She drifted to where he indicated, and delicately took a seat. "Oh, Daddy heard about their tribble trouble, and we spent many hours watching it at an empty Muggleborn's house."
"You broke in to someone's house?" Hermione all but yelled at the ditzy girl.
"No, silly, it was one of Daddy's friends that went on vacation," she said, waving the accusation away. She was quite used to people misunderstanding her. "They subscribe to our magazine, you see, and when they found out we wanted to do an article on the tribbles, they offered to let us see where they came from. It was ever so educational. Though, we were very disappointed to find they were make-believe."
"So, tell me, Lovely Luna, why you've come to visit when my 'best mate' hasn't?" Harry asked, edging towards the new girl a bit at a time. He liked this one, she wasn't bossy, and she liked Star Trek.
"I heard you were infested with wrackspurts, so I came to see if I could help. However, when I got here and heard you talking, I was saddened to learn that it is simply amnesia," the little blonde answered in a dreamy voice, and then she stared at the space near his right ear. "You do seem to have some nargles, though," she added as she took a bottle cap necklace off her neck and put it around his.
When she leaned over to accomplish that task, Harry took the chance to see what the robes hid and was pleasantly surprised that it was quite a bit.
"Pervert," Luna accused without malice.
"Teenager," Harry rebutted with a big smile.
"Oh, Harry," Hermione groaned.
Just then Dobby showed up with a beaters' bat, "Dobby is thinking that maybe Master Harry got in his bad situation because of a blow to the head," the little guy said as he raised the bat. "Then Dobby is thinking that maybe another hit might make Master Harry remember."
And he swung.
Somewhere in the castle
Severus Snape was not having a good time of it. No, he was trying to talk an overly emotional female ghost into reason. He thought it would be easy as most women are quickly swayed by love, but this one was holding on to her murder as if it were more important than his issues. She was already dead; couldn't she get over it already?
"Madam," he tried again in his silkiest voice, "what happened to you was awful, that is to be sure. However, it was centuries ago. Can you not find it in your heart to forgive the man? He is truly remorseful." He put on his best sincere expression, which he really needed to practice in the mirror.
The usually shy ghost flared with anger. "You are only trying to protect yourself from something. You would never be here if that were not the case. You are a cruel and selfish man, Severus Snape, and I will not be persuaded by your petty words. Be gone," she hissed as she neared the hated professor's face, making sure he knew that she didn't believe a word he said. She had heard the children of her House cry and moan over this man's teaching and his spiteful behavior. She had been taken in twice by smooth talking Slytherins; she was not going be fooled again.
"Madam…" Snape started, only for her to turn her back on him and fly away.
"Ah, Severus," came a voice that he didn't want to deal with right now, "why ever are you trying to persuade poor Helena to talk to Damien?"
' Dammit,' the dark-haired man thought as he turned with a blank face. "I am merely doing the Baron a favor," he answered as if this were an everyday occurrence.
"I did not know you were so helpful to your House Ghost. Well done, very well done indeed," the old man praised. "Speaking of which, I was searching for Damien myself, have you seen him?" he asked knowingly, thinking that perhaps there was something to Minerva's story. Severus doesn't do 'favors'. At first, he thought it might be Karkaroff trying to get rid of the competition, he would not put it past the man, but now he was leaning towards his Potions Master having a hand in Harry's amnesia.
"The last I saw of the Baron he was haunting the dorms. He seems to have taken a liking to young Draco," the Potions Master lied, knowing full well that the apparition was standing in one of the classrooms nearby, in case that dozy cow of a ghost consented to speak with him.
"Then let us departure to the dorms, for it is imperative that I speak with him. Perhaps you should join us, there are rumors that need to be put to rest, and they pertain to you as well," Dumbledore stated with a jovial voice, though his eyes were hard.
"Of course, Headmaster," Snape said reluctantly as he turned and started down the hall to the dungeons.
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