The last Lovegood

Chapter four, Warm Welcome.

They apparated the moment they had gotten their stuff together. Luna had her eyes closed, it helped her not to get so sick from the obnoxious feeling.

"Don't open your eyes," he said dead serious.

That made her opened them at once. She let out a scream, but it was no joy scream. 

"NOOO!" She cried and dropped her bags so all the stuff came rolling out. 

The once so pretty house, was a complete wreck.  The door was ripped off the hangers, and all the pots of flowers smashed. Their plum tree was ripped out of the ground. There was a big hole blasted in the brick house, so that you could see right into the kitchen.

Luna ran inside and fumbled after something, in the pile of brick by the hole. There was a coat of dust and dirt over everything, it was clear that this family had no house elf, had Rolf thought. Everything was full of spiderwebs. The table was upside down, with three broken legs. It really looked like someone had released a giant monster-book that Hagrid had them to buy one year, too smash the house to pieces. 

"It is gone, the horn. Someone must have tried to steal it," she said still with that wild look. "It has been enchanted to self-destruct within second when it's touched," she continued and gestured to the big hole in the kitchen. 

"Was is expensive," he said.

"Irreplaceable," she replied not wanting to explain any more.

Luna was now going through a heavy pile of mail, and packages. Five invitations, Ginny and Harry's wedding, Ronald and Hermione's wedding, two funerals and one party. She had also got about fifteen letters, a bunch of them from the ministry of magic, on from the daily prophet, some she didn't even look at. But then she saw one with the Hogwarts crest on, the familiar shape of her own house Ravenclaw made her heart sting. She missed it so much.

What does Hogwarts want with  me, she thought as she opened it. It was from Neville, apparently professor Sprout had retired and had recommended they gave the job as Herbology teacher to Neville who of course accepted immediately, that was and had always been his dream and passion. The letter was very long. He told about everything that had happened while she was away. She read every word even laughed at some parts. She had forgotten Rolf was even there, when she looked at him he was already starting to fix the house. He held his wand arm straight out and slowly turning it in circles, while he muttered some words. Luna had never been good at producing Non-verbal spells, so she didn't bother to help. 

"Thank you," she muttered when he was done and the house looked shiny and new again. Except for the hole it the kitchen. She conjured a yellowish blanket and it sealed itself in front of the hole. "For the wind," she mumbled. And she went to make some tea.

*11 years later*

Luna heard a clattering sound, and shortly after, the door opened. Her husband Rolf stepped inside. He gave her a quick kiss, and asked what she'd made for dinner. He was finally home from one of his adventures, this time with two boxes of some weird looking but rather small creatures floating behind him - he had always loved the 'locomotor' spell. So Luna had cooked him his favorite meal.

She didn't like cooking, but it was expected of her now that she was a grow woman.

The creatures was not the only new thing he had brought with him, his face, neck and arms full of blemishes and blisters. She recognized the creatures at once, as pelothocoins, they like to live by the sea in the North, build houses of seashells. They give you horrible rashes, blemishes, and so on by spitting on you.

She went down to the press room, and storage to get the antidote for the pelothocoins poisonous spit, her mother had made some once. It was on the second top shelf, big jar labeled with her mum's curly handwriting 'Pelothocoin Antidote'. She got it and hurried upstairs with it. She faced the second staircase and called out: