Evactuation of the Flumpawumps

Omake #1: Breakfast of champions

You and the boys came into the great hall for breakfast.

They were both chatting excitedly about their quiddich prospects; while Harry was sure of their impending victory, Ron was just happy for a chance to play.

You trailed behind by a few feet, your head hidden behind a book; you have no interest whatsoever in what the boys are talking about.

You'll take NEWT runes theory over a quiddich discussion any day of the week.

When it came time to choose seats, you chose to sit across from the two sport fanatics, and let the two of them continue with their silly discussion about racing brooms of all things.

You'd think that after almost six years of exposure you would find an interest in the game – especially when one (and now two!) of your best friends is on the team – but the game just doesn't make any sense!

Who makes a team game where the entire outcome is almost entirely determined by a single player?

Aside the world cup, how many games have you heard of where the team that caught the snitch lost? None. Its so damn rare that you actually had to look it up!

Silly game.

You look up to see that while Ron is still talking, Harry is miles away with a far-off look on his face.

"So harry, what do you think of Defense this year?" you say, taking a moment of silence as a chance to cut in. There was no response. "Harry?"

"Huuh..? What?" he asked.

"Defense. How do you like Professor Snape teaching defense this year?"

"Uhh... Fan- Fantastic."

Not exactly what one normally hears coming from Harry about the professor.

"Fantastic? Really? Have things warmed up between you two this year?"

"W-Warm? It's definitely warm..."

Amazing, its like he's dropped a hundred IQ points in a minute.

You grab a banana, and as you peel it you you see his eyes bulge.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"...Okay"

You put the banana in your mouth and give it a bite. Perfect ripeness. A good banana goes great with breakfast. You roll the piece of fruit around in your mouth for a moment.

Readying another bite, you hear a loud groan and look up.

"Uhhh..."

At that moment, he has his head back, and his eyes are closed.

What the hell?

You also take not of the fact that he is gripping the table so hard that his fingers are turning white.

"Harry? Harry!" There you go. "Whats going on Harry?"

"W-what?" he squeaked.

"Whats going on Harry? Something is clearly happening, what am I missing?"

"Nothing is happening! Everything is normal!"

"Come on Harry, whats going on?"

"Come... on... for Merlin's sake..."

He mumbles something about dissillusionment, a banana and possibly something that was coming, but you can't be sure.

His breath rate speeds up and for a moment you think he's hyperventilating, but then suddenly he calms down and lays his head on the table.

His breathing pattern slows with each passing second.

After a good minute of him resting his head on his arm, he sits back up and says, "Well... I've gotta go and get ready for class."

"Okay Harry, are you feeling alright? I'll walk you to the dorm."

"I'm fine Hermione. More than fine, I'm great."

You kick the still eating moron from across the table and tell him that you're all leaving.

The three of you make it out of the great hall without incident, but just as you make it through the door, you see Luna walking towards you.

"Luna? Did you miss breakfast? They've just cleared the tables, but I'm sure you can find something in the kitchens if you're hungry."

"I'm fine Hermione," Luna says, looking Harry in the eye, "I already ate."

At that, Luna sauntered away, her hips swaying with every step.

You notice that Harry's eyes follow her all the way down the hall until she turns at the next corridor and disappears from view.

"...Okay," you say after a moment of silent contemplation.

"Totally loony that girl is." Ron says.

"I'm really starting to like her," Harry says, completely out of nowhere. Realizing what he just said, he blushes and leaves in the same direction that Luna went.

"Huh," You say.