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"Holy shit!" Dick stared wild-eyed at the guy now standing in the middle of the kitchen.
"Hi," the young man said. His accent was British. "I'm looking for a bloke named Alfred."
"Who are you and how did you get in here?" Bruce commanded calmly. The man turned to him. He was of about average height, with a slim build,
messy black hair and green eyes. He was smirking slightly.
"Hi," he said cheerfully, ignoring the question. "I'm Harry. Alfred around?"
"And just who are you?" Alfred demanded.
"Uncle Alfred!" a female voice cried. They all turned to see a young blonde woman removing a silvery cloak, rippling into existence as she did
so.
Bruce glanced at Alfred to see him looking as though he'd seen a ghost.
"Luna? Little Luna?" he croaked. "You look just like your mother. Why, last time I saw you you only came up to my waist!"
"You know these people?" Dick asked.
"I do indeed know this young lady, Master Dick," Alfred agreed. "She is my niece, Luna Lovegood. I confess however that this young man is a
complete stranger to me."
"Harry Potter," the young man introduced himself.
"Oh my." Bruce had very rarely seen Alfred look flabbergasted before. "The Harry Potter, I presume?"
"He's my boyfriend," Luna explained dreamily.
"That I am," Harry agreed. "On both counts."
"Alfred," Bruce was completely lost by now, "could you explain who these people are?"
"Sorry, sir. As I said, this is my niece Luna, and she is apparently dating Mr Potter. Mr Potter is something of a celebrity in Britain."
"He's also known as Lord Black, the Boy-Who-Lived, Witch Weekly's Most Eligible Bachelor for three years running, The Chosen One, the Dark
Lord Slayer, and Oh-Fucking-Merlin-It's-Him," Luna added helpfully.
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