When two worlds collide.

Deathly Hallows.

"Hello, Mr. Lovegood. I'm Alexandra Barnes. We met a few months back?" I sigh, watching him carefully.

Lovegood's eyes drift to my scar.

"Would it be okay if we came in? It won't take long, sir. I promise.." I fold my arms.

Great tottering towers of Quibbler back-issues rise to the ceiling while an old-fashioned wooden printing press chugs away in the center of the room, spitting out new ones.

"Excuse me." Lovegood mumbles.

As he steps to the wheezing press, we glance at past quibblers laying about: muggle murder rise, dozen die as death eaters attack, Alex in hiding, where is the chosen one, quidditch World Cup cancelled amid death threats.

Abruptly, the press goes silent and Lovegood turns.

"So. What brings you here, Miss. Barnes?"

"Well, sir, we need some help." I clear my throat.

"Ah. Help. I see. Yes, well, the thing is, helping Alexandra Rosalyn Barnes is rather dangerous these days.." He looks directly at me.

I glance at the others uncomfortably, they return the glances.

"Aren't you the one who keeps telling everyone it's their first duty to help Alex?" Ron scoffs.

"I have expressed that view, yes." Lovegood nods. "In the past. Would you excuse me one moment. I shall return shortly and, um, try to help you.."

Lovegood dashes from the room.

"What's going on here?" Harry whispers.

"He's mental. Let's face it. Luna's always good value, but she's nutty as squirrel poo." Ron mumbles.

Just then, Hermione gasps, points to an enormous spiral horn mounted on the wall.

"Do you see that?" Hermione questions.

"Well, yeah, of course. It's massive, isn't it?" Ron rolls his eyes.

I stand up and walk over to it.

"No! Don't go near it!" Hermione starts.

I stop and turn to Hermione. "It's an Erumpent horn. It's a Class B Tradeable Material!"

Harry, Ron and I exchange a "she's mental" glance before I sit down.

"Yeah, all right..." Ron breathes out.

Just then, Lovegood returns with a tray rattling with cups.

"May I offer you all an infusion of Gurdyroots? We make it ourselves." He smiles.

"Where is Luna, sir?" Hermione questions.

"Luna? Oh, um, she'll be along.." He shrugs. "Now how can I help you, Miss. Barnes?"

"Well, sir, it's about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. A symbol.." I start.

"You mean this?" Lovegood reaches into his nightshirt and pulls out the chain with the triangular eye.

"Yes! Exactly. What we wondered, sir, is, well, what is it?" I sigh.

"What is it? Well, it's the sign of the Deathly Hallows, of course!" He chuckles.

"The what?" We all question.

"The Deathly Hallows. I assume you're all familiar with 'The Tale of the Three Brothers?'."

Yes!" Hermione, Ron and Harry nod. "No." I shake my head.

I looks at the others, then Hermione reaches into her beaded bag and pulls out The Tales of Beedle the Bard. "It's in here!"