in the cloak who walked past. He’s been walking around a lot lately. I suppose he just likes the exercise. Though this street isn’t very pretty.” Luna rambled.
Harry was instantly alert. The man she had indicated was turning the corner a block away, his cloak swishing out of sight. He knew that if the man was a wizard, he would already be gone. Still, he didn’t like the idea of sending Luna out alone without knowing more. He reached a decision.
“Luna, I’m going to take you all the way home tonight. How would that be?” Harry asked, still not taking his eyes off the distant corner.
“Really?” Luna asked excitedly. “You can meet daddy! He would love to see you. He’s always very interested in new people.”
“That’s great, Luna. I’d love to meet him again.” Harry said distractedly. He threw out his hand for the Knight Bus and they boarded. He kept his wand hand in his pocket, even while he was paying Stan. Once they were on the move, he relaxed a bit, but still kept glancing around to see if anyone was showing more interest in them than was warranted. However, as Luna was wearing her necklace of butterbeer caps and conversing loudly about Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, the amount of warranted interest was higher than he would like.
They came to a stop a little ways up the road from the Lovegoods’ house and hopped out to walk up the rest of the dirt lane in the twilight. Luna carried her sandals in one hand and stuck her legs out in big toy soldier steps while she walked. Harry could see for miles out on the moorland, and it was clear there were no threats nearby. The tension in his shoulders slowly let out. Luna grabbed his hand and swung it back and forth while they walked. The Summer breeze rustled the heather in a musical way, and the occasional star twinkled from between the clouds as night crept in.
A stream gurgled and chuckled nearby. Luna gave a little jump and stood ramrod straight on her tippy-toes as an idea struck her. “I need to get more gurdyroots. Daddy said the gulping plimpies have been getting into the dirigible plums again. Will you come with me? It’s only just over here in the stream.”
Harry shrugged and smiled. “Sure, that’s fine. Lead on.”
Luna skipped over to the stream and handed Harry her sandals. “Here, hold these. Gurdyroots grow along the edges of the stream, so it’s easier to see them when I’m standing in the water.”
She waded out into the stream and gave a little shiver as the cool water trickled past her skin. Sitting in the grass, Harry watched her and wondered at how her silver eyes almost seemed to glow in the fading light. Every once in a while, she would bend down and with an “Ah-ha!”, she would pull up an enormous dirty bulb like a green onion. Even from the banks, Harry could smell the pungent, sweaty aroma.
When she had a few in hand, she tossed them to Harry and started to make her way back to him. He caught the dirty green roots and gave them a shake to dislodge the more stubborn wads of clay. Just when he was reaching out to take Luna’s hand and help her back onto the bank, her foot slipped off of a slick, mossy stone and she went over backwards, tumbling into knee-high brook.
With a tremendous splash, she smacked into the water and was soaked from head to toe. She came gasping to the surface with her dirty blonde hair stuck to her face like filigree. She sat cross-legged in the stream for a moment, wiping her hair and the dripping water out of her eyes. “Ouch. I fell right onto my bottom.”
Harry tried not to laugh. “Are you okay? Do you need a hand getting out?”
She gave a little huff and stood up. “Thank you for asking, but I am okay. I fall all the time. Daddy says it’s because wrackspurts got into my ears when I was a baby. Could you take my hand, please?”
Harry grabbed her outstretched arm and lifted her from the stream. Her dress clung to her like a second skin and Harry looked away in embarrassment. Luna seemed totally oblivious to his discomfort and just ran her hands down her front and sides, squeegeeing the water from her in sheets. She shook herself like a shaggy dog and Harry ducked away from the flying droplets.
—s—
“Oops, sorry.” She giggled. “I am very wet, aren’t I?”
With no warning at all, Luna just lifted her dress up and over her head. Underneath, she was wearing nothing at all except for a pair of goldenrod yellow panties with pink flowers on them. Harry fell over onto his butt in astonishment.
“Oh, do you want to sit in the grass for a little while before we go back to the house? That’s okay, this is a very pretty place, I don’t mind staying here a little longer.” Luna said cheerfully. She sat on the grass next to him, comfortably oblivious to her nakedness.
“Luna,” Harry said slowly. “Don’t you think it’s maybe inappropriate for you to be naked around me? I mean, I don’t mind. I just don’t want you to do anything you will regret later.”
She gave him an uncomprehending stare. “Is it? I don’t think so. We’re friends, after all. I know you’ve seen Hermione and Ginny and Ariana all naked before. Ariana told me. Is it because you don’t find me sexually attractive?” The question wasn’t self-conscious, she just sounded like she was trying to assess his logic.
“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re very attractive. I just—,” Harry didn’t even know what he was trying to say. Luna wasn’t stupid, but there was something almost childlike about her innocence that made her not fit in the same frame with the things he did with Hermione and Ariana.
“Is it because we haven’t had intercourse? We can have sex, if that would make you more comfortable.” Luna said simply.
Harry’s mouth hung open, dumbstruck. Nevertheless, in his trousers, something stirred to life. Innocent she may have been, but Luna was still beautiful. Tight and lithe, the skin across her shoulders was striped white from sun, and her small feet were dirty and covered in bits of grass. She was like some sensual forest sprite here to tempt him into the deep woods. Her small breasts were nearly flat, but her nipples were firm and tall in the cool night air.
She noticed him staring and giggled. “I know I’m not as pretty as some of the other girls, but it feels good that you like looking at me. I like looking at you too.”
Harry blushed at being caught. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s not that I don’t want to be with you, Luna. I just don’t want you to feel like it’s something you have to do just to be close to me.”
“Oh no! I was already much closer to you than I’ve been with anyone since Mum passed on. Daddy is wonderful, and quite brilliant. Sometimes, though, he can be a bit…” She wiggled her fingers in the air spacily. Harry suppressed a snort. “Anyway, I can see that your penis is already getting erect, and I would very much like to see it.”
He looked down into his own lap and saw that, in fact, his erection was very apparent. In a surge of curiosity, he glanced over at Luna’s lap and saw a perfectly hairless mound with curling pink lips like the petals of a calla lily. Her hips were narrow and proud, and the muscles reaching down from her tummy were surprisingly defined. While he examined her, she scooted closer across the grass and reached for the button of his trousers.
She wrestled with it briefly, her pink tongue poking out the side of her mouth in concentration. When she finally popped it open, she broke out in a wide grin and worked the zipper down quickly. Harry placed a hand on her side, just above her waist. She felt so small under his broad palm. Her own questing hand disappeared into his trousers, and he felt slender fingers wrap around him.
She withdrew his erection like Excalibur. It stood like a flag pole from between his legs, and Luna eagerly explored it with both hands. He let his own hand drift lower, first onto her hips, then cupping her tight, athletic bum. She paid him no heed and kept playing with his member, not sensually, but curiously. She slapped it against her palms, tried to wrap her fingers all the way around it, pulled it down to his stomach and let it spring back up. With every experiment, she seemed delighted with the result.
Harry slid his hand between her legs from behind, feeling the warmth pouring from her moist core. She let out a playful moan and wiggled against his fingers. She gave the head of his cock a bouncy little peck, then did the same down his shaft and back up again. She stuck out her tongue and padded it against the ridge around his glans. Harry laughed and his cock twitched in her hand. She smiled in delight and kissed it firmly. She gave it another kiss, but added a little suction so it bobbed and swayed like an inflatable toy.
With the tip of his finger, Harry dipped it into Luna and got it slick and glistening with her juices. Then, gently, he slid it forward and worked it in steady little circles around the outside of her clitoris, which he was gratified to find was almost the size of a pencil rubber. She moaned appreciatively and rocked her hips back and forth. She had his balls in both hands and was jiggling them back and forth, taking turns to kiss each one.
While continuing to massage around her tender clit, Harry slid a thick thumb between her lips and reached into her. She shouted in surprised pleasure and thrust back into his hand. He was confused that nowhere inside her did he feel the hymen he expected. He worked his thumb slowly in and out, searching for it.
“Are you still a virgin, Luna?” Harry asked quietly.
“Oh yes. I haven’t been with any boys at all. This is a lot more fun than I expected.” Luna said brightly.
“I just wondered because I didn’t feel your hymen.” Harry mentioned.
“That? Oh dear, they don’t teach boys very much, do they? You don’t have to have sex to lose that, Harry. I just like climbing trees.” She said, as if that explained everything.
Harry was still lost, but this didn’t feel like the right moment for a lesson on comparative anatomy. He made up his mind to ask Hermione about it later. The thought disappeared a fraction of a second later when almost half of his cock disappeared into Luna’s throat. She bobbed and sucked, and the muscles of her throat massaged and gripped at his head. With a determined look, she forced her head lower still, trying to touch her nose to his belly. Eyes watering, she nearly made it before resurfacing.
Tears puddled at the corners of her cheeks, and a toothy grin split her face. “That was so much fun. Did it feel good for you?”
Harry hooked his hands under her armpits and pulled her level with him. He wrapped long fingers around the back of her head and kissed her deeply. She eeped and mewed as his tongue massaged hers and his lips enveloped her mouth. He laid her down on the grass and placed a finger on the tip of her nose. “Lay there. I want to try something fun now.”
She ran her fingers through his messy black hair and followed his captivating mismatched eyes as they descended. When his chin disappeared between her legs, she giggled. “You look like Kilroy.” She held her hand to her face and wiggled her finger like an elephant trunk. Harry paused, mystified, but then decided it wasn’t important and kept going.
With the first lick, Luna fell into paroxysms of delight. She grabbed Harry by the ears and wiggled herself against his nose. “Do that again!” She said excitedly.
Harry smiled up at her and started much lower and slower. His tongue slithered inside her and then wiped broadly up between her lips. It flicked over her clit and she convulsed. She looked down at him curiously, “What do I taste like?”
His nose scrunched up in thought and then the answer came to him. “You taste like Corn Flakes and milk.”
She nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. “Yummy.” She gave his ears a tug. “Keep going!”
“This is the part I’ve never tried before, so let me know if it’s working.” Harry focused hard, trying to take his mind to the place it went when, as a boy, he had a very pleasant conversation with a boa constrictor at the Zoo in Surrey. He imagined it like a door he was opening, and the skill he was looking for was in a book just behind that door. Then suddenly, it was in his mind, and he knew how to control it. In a cascade of hissing sibilants, his tongue fluttered and snapped like a bull whip in a gale. Luna howled with insane glee and nearly pulled his ears off his head.
“That word! The snakes must like that word a lot! Say it again.” Luna demanded.
“Elbows! Elbows. Elbowselbowselbowselbows.” Harry hissed repeatedly in parseltongue. Luna wept in muscle-cramping bliss. Her heels kicked into Harry’s sides like a cowboy urging on a horse. The first orgasm blended into the third in an endless kaleidoscope of sensual decadence.
When Harry relented long enough for her to catch her breath, she dragged him up to look into her big, silver eyes and kissed him with every joule of passion burning through her. Utterly free of pretension or timidity, she kissed him like the Sun kisses the Sahara. Like a typhoon kisses an ocean fishing village. Her lips fused with his in the blast furnace of her devotion and desire.
Then, under the stars, they made love. When he entered her, she shuddered and clung to him. He waited for her to relax and ease into his size, and when she started moving on her own, he found her rhythm and worked his length into her core. She babbled wordlessly as they danced together, his hips moving in time with hers. He caressed her cheek with one hand, and with the other, he grasped her smooth, sunkissed thigh.
Steadily, she picked up her tempo and with quiet little grunts started throwing her hips down towards his. Harry grabbed her waist with both hands and pierced her until she was full to the cusp with his thick, veiny cock. They gyrated against each other and little rivulets of Luna’s arousal dripped down from her puffy pink pussy and glistened on the grass. Harry pounded into her over and over as her moans heightened in pitch. When she was just letting out a high, persistent whine like a tea kettle, he buried his length in her and let her twitch and quake around him.
“Luna, I’m there. I can’t hold back anymore.” Harry gasped.
“Finish inside me, Harry. I have to know. I can’t not know.” Luna babbled.
Plunging as far as he could go, Harry clutched at her, feeling her hard little nipples rub against his chest. Her soft skin stuck to his and she kissed hungrily at his neck and jaw. He erupted into a bone-shaking climax, and a river of pent-up essence burst from him in jet after jet. Luna arched her back amorously, blushing and roiling with the feeling of Harry’s warm seed filling her belly. When they came down from the peak of their pleasure, she stuck two fingers inside of herself and coated them in the mixture of their fluids and then brought them to her mouth.
“Hmm, I think we taste good together. You feel very good inside me. I wonder if I’m going to have your baby. Although, I don’t believe I’m ovulating at the moment.” Luna was Luna again, and Harry felt like someone had rung a bell over his head.
“A baby? But— I mean, I wouldn’t…” Harry stammered vacantly.
“Harry Potter, sex makes babies. Goodness, don’t boys know anything? Anyway, I don’t think it’s very likely, but it would be very interesting to experience.” Luna rambled while she gathered her clothes from the grass.
Harry had a glazed, unfocused look, then decided he could sort out how he was going to process the consequences of what he was doing later. The walk to Luna’s little castle turret was warm and pleasant. Harry gave her a tight, lingering hug a few paces away from the front door and left her to go in on her own. No matter how blasé she felt about being naked and sweaty, he didn’t feel like it was a good idea for her to be naked with him the first time he met her father. She shrugged amiably and kissed him good night and promised that she would come visit again tomorrow.
—s—
On his way back to Grimmauld Place, Harry felt like he was leaving a dream, or the court of some fae creature. It was like rejoining the real world after experiencing paradise for a short while. One thing insistently crept back, though. Someone had been watching Grimmauld Place. A place they shouldn’t even be able to know existed. Well that wasn’t going to last any longer. When they came back again, he would be ready.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Dislocation

Chapter 10: