Harry Potter was dreadfully bored this morning as he sat in a booth at the Leaky Cauldron. He didn't have much to do after finishing his shopping early in the morning. Unlike last year, Harry avoided going to purchase his school supplies with the Weasley's, even if they were sitting at the table next to him, chatting away while eating a late breakfast. It had been awkward shopping with them in second year when he saw the Weasley vault and then his own, it made him uncomfortable in a way he couldn't understand and Harry didn't like feeling that way so he made sure to get up before the redheaded clan to not deal with that.

However this left him with nothing to do and a few extra hours of free time. Looking around his surroundings he noticed that someone had left a newspaper in the booth he was seated in. He'd seen the Daily Prophet before but this publishing was not familiar to him, it was an odd paper called The Quibbler. After flipping through the pages, full of information that he'd never heard of and some stuff he questioned. But it was a small ad near the back of the magazine that drew his attention. "First Prize to whoever provides proof of the existence of the Crumple-Horned Snorkack?" Harry read aloud as his eyes flicked to the provided drawing.

"Wait a minute-," Harry paused as he looked at the depiction for a moment before realizing he'd seen such a creature wandering around Privet Drive. Of all the insane coincidences, his childhood imaginary friend was actually a magical creature. He had simply figured that since only he could see it, that it must be something that was common amongst young children, and it never occurred to him that it was a creature that could only be seen by witches and wizards.

Harry rushed out of the bar heading out for an adventure to help the cause of science, or at least because it was something to do while he waited for the school year to begin. Forgoing the Knight Bus, he took a taxi this time to get to his neighborhood without losing his morning meal. Now back in his neighborhood, he started wandering around and calling out for the strange animal. "Mr. Purple Fluffles," he said as he looked under bushes and underneath cars, hoping to catch sight of the creature.

After a few hours of searching he managed to find the beast digging in a trashcan, looking for plastic to eat, since normal food seemed to upset it's stomach. "There you are," Harry called out to the magical creature, who made a noise not unlike an ostrich getting kicked in the throat as it scrambled to go back to the familiar human. "I haven't seen you in a while," Harry said as he scratched the creature's knees, which it enjoyed greatly. "I have some people you should meet."

Returning to the bar with the animal on a leash, every conversation stopped when Harry passed by during the busy lunch hour, because it was not every day a celebrity like The-Boy-Who-Lived walked by dragging a very unusual magical creature behind him.

Ron looked down at the strange thing Harry had on a leash. "Uh mate," pointing to the creature that was rolling around on the floor, cackling like a bird. "What do you have there?"

"A crumple-horned snorkack," Harry proudly said as he lifted the creature up so people could see it. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a prize to collect." Leaving the table of redheads silent.

"I always thought Loony was making that up?" Percy squeaked as he had been very annoyed with the young blonde neighbor who had grated on his nerves over the years with her talks about magical creatures and other strangeness that didn't exist, but now there was proof that not everything she had said was her imagination.

It took Harry asking other shoppers for directions, which many of them didn't know where to send him, but he eventually found the Office of the Quibbler. Raising his hand he began to knock on the door, ready to receive his reward.

Mr. Lovegood came to the door of his small office in a back alley of a shop he worked out of to have a local presence for his paper. "Hello," he greeted as he looked up at the sky, expecting someone much taller to have knocked.

"I'm down here," Harry said. "Is this the Quibbler office?" he inquired.

"It should be," Xenophilus answered as he looked at the door. "It does say that on the sign, unless..." He started looking at it. "Maybe I wrote it wrong." The sound of Harry clearing his throat broke the odd man's concentration and he turned back to the child. "How can I help you?"

"Well I saw the paper saying you were looking for a crumple-horned snorkack, so I figured I'd get you one," Lifting up Mr. Purple Fluffles so he could be seen.

Nodding for a moment, Xenophilus stroked his chin. "That you did," he paused before shutting the door. There was the muffled sound of a conversation, a squeal of delight and then scurrying of feet. When he opened it again, he pushed out a little blonde girl and took the creature from Harry. "Here's your prize, no take backsies."

"Wait, what?" Harry said in shock as the door was slammed in his face. He had been expecting a cash prize or a spot on the paper, not a human being.

Harry stood awkwardly at the door with the girl for a few moments, he had no idea what to do. Finally remembering that using words is an effective means of gathering information. "So uh," Harry said as he looked at the girl who was quietly waiting for him. "Hi," waving a hand at her.

"Hello husband, I'm Luna Lovegood, or now I guess it's Potter." she curtsied with a cute giggle.

"Wait, WHAT?!" Harry shouted, of all the responses he had been expecting, that was not one of them.

"Mhm," Luna hummed. "If you read the fine print on the contest, presenting the Crumple-Horned Snorkack was the dowry." The little blonde girl smiled at the teenage boy. "Daddy wrote it in half point font."

Sighing as he knew he was out of his depth, Harry turned and started to head back to the Leaky Cauldron, hopefully Mr. Weasley could tell him what to do. The feeling of Luna taking his hand was noticed, but he didn't want to be rude and if he was being honest, he didn't dislike the feeling of someone holding his hand.

When he returned to the Leaky Cauldron Harry found the Weasleys still chatting at the table having finished their meal and shopping in the time he was gone. "Hey uh, Mr. Weasley, I have a question?" He addressed the man by tapping his shoulder, garnering the father's attention. "I think I might have gotten married, somehow?" Nudging his head at Luna Lovegood. This comment had caused the discussion at the table to quiet down since this was quite an incredible statement from the young man.

"Oh Harry, that's silly," Arthur chuckled as he thought this had to be a simple misunderstanding. "You couldn't have done that, you're only thirteen, you would have had to be entered into a contract by your head of house." He shook his head as he realized that Harry had no idea what he was talking about, but something was tickling at the back of his mind as he said that. The dainty hand of Luna passing him the Quibbler and pointing to a line. Mr. Weasley cast a simple spell to make it easier to read the small text he could barely see. "Mmm… hereto… present the appropriate dowry… binding for life… oh, oh dear," Arthur gulped down his first response as swearing in the middle of the bar was not going to help the situation. Turning to face the young man, with some hesitancy in his voice. "That's legally binding." He said solemnly. "Harry, what did you do?"