adored by him | *under editing*

fifth year × 63

"How is he?"

Nadia was sat in front of Dumbledore's desk, attending the fourth meeting over the past few weeks.

"He's...upset and angry. Harry's trying to handle it but, he needs help to do it. He just won't ask for it." Nadia explained.

Dumbledore grinned, a twinkle in his eye. "Harry was always a stubborn character."

"He wants to talk to you, sir. He needs you."

Dumbledore sighed and shook his head. "I wish I could help but I can't. The Ministry keeps finding 'evidence' against him, things I can't stop from happening. Besides, all he really needs is his friends."

She sighed. "Is there anything else you'd like to let me know?" Dumbledore catechized.

Nadia mindlessly rubbed the back of her hand, pondering whether or not to tell him about Umbridge's torture methods.

Eventually, she decided against it. "No, sir. That's all."

•••

Nadia decided to take a walk to clear her head.

She ventured through the Forbidden Forest until she heard a familiar voice.

"Luna?" She beckoned.

Luna turned with a smile, her angelic accent sounding like music to her ears. "Hello, Nadia."

Nadia eyed her surroundings with confusion. Luna was standing in the middle of a foggy clearing, supposedly feeding something. Only, Nadia couldn't see what.

"Hello, Harry Potter." Luna then greeted.

Harry joined Nadia's side, also looking bewildered. "Your feet. Aren't they cold?"

Nadia looked down and noticed that Luna wasn't wearing any shoes.

"Bit." She answered. "Unfortunately, all my shoes have mysteriously disappeared. I suspect nargles are behind it." She concluded with a knowing look.

Harry gestured to the empty space in front of them. "What are they?"

"What are what?" Nadia questioned, still confused.

"Thestrals. They're quite gentle really. People just avoid them because they're a bit...different." Luna explained.

Nadia's eyebrows creased even further. "Why can't others see them?" Harry questioned, gazing into the clearing.

"They can only be seen by those who've witnessed death."

Nadia's heart then dropped. If Harry could see them, it means he really did see Cedric die. And Luna... "So, you've seen someone die, then?" Nadia asked, hugging herself.

"My mum." Luna smiled. "She was quite the extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment. One day, one of her spells went badly wrong. I was nine."

"Luna, I'm sorry." Nadia sympathised greatly with the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, it was rather horrible. I do feel very sad about it sometimes, but I've got dad." She grinned softly before turning to Harry.

"We both believe you, by the way. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and that you fought him and the Ministry and the Prophet is conspiring against you."