At last, join the heroic trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione as they uncover the mystery of the Deathly Hallows and lead the surviving Tributes and Mentors into a climactic showdown with the Dark Lord himself!
You are Ron Weasley.
"And that," concludes Xenophilius Lovegood, "is the legend of the Deathly Hallows."
You sit in the makeshift living room (for lack of a better word) in an upstairs section of the Lovegood home, your girlfriend Hermione to your left, your best mate Harry to your right, and on the other side of him your little sister Ginny. The four of you cradle teacups full of untouched Gurdyroots infusion in your laps, as Mr. Lovegood sits across from you, looking quite satisfied with the tale he's just recounted.
You four exchange quick, subtle glances with each other, and your opinion seems to be unanimous:
Luna's father is completely mental.
"Mr. Lovegood," Hermione begins diplomatically. "Thank you, you've been really helpful."
"Yeah. Thanks," adds Harry, who gets up just a touch too quickly, you think. "But we really must be off now."
You wonder what he's so anxious about when you see him extract the D.A. coin from a pocket in his Gryffindor scarlet robe. "Someone's summoned me," he whispers to you.
"Who?" you ask.
His brow furrows. "That's the thing. I dunno."
"Think it's a trap?" Ginny asks quietly as Hermione engages Mr. Lovegood in polite conversation so the three of you can confer together unheard.
"How can it, though?" you answer. "Nobody but us Rebellion people and the old D.A. knows about these fake Galleons. It's got to be someone on our side."
"I wouldn't be too sure," she whispers back. "By now it's bound to have gotten round how we communicate with each other. Stealing one of our coins and then luring Harry into a trap certainly wouldn't be beyond Voldemort. Oh, knock it off, Ron!" she scolds after you flinch as if struck upon hearing your own sister utter that name.
"Not you too, Ginny!" you whine, the sting of betrayal in your voice. "Really?"
"Yes, really. Seriously Ron, it's about time we all got over our stupid fear of that name. How are we supposed to face him in the flesh and bring him to justice if we can't even get past the bloody name of Lord Vol-de-mort!" she says loudly and slowly.
At that same moment you hear a squawk of fright as Mr. Lovegood suddenly flails his arms, spilling his cup of Gurdyroots all over Hermione's robes, the cup smashing to pieces on the floor.
"You use his name in my own home?" cries Mr. Lovegood, aghast, turning to face your group. Ginny rolls her eyes.
"Like we said," Harry intervenes, getting the discussion back on topic. "We really have to get going now." He continues addressing Mr. Lovegood but looks at Hermione. "I've been summoned to Hogsmeade."
"And we're going with him," Ginny announces. Even Harry knows better than to argue for going to this mystery meeting alone.
"Not so fast," Lovegood cuts in. "I've kept my side of the bargain. Now it's time for you four to do your part."
"Wherever she is, it'll be very dangerous," Hermione warns him, while using Scourgify to clean the Gurdyroots juice off her robe.
"Then all the more reason for me to go to her! If my Luna is out there fighting, then I must fight alongside her, protect her. You promised me, Miss Granger!"
"We did," she confirms, "and of course we'll take you to Luna, or at least where we think she is. Last we heard, she was in the vicinity of Hogsmeade, which is in fact where we're going next. You can Apparate there with us." Lovegood looks mollified at last.
You suspect his daughter has already survived some considerable danger already. She and Neville signaled late last night via fake Galleon the news that Bellatrix Lestrange is no more. It was all your group could do to resist charging off yourselves, but you were also told that the Battle of Hogwarts had come to a lull in the fighting for now. Hermione in particular had impressed upon your group the importance of finishing your quest before confronting You-Know-Who. "We've just got to find out about the Deathly Hallows," she had pleaded. "Professor Dumbledore wanted us to discover the truth about them. It's why he left you 'The Tale of the Three Brothers' before the Games, Ron."
Now, after a weak breakfast with Luna's dad, you're setting off at last.
The five of you link arms, and in a trice you find yourselves in an abandoned, desolate lane. At first, you swear you've Apparated to the wrong place because this village is practically in ruins. At least half the buildings are hollowed out shells of their former selves, and smoke intermingles with the morning fog, obscuring your vision to the barest minimum.
But you would recognize the witch rapidly approaching your group from anywhere. Madam Rosmerta runs up in her awkward pointed shoes, and you have to admit you're more than a little pleased when you're the first one she pulls into a hug, before doing the same for your companions.
"Thank Merlin you're alright, that you're all safe!" she breathes after going down the line. "Xeno, if you'll follow me, we can take them to the other refugees. Death Eaters burned down the Three Broomsticks last night, but there are a couple other inns that were spared..."
"Actually Madam Rosmerta," Hermione interrupts, "thank you, but we're not looking to hide away right now." She faces the innkeeper and takes a breath. "We mean to fight."
Before she can answer, Mr. Lovegood steps in urgently. "Where's my daughter, Luna? Is she here? Have you seen her?"
"Oh Xeno, I'm sorry, but I don't know where Luna is. Haven't seen her since yesterday afternoon when she and her friends were resting at my inn listening to the wireless for news."
"So she's not with your refugees then?"
"I'm afraid not, dear."
"If I know Luna," Ginny speaks up, "she'll be down by the castle, right in the thick of things."
Lovegood pales a bit at this, but you figure he had to have expected it. He turns to face your group. "Well, Mr. Potter, here is where we part ways then."
"Wait a minute," you say. "Why don't we go with you? Help you find Luna and all."
"Ron!" Hermione scolds. "Harry has to meet his contact here. Or have you forgotten that was our whole reason for coming to Hogsmeade?"
"Actually, where in this village are you supposed to be meeting this person?" Ginny queries him.
Harry points up the highest hill overlooking the village. "The Shrieking Shack."
Ginny's eyes widen at this, but Hermione stares you down. "I don't know about the rest of you," she says waspishly, "but I'm not about to let Harry wander into the Shrieking Shack by himself."
"Easy, Hermione," you reply, irritated. "We're looking for the Hallows, right? Well, we don't know anything about this bloke who wants to meet with Harry. But Luna might know something, won't she? Sounds like the sort of barking thing she'd be on about. We can help Mr. Lovegood find her, and if she doesn't know anything, then we can go into the shack."
"That's... That's actually not a bad idea," she admits, taken aback.
"Always with the tone of surprise," you say, shaking your head.
"But how long is your friend going to wait inside that shack for you, Harry?" Ginny asks.
He runs a hand through his perpetually untidy hair. "Don't have any way of knowing, do I? We'll just have to make up our minds and hope for the best."
A.) Meet Harry's contact at the Shrieking Shack straightaway?
B.) Help Mr. Lovegood find Luna first?