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2. Please don't ask me to put information about the characters in the chapter again. If you want, I can e-mail you information, but I won't do this again. Please, don't make me repeat myself.

Chapter 6

Harry wandered slowly, his sister close by. G.W. seemed to be a bit annoyed, but Harry ignored him. It had, after all, been G.W.'s idea to visit the American Museum of Natural History.

He was sure it was just because of how crowded the Hall of Saurishian Dinosaurs was. It seemed that since it was so close to Christmas break, several local schools had decided to have a field trip to Museum. G.W. probably just didn't want to deal with the several hundred children running around.

Knowing his sister was tired, he allowed Hannah to pull him over to the brontosaurus exhibit. Though it wasn't really a bench, a blonde girl around their age was seated upon the ledge that ran around the exhibit. Hannah sat down several feet from the girl. Seeing no other place to sit, Harry flopped down between the two.

The blonde girl had a sketch pad in hand and was busy drawing with a piece of charcoal. It took Harry but a second to decide she was not there on a school trip. The students were being led by far too quickly by teachers and tour guides for any of them to have time to draw.

He leaned over to look at what his neighbor was drawing. He blinked. Even at ten, Harry knew that most children his age were incapable of producing very good drawings. But his neighbor's sketch of a tyrannosaurus rex skeleton was a strikingly accurate depiction of the exhibit in front of them.

The girl gave him a disapproving look with her silvery eyes, raising one colorless eyebrow, pursing her lips. Her equally colorless long hair fell in messy, straggly ringlets to her waist. She had pale skin, though was by no means as pale as Harry, let alone Hannah.

Her clothing gave Harry a jolt. He'd not expected to see one of the Wizarding in so muggle a place. She wore a pale pink sleeveless robe which buttoned in the front over a high necked tan under dress. Upon her feet were doe skinned boots, that seemed to have been made in the traditional way. Harry had to hand it to whoever had picked out the girl's clothing. With it on, she could pass, not only for a pureblood, but also for a Muggle.

"Sorry," said Harry, having decided to try to befriend the girl. He'd never met a witch his age other than his sister. "Which enclave are you from?"

Her eyes widened. "The British. Ottery St. Catchpole. Are you from one of the local enclaves?"

So she'd be a classmate as well… unless homeschooled in magic. "My sister and I live in the US, but we were born in Godric's Hollow. Hannah, c'mere."

"What?" asked Hannah, edging over to Harry.

"I'm Harry Dayspring and this is my twin, Hannah."

"It's nice to meet you," said the girl. "I'm Luna Lovegood. Are you two going to go to Salem or…"

"Mum wants us to go to Hogwarts," explained Harry. "Dad doesn't care, he's a Muggle."

Luna nodded, a knowing look upon her face. "My mother went to Durmstrang. She says I'd get a better education there, but it's safer at Hogwarts."

Catching on to what was going on, Hannah said, "We should get our letters this summer. What about you? Do you know what House you want to be in?"

"Well, the House system is incredibly flawed. It only adds to the discord within the Wizarding world," pointed out Luna. "So long as my house isn't infested with nargles, I don't care."

The twins laughed at that. According to their father, nargles were parasites that entered a person's brains through their ears and ate their minds while they were still alive. Nargles seemed to prefer to eat the parts of the brain that controlled emotions and skills. It was a great insult to imply that somebody had a problem with nargles.

Luna felt her heart stop as a sound echoed throughout the Hall of Saurischian Dinosaurs. A scream of pain from a voice she knew far too well.

She'd originally intended to leave once her sketch of the tyrannosaurus rex skeleton was done, but she'd gotten so caught up in her conversation with the Dayspring twins that she'd decided to stay a bit longer. As it was, they'd been talking for the better part of the past hour.

She and her parents were taking a day to see the sites in New York City before driving up to Vermont. They'd landed at JFK the day before.

"…una? Luna, can you hear me?" asked Harry.

She nodded hesitantly. "I need to-I need to go."

"O-of course," said Hannah. "It was nice to meet you."

Luna stood, slipping her sketchpad and piece of charcoal into her bag. She turned toward the source of the scream, mind on autopilot and began to walk.

A hand grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her back. It took Luna a moment of struggling, scratching, and biting to realize the hand belonged to Harry. Once that was realized, she stopped, going limp.

He gave her a hard look. "Where are you going, Luna?"

"Let me go," begged Luna, almost in tears.

"Are you in trouble?"

Luna shook her head and then abruptly began to nod. She allowed Harry to push he back against the ledge, shielding her body with his own. Hannah looked anywhere but at them, almost as if standing guard.

"Luna, what's going on?" demanded Harry.

"Don't let them see me," whispered Luna. "I won't go back. I can't. I'd kill myself first."

The three children ignored the men busy securing entrances and exits, too caught up in their own little drama.

After several silent moments which felt like an eternity, Harry said, "Hannah, go find Mr. Bridge. I need to take care of this."

"No. Not without me," insisted Hannah.

Harry let out a sigh. "Alright. I'll go tell Mr. Bridge not to worry and we'll get out of here."

"B-bu-"

"And I'll ask him to rescue your mother."

With that, Harry disappeared into the crowd. Luna sat down heavily. How had he known that some of the Red Skull's men had found her mother? That they were doubtless torturing Anna for Luna's location at this moment? Luna knew she hadn't told him.

A couple minutes later, Harry returned. Luna's eyes widened as he handed some sort of handgun to Hannah along with a couple… were those grenades?

"Thank you," said Luna as Harry handed her a sheathed knife he'd pulled from his waistband. Luna quickly put it in her boot, the hilt just reachable. "How did you get those past the metal detectors?"

"Trade secret," said Hannah. "A better question would be how did you get Mr. Bridge to agree?"

Harry shrugged. "I told him we were going to so this with or without his help." He looked around, examining the guards at each entrance. "Come on, we need to be by that door."

Hannah followed Harry's lead. He'd sent her the basics of his plan telepathically right before his return. It wasn't the best plan, but it was simple and something Hannah knew they could do. Even with some civilian girl tagging along.

"Don't let go, no matter what happens," said Harry, taking Luna's hand.

Already knowing the plan, Hannah took Luna's other hand. "Try not to make any too much noise, either."

The plan was for Harry to use his telepathy to made the enemy and the civilians think they weren't there and walk right by. If need be, they would fight their way out. But neither she nor Harry wanted to do so unless left with no other choice.

The moved slowly, somewhat awkwardly. But Hannah knew it was easier for Harry if they were touching.

"Well?"

Nick Fury, commander of SHIELD shook his head. "The Red Skull hasn't made any demands. We don't know why he's holding the museum hostage."

"This doesn't seem like him," said Steve Rogers, the man known as Captain America. "Do you have anything?"

"Col. Fury!" shouted one of the SHIELD agents. "Agent Bridge just contacted us. He was in the museum-the dinosaur exhibit-when the Red Skull arrived."

Nick quickly grabbed the offered radio from the agent. Codes were exchanged before Agent Bridge agreed to talk.

"The hostages aren't important," explained Bridge. "They may be a distraction. The Red Skull wanted a woman-Anna Ivanova-Lovegood. He's torturing her now. Her daughter-Luna, I think-said Ivanova broke her contract with the Red Skull a little over a year ago."

"Is the girl with you?" asked Captain America.

"No. She's hiding somewhere in here."

Harry let out a gasp as he let go of the telepathic shields and misdirection. They were in a deserted hallway.

"Let's try a ladies room-most have windows," said Hannah. "The doors would be too well guarded."

Harry nodded. "Which way?"

"Hey! How did you brats get here?!"

"Shit," muttered Harry, pushing Luna behind him while drawing the gun he'd gotten from G.W.

"Flonqing bad luck," agreed Hannah.

A quick glance at Hannah out of the corner of his eye showed that her hand was on a grenade. In front of them stood two heavily armed men Harry labeled Merc. 1 and Merc. 2.

"We lost our tour group!" wailed Hannah. "And we don't know where our teacher is!"

She them proceeded to break into tears. Harry had forgotten how good Hannah was at crying on command.

"I want Mrs. Wifflebottom," added a tearful Luna, getting in on the act.

"I wanna go back to school!" cried Harry.

Merc. 1 and Merc. 2 shared a look before Merc. 2 reached for his radio. Knowing this action would end in a fight, Harry telepathically sent the word Now! to his sister.

Harry whipped out his gun and got off two shots-one at each man as Hannah threw the grenade. Hannah broke into a run, Harry a half step behind her, his left hand grasping Luna's arm within a vice-like grip.

They'd just managed to run around a corner into a dead end when the grenade went off. Hannah skidded to a stop as Harry stopped short, Luna crashing into his back. Harry stumbled, barely managing to keep his feet.

At the end of the hallway stood two more guards. They guards and the children stared at each other. A moment later Merc. 3 and Merc. 4 went flying, as if thrown by some invisible force.

Who had done that? Harry knew he had too much control to do something like that accidentally. But there was no time to answer that question now.

"C'mon," growled Harry. "We need to get out. Now."

"The-the ladies room is right here," said Hannah.

Learning from his previous mistake, Harry scanned the area with his telepathy. "It's clear."

The three entered the small ladies room, looking around cautiously. The found a barred window, barely large enough for them to squeeze out through.

"Hannah, you pick the lock, I'll keep watch."

It was then that Harry noticed how bad Hannah looked. She was pale and clammy and pasty, as if ill. She wobbled slightly, as if she might keel over.

"I can pick the lock," volunteered Luna.

Harry gave Luna a hard look. Gone was the dreamy, unfocussed gaze. In its place was the face of a girl Harry wasn't sure he recognized. He handed Luna a few pieces of wire, then gave her a boost so that she could stand on the radiator. The window was too high for it to be reached by the children in any other way.