Luna dropped the extendable ear and bit on her lip. They were talking about her, they must have been otherwise it was very unlikely that they would have sent her out of the room. But why was Draco so worried and what were they going to do to her? She swallowed hard and leaned herself back against the wall.

She could hear his feet move away from her and turned around to look at him. The roles had changed, he was now facing the wall and she was looking at his back. She could sense that he was nervous and his arms swayed slightly beside his body.

Barley five minutes had passed when a loud cry called for her, arousing her from her own lack of consciousness. She tried to pick herself up but the effects of the spell had not yet worn off and her head was feeling like a weight; dragging her down.

‘What’s wrong?’ Ginny asked her, her heart obviously leaping with a sense of trouble. Luna used her head to point in the direction of the blonde-headed boy that was walking in their direction.

About twenty minutes later, a very old railway train puffed its way up to the station. It looked like it was wheezing, as its ancient doors swung open to let the many students pile in.

‘My father bought it for me. Last year and I’ve been playing out of school since I was nine,’ Luna told Ginny all at once, who in turn, stared at her in amazement, a sly smile spread across her lips.

They made their way down to the dungeons. Hot air hit their faces as they entered the room, sitting down with each other quickly towards the back of the room, so that they were not directly in front of Professor Snape.

‘Mondo has the Quaffle, passes to Kraig. Hogwarts intercepts. Ouch!’ Cho was thrown from her broom as a bludger smacked her hard in the ribs. ‘She’s alright,’ there was a short boo but the game continued. ‘Miss Weasley gets the Quaffle, passes to Cho, back to Ginny.”

‘Well, girls,’ Draco said, standing behind Luna and Ginny. It was the first chance that he had been able to speak to them. A week had passed since the match and even though talk had passed, everyone in the school knew about Luna and Ginny's little, experiment. ‘I am impressed.’

‘Ah. You were probably just getting butterflies in your stomach,’ she moved over to a cabinet and took a beaker from a shelf. ‘This will sort them out,’ she handed it to Luna. ‘You’re not the first. Miss Granger had to take some too and she doesn’t have to stand in front of the whole school to receive a prize,’ she stated with a smile.

‘I didn’t think you actually got butterflies in your stomach,’ Luna told the nurse, which was unusual, as Luna usually believed in everything.

A group of second years had set up a petition against the players, threatening them with all kind of curses and Luna, who had promised she would play no matter what, had started to receive some very mixed get well cards. ‘Get well for the match, or die playing!’ one of them screeched. She wasn't sure what to think of it and with only two days till the next match, it seemed unlikely that they would play.

They began to walk back towards the castle and were pleased to see that they were not too late back as they reached the main entrance doors. It was now extremely cold and Luna wondered whether they would have a white Easter, as well as a white Christmas previously.

‘Quiet girl!’ said the man, picking himself up and heading out the door. ‘Damn! Boss is going to be mad,’ his voice was panicking slightly. At the door, before Ron, Percy or Harry had had a chance to come to Ginny's aid he said, ‘hush girl. You're not the one. Wrong One!’ he apperated on the spot, leaving Ginny in trembles.

She looked around for a while and allowed her eyes to adjust for the dimming light. She let out a sigh of air and watched it stream from her mouth. She was in an opening now, not in the Forbidden Forest, but in another severed forest. In the centre of the clearing was a wooden post, laden with rusting chains and ivy. Breathing was becoming harder and the air was falling colder.

‘Poor lass,’ Madam Pomfrey clacked her tongue sadly. ‘Fell down miles after a bludger hit her on the head,’ she informed Luna. A horrid thought struck in her mind instantly.

‘Ginny,’ Luna screamed and lunged herself forward, being held back firmly by a hand on her shoulder. Standing behind them— staring at the scene he had been greeted with— was Albus Dumbledore. He pushed his way past Luna. Colin, who had flinched at the sight, watched in disbelief as Dumbledore began to send out orders.

‘The first will not be killed just yet, but I shall drink her blood each day. The second, shall be caged, not too far away. The third will be trapped in a tree, till her saviour comes,’ Ginny read— unaware that everyone was listening to her. ‘Then the first shall be killed under the fall moons beams, like wenst she come.’

They sat in silence for a couple of minutes but they were interrupted from their thoughts, as something caused a great change of topic in the Hall. A house elf, wearing bright pink socks and what could only be described as a Weasley jumper, scurried over to Harry.

‘I was taking her back to Hogwarts and I left the gag in her mouth because she kept trying to bite me,’ he added with a slight smile.