However, the youngest Weasley male ignored the warning and only slowed down to a walk. "But, Harry," he said, as if surprised. "I thought Dumbledore would have told you it was just a prank. We meant no harm by it."
Not wanting the redhead any closer, Harry cast a stunner at the boy, who - with a look of surprise on his face, hesitated - before he dropped like a boneless heap on the stairs, unconscious, when the charm hit him in the middle of the chest. Daphne followed it up with the rope binding charm, Incarcerous, and a localised silencing charm; as Hermione cast a Wizard Notice-Me-Not ward around them based on the ones they used while on the run looking for horcruxes.
Stepping forward, Harry then enervated the boy and, kneeling over the prat so his face was a lot closer, growled out, "Listen up, Weasley. Our friendship irrevocably ended the moment we found out what you've been up to. We know about the love potions, we know about the loyalty potions, we know about the repulsion potions, and we know all about how you've been blocking other students from getting to know me, getting close to me. We know that it's all about you, your sister and your mother getting your hands on the Potter fortune. We know it all!
"If I thought I could get away with it, I'd kill you, your sister and your mother, right now. You only live, at the moment, because I would be the prime suspect if you suddenly disappeared. However, first chance I get where I think I can get away with it, you will disappear. It won't take much for me to kill you, hide your body under my invisibility cloak and levitate it out to the Forbidden Forest to feed it to the acromantulas.
"Hell, I might even use the exact same charms we've got you under right now. I'm sure Aragog's little family would prefer their prey alive rather than dead."
While Harry was quietly growling at the boy what he really wanted to do to him, Weasley was growing more and more horrified and terrified by each passing moment. When Harry mentioned how he might even deliver the boy to the acromantulas alive for their dining pleasure, he fainted.
As Harry stepped away with a smirk on his face, Hermione recast the Notice-Me-Not field and removed the ropes of the Incarcerous charm. Then together, feeling a lot happier with themselves, the three continued their trip to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"Don't forget to clear your wands, ladies," Harry reminded them.
As they walked, the three started casting quick and short term charms such as the light charm, its counter, the levitation charm, a couple of minor shield charms and the like. By the time they walked into the Great Hall, each had cast about a dozen spells through their wands.
Again, they sat opposite Luna at breakfast. Though gaining her friendship wasn't one of their 'missions' from their guardian angels, both Harry and Hermione knew just how much of a trusted friend she would become within the next couple of years, anyways. Establishing that friendship now was even better.
As he sat down Harry smiled at the younger 'Claw, while she was busily building things with her food, and said, "Good morning, Luna." His two bondmates followed suit.
Luna looked up a little suspiciously, at first, before her face brightened with a big smile and she replied, "Good morning, Harry, Hermione, Daphne."
Harry began building his own breakfast with toast topped with a poached egg and a couple of pieces of bacon on the side. Glancing across at what Luna was doing, he asked, "You enjoy art, don't you?"
Again, a look of suspicion flitted across Luna's face as she looked back at Harry, before it faded away into a smile. "Yes, I love art. At home, I paint. I like to make things, too."
"Mmm," said Harry as he dashed a bit of salt and pepper on his egg. "I've seen your radish earrings and butterbeer cork necklace. You do good work."
"Oh, that's not art," she replied. "Wrackspurts are allergic to radishes, so they don't want to come near my ears. That way I don't become infected with them."
"And there's something that's allergic to cork?" asked Harry, quite curious.
"Nargles," she replied.
"Still," he said, "You could have made a perfume essence of the radishes for the Wrackspurts; and sewn cork into the lining of your clothing. Instead, you made quite delicate jewellery out them. I daresay you have a hidden talent in making fine jewellery with ordinary precious stones and the like."
Again, Luna looked across at Harry. Only this time it was with genuine gratitude. She then put down what she was doing with her food and sat back. "You're a most unusual boy... no, man... Harry Potter."
Harry grinned back and said, "Thank you, Luna. It's nice of you to notice."
"Mmm," she said. "I can also see you've been touched by an angel. As have Hermione and Daphne."
Harry froze.
"Oh, and your bond with Daphne has strengthened a little since last night, too," she continued, as if she'd not seen the look of almost panic flit across his face. She then seemed to look a little spaced out looking at the space between Harry and Hermione and said, "The bond between you and Hermione hasn't changed, though. You need to work on that."
"It's not in danger of failing, is it?" asked Hermione, a little concerned.
"No," she replied. "It's just holding steady. But, the bond you have with Harry is now being almost matched by the bond Daphne has with Harry. That's how I know the bond she has with Harry has strengthened. The subtle difference that was there last night has almost gone."
She suddenly sat forward and reach over placing her hand on Daphne's where it rested on the table top. "I'm pleased for you," she said.
Harry grinned at Daphne and asked, "What changed?"
Daphne, who was clearly stunned by what Luna had said to her, blushed a little and quietly replied, "I... I've come to realise I'm falling in love with you."
After a moment, Harry leaned sideways to lightly kiss her on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you. I'm doing the same with you."
Luna smiled across at the pair of them. "And... it just strengthened a little more."
Hermione looked across in surprise at Luna and asked, "You really can see the bonds, can't you?"
Pulling her hand back from Daphne's, Luna looked just a little hurt by what Hermione asked and said, "Yes."
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