Harry went to bed early. He couldn't believe what went on downstairs. He had been dished a detention on his first day, and by Malfoy no less. Then to top it off Ron had agreed with him. Harry was livid. How could his best friend agree with that rotten, dirt- bag?
Ron and Hermione had gone to the prefect meeting. Harry was lying alone in his bed listening to the steady taps of the new- falling rain. He was slowly being lulled off to sleep by the sound when the dorm room door burst open and crashed against the wall. Ron surged into the room angrily and dumped his robes on the bed and began pulling on his pyjamas.
"Is everything ok, Ron?" Harry asked groggily, sitting up. Ron looked angry.
"Oh, it's great." He said sarcastically. "I have all my Prefect duties, plus extra 'Head Boy' duties, my school studies, AND the things for the order." He flopped onto his bed face down.
"You look tired." Harry mused. Ron turned his slightly to face Harry.
"Do you suppose?" Ron said. "Term hasn't even started yet and I'm tired. I don't know how the hell anyone would be able to do it all. How did my brother's do it?" He said, turning his head back to the pillow. Harry smiled.
"You'll be happy to know we have McGonagall first tomorrow." Harry said. Ron groaned into his pillow.
"I hate Transfiguration." He mumbled. Then Harry heard Ron's distinct snore. He had fallen asleep. Harry lay back down and stared at the canopy of his bed.
He was hurting from Ginny. He thought she could be the one. Now, though, he knew better. Besides it wouldn't be right if they had, he and Ron were good friends. Harry couldn't risk that for Ginny and he knew it.
To think that he had been dumped for that stupid, Slytherin git. Harry couldn't fathom it. That was in the past though. Harry sighed and crawled out of bed. He grabbed his dad's invisibility cloak and stepped through the portrait of the Fat lady.
"Off for a wander are we?" She asked chirpily. Harry nodded. She raised an eyebrow. "You aren't planning to do something naughty by any chance, are you?" she asked.
"Huh?" Harry wasn't sure he followed. The Fat Lady nodded to the cloak. Harry realised what she meant. "No, I just don't want to be caught if I'm out too late." He said. She nodded.
"Have fun then." She said merrily. Harry waved back.
Harry wandered the hallways and finally stopped in the awards hallway. He was looking at the Quidditch house cup that his father had won when he heard footsteps slowly coming up behind him. Harry gripped his wand and wheeled around ready to strike.
Harry had expected it to Malfoy and his goons. Harry was surprised to see Luna Lovegood staring at Harry's wand, non-plussed.
"Who were you expecting?" She asked softly. Harry lowered his wand, sheepishly.
"Nobody." He said hurriedly.
"I was sorry to hear about you and Ginny." Luna said. Harry shrugged.
"It's ok it would've ended eventually anyway." He assured her. Luna smiled.
"Because of Ron?" She asked Harry. He nodded.
"Yeah, it would've been far too complicated." He explained. "Ron and I are too close as friends to allow ourselves to be anything else." He said.
Harry and Luna stood in silence for a few minutes. Luna gazed at all the awards. Harry was getting the impression he should leave when Luna turned to him.
"You know, Malfoy isn't all bad." She told him, seriously. Harry stared at her. She smiled. "I know what you're thinking." She chuckled. "You think I'm crazy, Right?" She asked. Harry didn't say anything. Luna chuckled.
"It's ok, everyone does." She told Harry. "Malfoy is usually the one who gets my stuff back to me at the end of the year." She told him.
Harry remembered back to his fifth year. He had only just met Luna and thought her rather strange. At the end of the year, however, Harry had begun to feel sorry for poor Luna "Looney" Lovegood. He had found out that people would steal her belongings and hide them from her.
"We are more alike than you know." Harry told her. Luna gazed at him, not saying anything for a moment. Then slowly smiled.
"We are, aren't we?" She asked. "You know what? I think you're cute." She told Harry. He gazed at her. Harry was seeing Luna in a whole new light. Could he be thinking Luna was cute? Luna smiled. She leant forward and brushed her lips over Harry's.
Harry was momentarily stunned. He soon forgot about it. They stood this way for a few minutes when Harry heard footsteps at the end of the hall. Harry pulled away and threw the cloak around himself and Luna. Luna gave Harry a puzzled look and Harry put his finger to his lips. Luna understood and made no noise.
Snape and McGonagall came wandering down the corridor. Luna looked up at Harry, shocked. Harry knew how she felt. It seemed oddly surreal that the heads of the two most rival houses at Hogwarts were parading around the school, having a civilised conversation with each other.
"What have you found out?" McGonagall asked. Snape's lip curled.
"Is this the place to discuss such things?" He asked. McGonagall nodded. Both she and Snape strode off down the corridor. After they had rounded the corner and disappeared from view, Harry threw off the cloak.
"That was weird." Luna said. "Even for me." She chuckled. Harry laughed.
"Well. I must say I never thought I'd see the day Snape and McGonagall would walk down a Hogwarts corridor having a civilised chat with each other." He said.
"The return of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has brought all kinds of changes among people" Luna observed. Harry agreed.
"People are banding together and co- operating in the most unlikely ways." He said. Still he felt a strange sensation creeping over him. Harry found himself feeling strangely unsafe. He wasn't sure why but he knew he didn't like it all.
"Are you alright?" Luna asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He assured her. "It's getting late, maybe we should get going back to our houses." He said quietly. Luna nodded.
"Ok, but before we do I need to ask." Harry held his breath. "What went on just before?"
"I was just thinking that myself." He said earnestly. "I think I like you." He began slowly, Luna nodded, not speaking. "What do you say? Could we give this a go?" He asked her. Luna smiled warmly.
"That would be great." She said. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." She said. "Sleep well." She said, before turning to walk back to her house. Harry sighed.
"Goodnight Luna, sleep well." He called after her as she disappeared.
Harry headed back to the common room with a mixture of emotions running through his mind. He was confused about seeing Snape and McGonagall discussing things together, yet it made sense as they were both in the Order.
He was feeling happy about Luna, and also guilty for moving on from Ginny so fast, although she was dating Malfoy already.
The one major feeling that Harry had was the ever present feeling of dread. What was going on? What was Voldemort planning? And why was this feeling haunting him so badly?
As Harry crawled into bed he turned to Ron's four- poster bed, where he was snoring, soundly asleep.
Harry got a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach. Did Voldemort plan on harming Ron? Harry thought as he fell into a restless slumber.