Harry Potter-Lovegood and the fact that he is also technically a Malfoy
“Hedwig, huh,” Harry looked at the little owl tearing. “I think I read that somewhere in A History of Magic.”
“It fits her well since she’s a fighter and all,” Luna said thoughtfully. “And the Catholic Saint Hedwig is the patron saint of orphans so she fits you well.”
“I guess but that’s not really the important bit.” Harry gave Luna her plate back before filling a large one for himself. They each fed Hedwig small pieces as they talked about their classes for the day. “Did Granger come talk to you?” Harry asked, laughing as his sister’s neutral expression turned into a scowl.
“Yes, glad you have that adventure over with,” Luna said haughtily, “for someone so curious, she’s very closeminded. I fear she could become your best friend, once you break her of that law-abiding habit.”
“And people really think you’re the calm one,” Harry smirked and gave Hedwig another piece of sausage.
“Harry, you created an ashwinder by accident, you are the definition of chaos.”
“I’m aware, Death told me so. But you’re still chaotic too,” he leaned in for dramatic effect, “Fate says so.”
She rolled her eyes. “Did you know if your head gets any bigger, you’ll get a terrible headache from the hot air?” She said it lightly without malice, Harry knew that didn’t mean an absence of malice. He gave Hedwig a piece of roasted duck.
“Well dear favorite sister of mine,” Harry polished his plate and stood. “I better get Hedwig settled in my room before first class. Bye.” Luna was the picture of a calm, poise, innocent child, the reality was that she simply didn’t feel the need to express every wild thought so she mostly kept quiet about them until one was relevant or could be experimented, then you could see the mad scientist within.
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“Ron!” Harry said bursting into the shared room. He had passed Dean and Seamus on the way up, and Neville had been down in the common room writing a letter. Ron was the last one he had to tell about their new roommate and he was unfortunately asleep. He put Hedwig’s cage in on his own trunk before shaking Ron. “Come on, Ron,” Harry whined, “you’ll miss breakfast. And I can’t go back down there without a shield.”
The red-haired boy groaned and swatted him away. “5 more minutes.”
“Sorry, mate,” Harry said with a wicked grin. “Not really though if I’m being honest though. You really would have slept through breakfast and Hagrid got me an owl for my birthday. Look.” He opened Hedwig’s cage and let her come onto his hand and over to Ron. The two bleary-eyed creatures stared at one another, each ready for some more sleep.
“Wow, your own owl,” he reached up and stroked her tiny feathers. “Mum says we aren’t allowed to have our own until at least 5th year since George and Fred will play pranks with them. Errol, our family owl has learned to avoid to avoid them all together. He’s getting weary of Ginny too though, so she can’t rope him into helping them either.”
Harry hummed in response before putting Hedwig back into her cage and quilt over it. “I don’t think she’ll mind helping with pranks, maybe some bigger stuff too.” Harry was already thinking of all the fun there is when you have your own instead of using a school one. If he could teach her to fly to a person instead of an address, she’d be the greatest owl ever. He gathered his school bag and books before turning to Ron, who was somehow already dressed, that’s talent. “Ready?”
“Yup, I’m starving, can’t believe I was going to miss breakfast.” Harry put on his bag and followed Ron out the door. Ron told Harry as much as he could about their teachers since he had been hearing about them from his brothers for years. “Professor Sprout is laid back as long as you follow directions for safety, George says she’s the best one to get detention from because you just have to help repot plants and she tells funny stories the whole time.” They were about to go into the Great Hall when the door suddenly opened and Ron ran right into a shorter blond boy.
“Oi!” He yelled falling into the larger boy behind him before straightening, his ears pink. “Watch where you're going, Oaf.” He glared at Ron, who surprisingly glared right back.
“It’s your fault just as much as it’s mine,” Ron told him crossing his arms. “You weren’t paying any attention.”
“I just didn’t have time to move before you plowed into me.”
Harry jumped between them putting his hands on their shoulders. “Oh, girls, girls, you’re both pretty. Can I go home now?” They both looked at him confused but stopped arguing nonetheless.
“Get off me, do you know who you’re touching? I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Ron snorted and didn’t try to hide it. “Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”
“That’s not nice,” Harry fully moved between them not facing Draco. “Let’s start over, I’m Harry.”
“The Harry Potter, I presume.” Draco looked him up and down.
“Potter-Lovegood, I believe that makes us cousins.”
Draco looked blinked, then blinked again. His mind must be rebooting. “Yes,” he said slowly, “I suppose.” He looked over Harry’s shoulder at the redhead. “I guess as…family…I need to give you some advice. I know my uncle is rather eccentric, so you clearly need to hear this if you’re walking with Weasley. You’ll soon find out some Wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don’t want to make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
Harry smiled blindingly wide as Ron cursed and boiled behind him. “I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks. Not to mention not everyone is exactly like their family. After all, it’s not like you could be a carbon copy of your mother and father at the same time.”
“Some cousin, you-”
“Harry, Draco,” Luna appeared behind Draco’s guards who were still blocking the door to the Great Hall. “It’s rather rude to block the whole hall. Besides you should wait to fight until after our defense classes, that way you actually have some spells to duel with.” Draco looked mildly offended, but still moved out of the doorway.
“Come on, Ron,” Harry grabbed Ron’s arm and tugged him inside, “we don’t have much time before class.” Passing his sister, he noticed her hand was snuggling holding Neville’s and his face was completely pink. His sister has her first crush, he’ll have to interrogate her later.