Luna and Harry went to get their outer-cloaks and met at the doors. They silently made their way to the lake. Harry stopped them when they were far away from anyone. They stood close, facing each other. This was a talk that needed eye contact.
Harry reached down and took her hand in his, rubbing the back in a soothing motion. "I don't want you to think that I don't find you attractive, Luna. I think you are very cute, and your personality is the best. It's very relaxing to be around you, and I find that you have a marvelous way of defusing tense situations. You are a wonderful girl. However, I don't want to start something that might hurt you later," he said, bringing her knuckles up, and bussing them. "We have no idea how I'll act when I'm well. Well, not well, but more myself, I think. Oh, I'm not sure what I mean," he got out with a great deal frustration.
"I do understand. It must be so hard for you not to know," she said softly, putting her other hand to his cheek, gently brushing it with her thumb. "It is quite sad that you feel this way. I was hoping for more, but I will take the friendship that you are offering," she answered as she laid her head on his chest. She sighed when he put his arms around her, holding her tight. Her eyes brightened with unshed tears. "I do want you to know that I will fight to remain in your life, even if you revert back to the timid boy who didn't know what girls were."
"Luna, we are still so very young, and we have years ahead of us. Let's not rush anything," he said, kissing the top of her head.
"I suppose we can stay away from the Frickleprats, for now," she answered dreamily.
Harry wondered what she was talking about. Her unseen creatures gave him things to think about. Like how to fight them, or research them, or other such thoughts. Still, it was one of the things he liked about her, it was her conviction that what she said was 100% real.
The two teens just stood in the cold air, both lost in their thoughts. Both hoping that Harry didn't change, or at least not much. After a few moments, they swayed to music only Luna could hear, making their thoughts less morbid, and more pleasant as she hummed along. It was good to dream.
Amelia's POV
Madam Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, was not having a good day. No, she was currently arguing with a very stubborn Cornelius Fudge. "Dammit, Cornelius, he put the children in danger, and has been doing so for decades!" she yelled, slamming her hand on the Minister's desk. They had been at this for a half an hour, and the man was being stubborn. Why couldn't he understand that Dumbledore was in the wrong.
"Amelia," the political man said as smoothly as he could, gesturing with his hands that she needed to calm down, "you're talking about putting a national icon on trial. To bring him before the Wizengamot, well It just can't be done. He has too many supporters, plus the political fallout would be too great. He's in charge of too many offices. If you can convict him before our guest leave, it will make Britain look bad. We'll lose standing, it would be a disaster. No, you will dismiss these charges, and forget the whole thing. I will find another way to… dethrone the man." The pudgy man stood as firm as he could.
Amelia Bones was a formidable woman, who needed to be handled with kid gloves. It made him irritated to have such a powerful woman running around the Ministry, who he couldn't control. Sometimes he regretted that a female was Head of the DMLE. They were just too emotional and couldn't see what needed to be done. Why couldn't she be like Dolores? Pliant, while giving good advice. His Undersecretary was very good at giving… assistance.
"It's a good thing for me that you are not in charge of my office," she snarled, giving him a loathing look. Oh, how she hated when he tried to control her. He wasn't going to get away with this. She was going to go over his head to the Wizengamot. There was no way she was going to let Dumbledore walk away unscathed.
"I will see you out of that office, if you pursue this," Fudge threatened, leaning into her space, making sure she understood that he was being truthful. He was in charge of the Ministry, dammit, and he wasn't going to let this woman dictate to him. He was sure Dolores had something on her, everyone had a skeleton in their broom closet. Didn't they?
"I will do the right thing," Amelia stated firmly, turned, and stormed out. She growled at anyone who got in her way. She went back to her office and slammed herself in her chair. She took a deep breath and considered what the Minister had said. It would be a political nightmare if she were to imprison Dumbledore, but no one was above the law. With that thought, she got to work.
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