Dobbins appeared with a pop. "Master Harry and Mistress Luna should return in a couple of hours, if you'd care to wait. I could set up some movies for you to watch in the meantime."

"Hours!?" Hermione exclaimed wide eyed.

"They haven't gotten to play together in quite some time, it will be at least two, probably three," Dobbins explained.

Hermione turned and stared at Harry.

"How can you play movies here?" Harry asked nervously, trying to change the subject. "I thought electronics didn't work at Hogwarts."

"Master Harry has pensieve recordings of memories of movies he's edited," Dobbins explained.

"Really?" Hermione asked, much to Harry's relief as she was no longer staring at him.

"Shall I start you off with the Star Wars trilogy?" Dobbins asked.

"I'd like to see that," Harry said.

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"Faster!" Luna screamed as she raced Harry, shooting through the clouds at over two hundred miles an hour, his laughter coming through the modified wireless receiver built into the control console in front of her.

Padded seats with cushioning charms and a restraint harness made it comfortable to fly even when pulling a five G turn as they were now. A complex runic disillusion charm, carved into the metal, kept them from being seen as more than a heat shimmer in the air by anyone but each other, keeping anyone from reporting them as UFOs.

"Wanna make crop circles?" Luna asked as they raced along the surface of the ocean, leaving a massive rooster tail behind them.

"Sure," Harry agreed, so happy to have her back he'd have mooned McGonagall had she asked.

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The three had just finished watching an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie when the pair returned, skin flushed, bits of grass in their hair, bright smiles on their faces.

"Where were we?" Potter asked, his fingers intertwined with Luna's.

"Third year," Harry said. "I'll start. I blew up Marge-"

"Really?" Potter interrupted perking up. "Reducto or explosives?"

"That's horrible!" Hermione exclaimed. "It was just accidental magic. He inflated her like a balloon."

"You didn't have that problem?" Harry asked.

"I dosed her with a potion that made dogs really like her," Potter said. "She went home early and I never saw her again."

"I'm not going to ask why," Hermione decided.

"She was gone, I didn't need to know any more," Potter agreed, "less mental scarring that way."

"My Godfather Sirius escaped from Azkaban," Harry said. "Naturally they tried to hide it from me, which was rather difficult since everyone knew and Fudge had surrounded the school with Dementors."

"That happened to me as well," Potter agreed. "It drove me to learn the Patronus and its family of associated spells from our defense teacher Remus Lupin. He was a good man despite his affliction."

"Was?" Harry asked.

"Family of spells?" Hermione asked.

"Turned out Pettigrew was alive, Sirius was likely innocent, and Lupin had been friends with both of them and our father while in school," Potter explained. "The Dementors swarmed and kissed all three, almost getting Professor Snape and Hagrid as well. I was so angry..."

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A dozen rune encrusted, disillusioned, bludgers flew past at Harry's command, each glowing with a stored emotion given form by the Patronus charm or one of its related spells. Silver balls of joy, purple balls of despair, and red balls of rage, leaving faint lines of color behind, as they slammed into the Dementors circling the school. The battered wraiths fled from the silver balls, were drawn towards the purple ones, and flinched back from the red ones, which made it easy for Harry to herd them into a circle and obliterate them.

The Wizarding World had thought Dementors to be invulnerable, but it turned out they simply hadn't used the right combination of emotional energy and sheer trauma.

Bones shattered and robes caught fire as cantaloupe sized iron balls struck at one and a half times the speed of sound. And through it all, Harry just stood there glaring angrily at the demons.

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Luna gave his hand a gentle squeeze and Potter smiled at her, breaking away from his memories.

"It was easy to see I was responsible for the Dementors' destruction, which turned out to not only be legal but something the Unspeakables were offering a hundred thousand galleon reward for. That all came out when Ron Weasley tried to report me to the Aurors once more," Potter said with a shrug.

"Can we ask how you did that?" Hermione asked.

"I'll share that secret after I collect another hundred thousand galleons," Potter said with a grin.

Ron groaned. "And the Goblet summoned you leaving all that gold behind."

"Actually I still have it all with me," Potter said cheerfully.

"I'm not asking this time," Ron said, knowing what he wanted to ask and what the answer would be.

"Much smarter than the Ron I knew," Potter said again.

Harry grinned and told Potter how things had happened at his Hogwarts, showing him the Marauder's Map and explaining everything he'd found out.

"You guys are completely insane," Potter said. Turning to Harry he said, "Your balls are almost as big as mine."

"Hey-" Hermione was just about to leap to Harry's defense when she realized she didn't know what to say and that both Harry and Ron were waiting to find out as well.

Seeing that the blushing witch wasn't going to say anything more Ron nodded. "You walked straight up to a dragon's nest and picked up an egg, having balls almost that big isn't an insult."

"And the crazy?" Harry asked with a grin.

"You're Gryffindors, it's expected," Luna assured him, getting a laugh from everyone.

"See if you can get Sirius or Remus to make a copy of the map please," Potter said. "I have a feeling it'll come in handy."

"Sorry about the Tournament," Harry said.

Potter waved it off and squeezed Luna's hand. "It's a small price to pay," he said honestly.

"I've been dealing with Voldemort year after year," Harry said with a sigh. "This is just one more of his plots."

"Still worth it," Potter assured him.

"We better go speak with Flitwick so we can get you scheduled for classes and room at the tower," Luna told him.

"Probably a good idea," Potter agreed. "Think I can claim to be a third year and join your class?" he asked Luna.

"Not like they can prove you aren't," she agreed as they left.

"Looks like you'd be doing a lot better if you never met me," Ron said sadly, as the two boys looked at the chart Hermione had made comparing the two Harrys and their lives.

"Sure, it'd only cost the lives of five people and leave me without a friend in the world," Harry noted.

"What?" Ron asked confused.

"Potter only had one friend and she was killed his second year," Hermione pointed out. "You have no idea what it's like having not a single friend in the world."

"It sucks," Harry said flatly. "I may not be able to make dragons faint at my approach, but I'm a lot happier than he was before he got his friend back and I still have my Godfather."

The three fell silent, looking at the chart of the two lives and seeing the loneliness Potter had suffered through.

"Anyone going to ask how Luna knows him even though she's the Luna from this world?" Hermione asked.

"No," Harry and Ron chorused.

"Yeah, that's probably for the best," Hermione agreed.

"I... think we should study more," Ron said with a sigh.

"What?" the pair chorused confused by the comment coming out of left field, not to mention Ron suggesting studying.

"We've been lucky, he hasn't," Ron tried to explain what he was thinking. "He's had people die on him… a lot. We can't rely on luck forever, so unless we want to lose people, we better start studying and learning what we can."

"Yeah," Harry nodded slowly, not having a problem with studying more, as long as he had his friends with him. Hearing what his other self had gone through and remembering what it had been like to have no friends made him appreciate them all the more.

Hermione made a happy noise and tackled the two in a hug that knocked them to the floor.

Typing by: Abyssal Angel