Harry's POV

    Ron and I bolted down the Great Hall sitting at the edge of the Gryffindor table nearest to the table of professors. I saw that most boys were already here along with the first year girls and Mackenzie. Hermione and Ginny weren't in sight. The second year girls in Gryffindor upwards were Missing in Action.
    Seamus and Dean approached us and started talking about Mackenzie, when I snapped and said I wanted to eat breakfast in peace.
    That's when all the Gryffindor girls shuffled in quietly to the table. Mackenzie was sitting at the other end of the Gryffindor table having a staring contest with a piece of scone. Her plate was full but her fork was stabbed in the red and juicy apple beside her.
    I sighed as everyone still avoided her. To everyone's surprise, Luna walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. Mackenzie smiled menacingly looking around.
    At the same time, Draco Malfoy tried to talk to Mackenzie as he walked in. We've seen him try to talk to her as if he actually had a crush on her. Mackenzie always pushed him away saying next time.
    This time, she actually pulled Draco to the Slytherin table and she gave him a really evil looking smirk. "I'll kill you if you don't stop using that gel. It could probably ruin your hair." Everyone gasped. Those were the longest words she's ever said to him.
    Draco's mouth was left wide open. "You sound like my half-brother, Luke." His face darkened. "Before, he turned against my father."
    Mackenzie gave him a sympathetic smile and walked back to the Gryffindor table. Her eyes then continued to stare back at the scones.
    What took us by surprise was that a man with a mailbag appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the Great Hall. He was dressed like an American muggle mailman with a cap. I mean, seriously, what the bloody hell is happening. He flashes in and shouts. "A VERY SPECIAL ANGRY DELIVERY TO A DRACO MALFOY!" He even has a matching big blue duffel mailbag to go with is beige outfit. "And probably Luna too." What does this person have to do with Draco and Luna.
    I looked at Mackenzie who was smiling to herself.
    Draco stood up immediately with his mouth opened. "Father?" Food dropped to the floor.
    The man looked over to where Draco's voice came from then he shouted at the very top of his lungs. "I SWEAR TO MY FELLOW PEOPLE THAT IF YOU EVER FAKE YOUR DEATH ON YOUR FAMILY AGAIN I WILL SEND GEORGE AND MARTHA TO GIVE YOU A VERY DEADLY PACKAGE." Was he talking about George Weasley? He gave him a warm smile. "My son." He said as Draco made his way to his father.
    Draco. Was. Crying. Literal tears fell down his cheeks. It seems it has been a long time since someone gave him that smile. I feel guilty.
    The father and son hugged each other. "I thought you were dead! It pained me to realize another one has died! I couldn't take it!" The father said rubbing his son's back. The man had actually brought out the best of Draco's good side.
    Draco responded. "I thought you have forgotten me."
    Draco's father pulled away and looked him straight in the eye. "Forgotten you?! How could I? I always cared for my children especially...." He hesitated. "Especially when Luke sacrificed himself to defeat my grandfather."
    Draco's mouth opened wide. "Luke's dead?" He asked looking down. "I knew there was good left in him."
    "You should go back to Camp." Draco's father said patting Draco's head. "Some people there would want to rip your head into pieces if they knew your still alive. In example, the Stolls. Luckily, Thalia is in the hunt."
    A voice startled us all. "But as third in command, I can schedule her to come visit." Mackenzie said with a hint of mischief. She was actually standing with her hands to her hips.
    Draco looked at her. "You're in the hunt?" I was getting confused.
    "Independent hunter." Mackenzie said walking towards the father and son figure. In her hands was her plate of food and gave it to the man. "Draco, I'm really happy you have your little reunion."
    Draco's father looked at the scones weirdly. "Hmm, I haven't received food that weren't burnt as an offer but I'll take it." He proceeded to throw it in his mailbag. What on earth would like burned food over a perfect meal?
    Draco looked at his father as his eyes shone with realization. "Father, how did you know I would be present here? How did you know?"
    His father looked at him and flashed him a smile. "Mackenzie told me about you. She contacted me and told me about you. At first I threatened to kill her if I found out she was lying.
    "Yeah, but I told you I was totally fine with it," Mackenzie started walking out the Great Hall. "I'll see you around, Cousin." She looked at the man. "You owe me a favor after this, Uncle." Then she walked away leaving both the father and son with their mouths wide open.
    Draco managed to form two words that no one expected him to say. "Thank you."
    The father patted his head. "I missed you. I can never forget the sacrifices of my children to protect others. Luke, (other names I can't list)."
    "Sacrifice?!" Draco half shouted, then he noticed how his dad was grimacing over said names. Immediately, Draco gave him a sad smile. "I was acting like a jerk this whole time at Hogwarts to protect them." Protect us? What the bloody hell is happening?
    The father laughed. "You sound just like my cousin..." He looked down. "He's been different after going to Greece. People have tried pulling him out of depression. He lost the most."
    Luna stood up from her table. "I know we can all get through this together, right Draco?" She patted Draco on his shoulder. Now, I was extremely confused. Luna was actually talking to Draco, an ex-death eater. "I know it's been hard for our friend. Fleecy said that everyone's been asking her to handle mom's calls since mom's boss is using her more than often sending apology letters to us personally. Especially Mrs. Blofis." She proceeds to glare at the father. I've never seen her glare ever.
    The father took a step back and came up with a response. "Hey, you can't blame me, I'm handling the rest of the letters. In fact," he brought out three packages from his mailbag. These three packages didn't seem to even fit in his mailbag. Must've been an enchanted mailbag. That would explain the scones.
    One was a big box. Another was about the same size as the first box. And the last was a box slightly bigger than the first two boxes. "Your mother forced me to send it," the man said handing Luna one of the same sized heavy looking box. "Besides, I'm just everyone's favorite messenger. Except when I delivered that severed head of an enemy of Mackenzie's mom. They all freaked out and sent it back. Good ol' times."
    Henry stood up and began to mock Draco's father. "So you're Draco's real father? You're even worse than Lucius Malfoy. You? You're just a pathetic mailman. You are just another owl in human form. You can't even perform magic. That's why you can't just magically send your pathetic mail."
    I noticed Draco's father got a little agitated.
    "DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY FATHER!" Draco snapped at Henry.
    Draco's father pulled him back. "I may just be a messenger. But I am the messenger of powerful people. DON'T TEST ME, BOY. I've done magic myself...without a pathetic wand." We all gasped as he started glowing bright. Then I had a sudden urge to look at my pocket robes as if I was robbed. He flashed to the side of Henry and pulled out a black teddy bear. "You know, I once broke into the most secure facilities known to all mankind just to deliver a package. Maybe you've heard about it. It's called Azkaban. Oh and Mr. Fluffy needs some counseling." He dropped the teddy bear into the lap of a very embarrassed Henry and ran with inhuman speeds back to Draco and Luna.
    "Father, your making me and yourself sound like a criminals by breaking into Azkaban." Draco snorted.
    Draco was surprisingly right. Now we all think they are criminals.
    "Please, the package I delivered just today was for Lucius," he broke into Azkaban JUST TODAY? "I may have set him up in a coma right now. Oh well."
    He cracked his knuckles. "Sweet, sweet, revenge. I haven't delivered a package like that in several years. I mean, SERIOUSLY! That guy was a tyrant. He deserves it for being a big mean person to my son."
    He snapped his fingers and a weird looking staff appeared in his hands. "George, Martha, wake up." The two snakes that were coiled around his staff came to life.
    "You have a call on expresssssss line ssseven. Someone named 'Hottest Guy Alive, Literally'." The first snake said in a male voice. I figured I could understand them because I was a parselmouth. But everyone gasped understanding what the snake had said.
    Ron whispered rapidly. "Bloody hell, mate, are they for real?"
    Draco's father frowned. "George, tell my brother his supplies aren't due for an sixty-two minutes and-" he looked at his muggle watch. "-twenty eight seconds. Oh and that he should get a hold of himself and the names. Or he will end up getting a months worth of pranks by yours truly."
    Snake 2 with a female voice spoke. "My lord, a call isss coming from line 15. She refusssesss to ssstop nagging if her daughter has received the package."
    This time Luna spoke up. "Martha, tell mum I've received the package."
    "Ratsss," George hissed. "Have you brought me ratsss?"
    Martha hissed at George. "Doesss your ssstomach ever get full? We just ate!"
    George seemed to roll his eyes. "Being a staff is a lot of work." Then he mumbled the last part. "Considering that he used us to whack that guy in a prison cell." He must be talking about Lucius Malfoy.
    Draco's father scowled. "George, Martha, mind your manners. Or I'll change you back to a smartphone on silent mode."
    They both hissed together. "No!"
    "Then change yourselves to a pen and receipt paper. Can't you see I'm making some deliveries?" Draco's father said in a sarcastic manner. "I don't have all day!"
    Surprisingly, the two snakes morphed into a pen and clipboard in his hands. "Okay, now, Luna, please sign here and here." Draco's father said handing her the clipboard. After signing, he ripped off the paper. I was half expecting that he was going to joke them but instead he threw it in the air like it was trash. It then caught fire and disappeared. "I hope your mother stops bothering me. Why couldn't she have sent Fleecy?"
    Luna smiled and knelt beside her package and opened it. "Wow, I thought these were supposed to be non-existent. I mean it's pretty useless since there is no cell service." She pulled out a rainbow iPhone 7DM(Demigod Model). Then she brought out a pair of rainbow sneakers. "Thanks a lot, mum." Oh yeah, she sleepwalks. Finally, she pulled a bulky looking duffel bag.
    "Your mother is pretty chill but she is worried Hogwarts isn't that safe anymore. You have to be prepared for attacks anytime." Hmm, I didn't understand that last part. (Ancient Greek my fellow readers)
    Luna nodded solemnly. She opened the bag and brought out a pink breastplate and helmet. "Um...I don't want to sound mean but, can you please change it to the normal color? Bronze would do. Anything but pink. And the other pieces too assuming they're all pink."
    Draco's father nodded and snapped his fingers. The armor changed into the color royal blue. The helmet was dark blue. "It has a surprise."
    Luna became extremely curious. Running her hands on the plate, she gasped. "Ravenclaw. My house." She closed her eyes and spoke. "Thanks, mum." Her yellow duffel bag glowed and it changed to the color blue with a patch that was the symbol of Ravenclaw.
    She inspected everything else by them out. Metal Vambraces that were blue with the symbol of Ravenclaw came out and matched her armor. Brown leather combat boots and a weird looking one foot long wooden stick. "I don't understand. What is this stick for?"
    Draco's father smiled. "Wait a moment dear. I haven't talked to your mom about it. I'll ask her." Luna continued to inspect the stick. "Draco why don't you open your package. I'll be the one to sign for your package since I'm literally your father."
    Draco hurriedly set the box on the ground and opened it. "AHHH!" A green cake slammed right into his face once the box lids opened. "Please don't tell me Travis and Connor did this prank!" He exclaimed wiping off the icing on his face. He proceeded to throw it at Luna who expertly avoided every icing ball.
    "Draco, you're out of practice," Luna said calmly.
    Draco made a mistake of trying to get icing out of his hair. That's when his father decided to drop the bomb. "Travis and Connor did plan this prank. As a matter of fact, I remember Connor saying that if the green icing was in contact with hair, the hair would turn green. Though I just requested a prank from them. They don't know who I'd use it on."
    Draco fell to his knees and screamed. "NOOOOO! How could you?" His dad waved his hand and Draco was squeaky clean with no trace of cake on him. Except his hair. Which was now green.
    His dad snorted. "I swear, you could rival dad when it comes to being a drama queen."
    Draco stopped and began to explore the other items. He brought out a green duffel bag and guess what. It had armor too. But rather than it being blue with a random stick, the armor was green and he had a sheathed one and a half feet long knife with an emerald colored hilt. "Cool, so, can I stab people with it?" Draco looked at his father with pleading eyes. Why on earth would he want to stab someone? "For fun...please?" FOR FUN?!
    Draco's father looked at him weirdly. "Um...no."
    Draco looked devastated and proceeded to fit the armor on. It fitted perfectly!
    "Why does he get a knife and I get this stick," whoa, to be honest, I did not expect that from Luna. Still, she said it so deathly calm.
    At the same time, the 'stick' magically expanded into a spear and grazed Draco's armor as it expanded. "Yup, this is how I like it."
    "WATCH IT, LUNA!!!" Draco moving back in a scared manner. Then he gave her a fake pouty face. "You could have impaled me. POINT IT UPWARDS FOR LIFE'S SAKE."
    Luna apologized and pointed it upwards then it shot a beam of rainbow. "Is that supposed to happen?"
    Draco's father shrugged. "Deactivate it and I'll show you guys some thing." He brought out two leather bracelets and gave it to them. He started talking in a weird language while both Draco and Luna listened intently. Immediately, they raised their hands over their own armors. The armor, weapons(knife and stick), and shields all morphed into three beads each with colors according to their house.
    They then put it on the leather bracelet and thanked Draco's father.
    "So..." Draco's father started. "How's life? Mackenzie obviously having a hard time here. I mean she went on a manhunt just to find me. I was currently on top of Mt. Saint Helens delivering a package for some one then she appeared looking really exhausted. She said she traveled there by apparation? The first thing Mackenzie said in my face was how fast I could travel that she had to predict where I was going to. I mean seriously, my specialty is speed. She scared the hell out of me. More than Nico." Wait, hold up a second, Mackenzie can apparate? Already?!
    Luna and Draco looked at each other. Then all three of them engaged in the weird language conversation and it resulted to Draco looking super worried.
    Draco fiddled with his bracelet. "We'll make sure Mackenzie is doing well. But apparently everyone is super mad at her for...killing her father. Luckily, it won't affect her studies."
    "She's smarter than any wizard I know," Luna said packing her new things.
    Draco looked at his father. "We'll look out after her. I promise."
    His father nodded and his pen and clipboard turned into the same staff. "You have a call on express line six. She said you'd better answer or she will make the owls here attack you." Just then owls burst into the room heading straight. Draco's father suddenly flew up into the sky.
    "PLEASE TELL HER TO GIVE ME A HEADS UP!" Draco's father flew around the Great Hall in a really scared manner. Wait, how come he can fly without a broomstick or a spell.
    Mackenzie then entered the Great Hall and raised her hands. The owls immediately obeyed her hand gesture to settle down. "May I speak with my mum?" The staff morphed into a smartphone and she talked through it.
    "What do you want?" Mackenzie asked harshly.
    Silence filled in and Mackenzie softened. She turned around and looked on the floor. "I know Annabeth's working in Greece. A two year project yeah."
    Mackenzie bit her lip as she listened intently. "Listen, why do you have to call me?"
    "I can take care of them myself. I didn't know you actually cared to ask..." There seemed to be a shout from the other end of the line which made Mackenzie look furious. "Yeah you're my mother who has been missing my entire life. Suddenly you care? YOU GAVE MY UNKNOWN SERVICE TO YOUR SISTER BECAUSE OF A PETTY ARGUMENT YOU TWO COULDN'T SETTLE. LUCKILY, I'M ALLOWED TO BECOME AN INDEPENDENT FOLLOWER. You lucky I wanted to actually be in her service. I just hate relationships. Especially after the curse." Mackenzie cooled down after a long silence. "Fine, yeah, I know. I'm really happy Annabeth's okay. Yeah, I'll call you soon. Thanks for the package...yes, I'll remember to do that. I'll try my best to...yeah. I have Luna and Draco by my side. Thanks for calling, it's really been a tough time. I'm sorry for being harsh, it's just that yesterday we weren't able to find dad...right, I'll tell Minerva. Bye mom." Then she hung up and gave the phone to Draco's father who handed her the last package.
    "Thanks," Mackenzie said brushing it from dust. Then she looked up at her Uncle. "Mother said you brought us something else than this wonderful piece of armor."
    Draco's father nodded and brought out three long boxes. "Heffy made them. No one can ride them but you three." He handed them each a box and they opened it. They all brought out three identical broomsticks that looked custom made. It was super cool. Each one engraved with their names.
    Draco squealed while Luna just stared at it in awe. "It only responds to you three." Draco's father said. "Okay, I, have to go. Have fun and Mackenzie, don't be so hard on yourself. You didn't have any choice." Then he flashed with I love you son echoing through the Great Hall. Followed by Your brothers will kill you and that hair dye is stuck until the end of the day...I think. Yes, yes, yes, I'll deliver your package brother, sheesh.
    "Well, that was just weird." Hermione said as Draco hugged his broomstick.
    Draco stuck his tongue out at Mackenzie. "SLYTHERIN'S GONNA WIN THIS!"
    Mackenzie smacked him on the head. "Draco, speed doesn't mean anything."
    Draco pouted. "Dad says otherwise."
    He earned another smack over his head. "Mom says smarts beats anything."
    "No-"
    "Yes."
    "No-"
    "Yes."
    "No-"
    "No."
    "Yes-"
    "No."
    "Yes-" then Draco paused. "Wait...nooooo."
    Mackenzie smirked and answered in delight. "Yes. A fourteen year old just beat you in word war. Anyways, with a good game plan, Gryffindor can beat Slytherin."
    "You don't even fly. Why would you need a broomstick?" Draco said. "I mean you and flying don't match."
    Mackenzie gave him another smack on his head. "Your actually right. I suck at flying but suck it up. I received one too. And Luna too."
    "THEN WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SMACK FOR?!" Draco cried.
    Mackenzie shrugged. "I just feel like it." Then the three of them left for classes bickering about whose team will win the quidditch cup. Everyone else? We were shocked.