The Lion and the Eagle {Huna}

Chapter 5

Several weeks passed without any conversation occurring between the war hero and the ex-ravenclaw student. Harry had found himself a job and it was not being an Auror. Harry decided he had seen enough death, pain and violence to last him a lifetime, and seeking out a career revolving around those points would only lead him to a life he did not wish to live. Instead, he had tried out for a spot on the Falmouth Falcons Quidditch team as reserve seeker and had squared the spot.

It was a pleasant job, doing the thing he enjoyed most; flying. Harry was secretly pleased he was only the reserve since somebody was making him prove himself in something he enjoyed. In the words of Samuel Weatherby, a wrinkled man of around fifty with greying hair, Harry was 'a great war-hero'  but would 'need more than a wand and a scar when on a Quidditch pitch'  which pleased Harry greatly. 

On a particularly fine Sunday morning, in the beginning of September, Harry Potter was ready for a day of relaxation. His muscles were stiff and aching from a five-hour training session the previous day but the stiffness seemed to ease with every sip of coffee. Bright gold light filtered into his apartment from the late morning sun hanging in the sky outside, lighting up Harry's cosy home with a comfortable glow. 

Black hair hung in front of bright green eyes that scanned across line after line of words, informing Harry about the events happening in the wizarding world. There wasn't anything very interesting inside, the main articles being: "What are they hiding? Minister for Magic, Kinsley Shaklebolt, visits America to speak with American Minister; Delilah Tone. The subject of discussion is unknown (page 2)", "Seeker and Speaker! Tornadoes seeker; Emily Jones speaks out about pressing issues including (turn to page 5)" and "In Love at Last? Has Harry Potter rekindled the school romance begun at the age of fourteen? (page 7)."

"Ridiculous," Harry muttered, glancing at the last headline which swore that he, Harry, was in a relationship with Parvati Patil who was already dating Seamus Finnigan. This all came from a 'source close to the Chosen-One'. Harry had a shrewd idea it was one of his team members having a joke with each other at the reserves expense but he didn't really mind. Remembering his own joke with Hermione, Harry ripped out the page of the paper and popped it into a box full of similar articles, all claiming he was in a relationship with many different girls. He and Hermione had both agreed that one day they would go through all the articles and have a good laugh at the silliness of people. With a chuckle, Harry returned to his coffee and newspaper, before changing his mind and beginning to search his flat for a quill and some parchment.

On the same morning, several kilometers away, a Miss Luna Lovegood was sitting in the middle of a field, her eyes closed and a peaceful expression on her face. Many of the muggles who passed thought the girl was batty, whilst some smiled at her, assuming she was meditating and coming to peace with herself. Little did they know she was actually trying to find a very shy magical creature called the Bergle, very similar to a small dog or a crup... Except it was bright green. 

Luna hummed softly, listening intently for any sound. She knew that though it was bright green, a Bergle had magical powers that stopped humans from noticing it. unless they knew it was there, they couldn't see it. Luna, however, was quite certain that Bergle's liked music. They liked it so much that one would hopefully answer her humming.

She stopped humming and began to wait. 

It was not the discovery of a Bergle that stopped Luna's search but a letter dropping into her lap with a fluffy creature with it. Calmly opening her eyes, Luna looked into her lap and was not in the least surprised to see a dark brown owl lying sheepishly on her crossed legs. After quickly stroking the birds head, Luna pulled the letter out from underneath the mass of feathers and smiled as she recognised Harry's handwriting.

She opened it, smiling widely at the idea of being friends with one of the most famous boys in the world, and began to read.

Dear Luna,

Though it hardly feels so, it has been almost a month since our last meeting and I have written to ask if you want to change that fact. 

I'm sure you are very busy, as am I but I'm sure we could find time to drink some Butterbeer at the Leaky Cauldron or another Diagon Alley shop. 

Hoping to see you soon,

Harry. 

Luna grinned and scooped up the owl into her arms as she scrambled to her feet. 

"I must thank you, little owl," Luna said, "I may not have found that Bergle, but I will be having drinks with Harry Potter very soon. And that is better than a milllion Bergles."

Apparating back to her extravagant home, Luna immediately summoned the necessary writing equipment for a letter. She sat down on a helpfully placed table and began to write a letter back to Harry, wondering why the 'Dear' in front of her name had made her stomach wobbled. Luna supposed she would never know.