Nargles Breeding

A/N: Hello Loves! I'm so sorry for the 2 year hiatus. I just had nothing for this story flowing and have dealt with… well, a lot of crap. But I just moved to a new town and have a better job/home set up and I just feel so much better. Also, I'm pretty sure why Luna always pointed out the Nargles around Harry specifically was because he was a hella depressed child. I feel like the amount of Nargles reflect and feed off of just HOW shitty someone is feeling. Luna is a total Empath. That's why she's like, never angry or cruel even to her bullies, because she can feel their own suffering.

Luna and Jefferson took Hermione to the library where she and Belle met and an eruption of knowledge and various languages spewed forth like Mt Vesuvius. Once they started talking and once Hermione opened the third lock of her truck, showing off her library, Rumple and Regina eagerly joined the conversation whilst inspecting various tombs from the Black library that Hermione pulled out of a well warded section after reading the spell Regina used and paling at the details of it.

"If anyone was to have spells anywhere this dark or something detailing the ingredients needed and their magical properties, it will be either the Blacks and if not I'm sure Draco wouldn't mind flooing over his father's old collection." Hermione explained while glancing at Luna.

She smiled, "It would be nice to see the Dragon again now that he is no longer spiting fire at random." While her time at the Malfoy mansion was brutal, Draco had been the one to ensure the prisoners would eat and would sometimes slip them potions to help with the pain and cold. He tried but had waged a war within himself about the kind of man his father wanted him to be, and the kind of man he had wanted to be.

"Dragon? Not like one with scales and can fly right? But a human?" Emma asked warily.

"Hm? Oh yes. Draco is a pureblood, a fact his family use to take much pride in." Hermione said as she flipped through a book and promptly slammed it shut as a banshee's shriek filled the air from it, "Damned Blacks and their cursed books." She muttered after rubbing her ears and binding the book close.

"The hell was that?" Emma asked staring at the book, hands lowering from her ears.

"Banshee scream. Quite nasty." Hermione picked up a promising looking book called Dark Potions and Darker Intents.

Luna meandered around the library before coming to a stop in front of Potion Merits: The Uses of Potions and Their Separate Ingredients. It wasn't a dark book, far from it. It was written by Luna's great Aunt Mildred…but there was a section that had more grey potions and multiple ingredients Luna knew were heavily frowned upon by the Ministry after Grindelwald tried his go at being a Dark Lord.

She toed-off her shoes and sat on the hardwood floor, criss-cross apple sauce style as she opened it to the index and began reading down the list of various items and various ideas of there being magic slowly pushed into something of great fondness to the owner that gave it a sentinel quality.

Jefferson watched Luna as she wandered through until she found a nice patch of floor to sit on and grabbed the first book in the stack that caught his fancy, sending several toppling over making Hermione, Belle, and Regina glare at him but her took no notice as he sat next to Luna and started thumbing through Animal Parts and Products Uses-From Mundane to Magical.

For the next several hours they studied and after the fourth time someone stopped the entirety of the group to look something with no consequence Luna and Hermione conjured up copy paper, that would mimic whatever page it was pressed against until it was erased with magic. It was Hermione's own invention that sold quite well since students could save time writing out notes from library books that were forbidden to leave the library so they could work on their assignments easier after finding the information.

After hours of torturous and meticulous work they had a complied list of various uses for hearts and lists upon lists of potions used by various travelers before Luna sat straight up of the lazy position of laying down with legs bent and one knee crossed over the other and her head in Jefferson's lap, narrowly having missed his chin she bolted across the library, picking through novels, fantasy, fiction, scifi, and fairytales, muttering to herself and constantly pulling out book after book, eventually stopping and turned with a handful of books before crossing to where Jefferson sat and dropped them all.

"I found a link to your world and ours: the authors all belonged to a very specific society of Wizards… The Fauve Society." Luna looked up, eyes wide and for once no longer dreamy, arms loaded with books, "Long before the art movement occurred, there were writers who would loose themselves in their story and acted beastly to anyone who would interrupt their moments of inspiration. The Brothers Grimm are the ones said to have started it as they traveled throughout Europe and Jacob was called beastly by a French women in broken German so flawed they could not understand her until she started screaming at the pair in French."

She held up a collection of their stories, "The Brothers Grim, Hans Christian Anderson, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson-otherwise known as Lewis Carroll, Charles Perrault, Alexander Afanasyev,Carlo Lorenzini, Mark Twain, Douglas Addams…" Luna dropped a book at each name, making a half circle around herself, "right now there is only one person who had been rumored as a member based on his writing style and being able to pull people in," Luna held up a book labeled Star Dust, "Neil Gaiman, but there's no way. He is a third generation squib after all, and only someone with strong enough magic running through their veins can create other worlds, no matter how excellent their stories are." Luna finished, looking at the book sadly, as though she wished for Gaiman's characters to pop out of the pages.

Hermione frowned, "Then there is no hope without stumbling upon the author."

The lights seemed to dim in response to the revelation that there is no way for there to be a quick and easy answer. The overall mood dropped and Luna started rubbing her ears and eyes tiredly. Jefferson putting a comforting arm around her as the general atmosphere of the room draining her energy, she started mumbling so low it was near indistinguishable, "Nargles… everywhere…" as her eyes rolled up and she fell into the welcoming promise of rest.