Luna and Harry sat ironomy Tower, the distant rumble of thunder growing closer as dark storm clouds swirled on the horizon. The night was unusually quiet, the wind pig up ever so slightly, carrying with it the smell of impending rain. Acc to the forecast, the storm was supposed to hit at 2 a.m., but it was just past midnight now.

  Harry shifted unfortably on the cold stone bench, gng at Luna, atg the skies with her usual serene expression. The moonlight danced in her eyes, refleg her calm in trast to the turbulent storm that was brewing.

  “So… are we not going to talk about Daphne?” Harry asked, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, but there was an edge of worry that he couldn’t quite mask.

  Luna didn’t turn to look at him right away. Her eyes remained fixed on the clouds, as if studying their movement. Finally, she spoke, her voice as soft as the breeze that rustled through the tower. “What about her?”

  “Well,” Harry began, trying to find the right words, “she’s a devil—she wants to marry me. And apparently, she’s obsessed with Equestria… none of that seems weird to you? Because I guarantee you the st timeline I married her she was a human.”

  Luna turned her head slightly, finally meeting his gaze. Her expression was thoughtful, not at all armed. “Weird? No. Ued? Perhaps. I guess I am going to have to expin the multiverse to you after all.”

  Harry stared at her, still trying to his head around the idea. “So… this isn’t just some alterimeline where things went differently? This is a whole other universe?”

  Luna smiled gently, her expression softening. “Exactly. You’ve crossed between worlds without even realizing it. Every decision, every moment, creates a brang path. And sometimes, those paths lead to entirely different versions of people, pces, and histories.”

  Harry let out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. “That expins absolutely nothing you please be less cryptic sure its fun to mess with others as a seer I mean I preteo be one in the sed timeline for fun but… God is this how I made others feel?”

  Luna blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Harry's outburst before a small smirk tugged at her lips. "Well first off, God is dead."

  Harry stopped, staring at her. "What?"

  Luna shrugged nontly. "Or maybe not dead exactly, but not as involved as everyohinks. It depends on which reality we're in, really. Some have Yahweh, others don’t. It’s all quite variable."

  Harry groaned, rubbing his temples. "This is worse than I thought. I was expeg an expnation, not more cryptisense."

  Luna’s smile widened, but there was a softness ione as she tinued, sensing Harry’s frustration. "Alright, Harry, let me try to put it simply. Imagine every choiake creates a ripple, a new path. These paths form branches, creating different versions of the world you know. Sometimes, they’re minor differences—like someone wearing blue instead of red. Other times, the differences are massive, like Daphne being a devil in this timeli’s not just about time travel or gis—it's about the structure of reality itself."

  Harry sighed, his head still spinning. “So… I have been hopping timelines but by this point I am so far away from the timeline I was hopping frinally that I am starting to branch out into other major timelines?”

  Luna smiled at Harry, her eyes gleaming with a mix of uanding and sympathy. "Exactly, Harry. You started by hopping through timelirying to fix things or ge events. But now, you're drifting further from the inal timeline, so much so that you're venturing iirely new realities—major timelines where the rules are different, and the people may not be the same as they once were."

  Harry leaned against the railing of the tower, staring out at the gathering storm. "So, that expins why Daphne's suddenly a devil and obsessed with Equestria, I guess... but how far away am I from the inal timeline? I eve back?"

  Luna's expression softened, and she stepped closer, pg a hand on his shoulder. "It's hard to say. The question is do you even want to go back?”

  Harry blinked, caught off guard by Luna's question. "Do I even want to go back?" he repeated, his voice trailing off as he mulled it over. He hadn’t sidered it that way before. His whole focus had been on fixing things, correg wrongs, and hoppiween timelihe idea of returning to his inal timeline had always seemed like the end goal.

  Luna stepped closer, her eyes filled with curiosity. "You've spent so long hoppiween worlds, fixing timelines, being the hero. But think about it, Harry. As the Master of Death, you’re immortal. Sure, the world has been ending, but you survived each time. I mean, I guess I'll survive the end of the world this time too, if we 't stop it… Or we could just get to Equestria and live there forever."

  "I guess, although I'd like to save the world this time if I could... I also guess I o start looking for differences, huh?" Harry replied.

  Luna, sensing the weight of his thoughts, ed her arms around him in a f hug. "Exactly," she whispered. "But whatever happens, we’ll face it together."

  "I 't tell if this retionship is actual love or mind magic..." Harry murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as Luna's embrace tightened around him.

  Luna pulled back slightly, her silvery eyes meeting his with a rare seriousness. "Harry," she began softly, "mind magic, beyond the extremely rare corrupting kind, should be uo affect me. And the Hallows should protect you.”

  Before Harry could respond, the sky erupted with the sound of raindrops hitting the stoower. Luna’s expression lit up as the first lightning bolt split the sky. "It’s time!" she cheered, excitement radiating from her as she dashed to the baly.

  Harry followed her, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. As Luna the dowhe animagus potion.