Best Friends

Malfoy Manor

Hello Loves or Darlings, whichever you prefer! After finishing off this book, I would like to rewrite it in another story, (the exact same) except this time it will be written in according to the books rather than the movies for more description if you're interested. Also, for those of you worrying about Y/n dying, I know in the last chapter or two I said I would write their future, I forgot to put "if she survives". So you're not completely out of the woods yet loves and darlings. Now onto the story!
-Ava
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We had arrived to the Lovegood's home and the welcome that Xenophilius gave us wasn't the one I was expecting at all, especially since I'm Luna's best friend. And, according to Harry, he was quite kind at Bill and Fleur's wedding. At the time that Harry was speaking with Mr Lovegood, I was scheming how to get Ginny and Luna to dance together. But that was then, and who knows what the two were doing now. Possibly each other.

"Mr Lovegood, we met at the wedding, remember?" Harry asks, going ahead of Ron, Hermione, and I.

"Harry, you do realize that, whether you met at a wedding or not, he's going to recognize you, right?" I ask. "You're the famous Harry Potter, after all."

"Right" Harry says, I swear it's like he forgets he's famous sometimes.

"And maybe someday you'll be the famous Y/n Potter" Hermione mutters.

"He really is thick sometimes, isn't he?" Ron whispers to me, as he was too afraid of Hermione hearing.

"He's always thick, in more than one way" I whisper back.

"What're you two talking about? Who's thick?" Hermione asks.

Ron froze and looked away into the distance, as if he saw something interesting.

"I said, Harry's thick, in more than one way, too" I repeat.

Harry heard but chose to ignore it, its my right to embarrass him right? I'm his girlfriend and best friend, after all. Hermione gave me a look that told me I needed to focus and I muttered out a "fine."

"Hello Mr Potter, why have you come here?" Xenophilus asks.

"We need some help" Harry says. Well that's one way to ask for help Harold, it sounds like a demand.

"I-I'm not sure that's the best idea" he hesitated.

"Erm sir, where's Luna?" I ask, feeling like something was wrong about being here.

"Luna's just off fishing for plimpies down by the stream" Xenophilius answered after a moment. "I suppose I can help, she'll be joining soon enough, come inside."

That's what she said, but ok. We all stepped into the house and Xenophilius closed the door behind us. He led us up spiral stairs and had us each sit down at a chair, there were only four chairs, so I remained standing so Mr Lovegood could take a seat.

Suddenly my mind played an image of the house being destroyed, it looked later on in the day, and it seemed like it was from a bomb or explosion of some sort. Well what the actual hell was that? I knew that sometimes I imagined things happening and they ended up happening, but usually it's when I'm asleep and I dream of it, I don't understand why I see it now.

I shook off the thought when Xenophilius spoke once more.
"So, what is it I can help you with, Mr Potter?"

"We were wondering what that-"