A/N: I don't really know where this came from, to be honest. I felt like writing some Luna/Harry friendship and Oops. I don't own Harry Potter, blah blah blah.

Takes place in 'The Order of the Pheonix'.

It was a DA meeting, Neville had disarmed Ron, Ginny cast her first Patronus, and Hermione had kept watch. Harry had stayed behind, rifling through a book of defensive spells. He needed some new curses; everyone was catching on surprisingly fast. Ginny had offered to stay behind and teach him some new ones, seeing as she was the master. Goyle's feet still hadn't stopped dancing. Ginny was brutal.

He had just left the list of next week's curse: plaga sequarte. It made the victim sick for days, even weeks if the caster was strong enough. Harry left the room of requirement and strode down the corridor, trying to appear as if he had just come from the seventh floor lavitory, and not a secret organization.

That's when he saw it.

Luna was held against the wall, with one boy pinning her arms above her head. Another had her chin in a vice like grip, twisting it uncomfortably towards him.

"What kind of fucking Ravenclaw are you if you can't even figure out your own gender?" Said the boy (sixth year, Ravenclaw, Harry took note) holding her arms. She whimpered, and half-heartedly tried to kick him off. He tightened his grip on her arms, sure to leave a bruise. The other let go of her chin.

She hung her head, trying to lean away from the boys on either side of her. The one who had dropped her head stepped back, only to forcefully punch her in the gut. Luna cried out with no air, and tried to breathe unsuccessfully. Now that he could get a good look at her, harry noticed the tears streaming from her face, and the blood pouring from her nose like a faucet.

"Let's remind you, slut." Said the sixth-year, and he let go of her arms. Luna fell to the floor, all strength gone, wheezing and sobbing. It was the worst sound Harry had ever heard, and it made him angrier than he thought was possible.

He clenched his wand in his fist, running through curses and charms in his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw the younger one start to pull up her sweater. Realizing what was happening, he yelled and ran over.

The boys looked at him in fear, and started to run. After two very loud "Conjunctivitis Curses" were yelled and the two boys were clutching at their eyes, Harry slid down against the wall, panting. They deserved it, Harry thought, The bastards deserved it for what they did to Luna.

Oh God.

Luna.

Harry ran back to the corridor to find Luna curled in a ball, wheezing and crying. She was a mess, her hair tangled, her sweater discarded on the floor, the sleeves of her robe (which she had bundled herself in) most definitely covered in blood and snot. He walked over to her, and crouching down next to her he put a hand on her shoulder.

Seeing her jump back and look at him in fear broke him.

"Luna?" he said softly, fighting to keep his anger out of his voice. "Luna it's okay, they're gone." She looked up at him, and Harry could really see the damage they had done. On black eye, two small bruises on her chin, and a bloody nose were only the half of it. Only half of what he could see that is.

"H-Harry." she said in her wispy voice that sounded so wrong when it was thick with tears. His name was said like it was holding her to this world. Maybe it was, and that thought scared him. "Harry- oh!" she crawled towards him, and he pulled her into a hug. He didn't care that she was getting blood on his robes. He could hear her saying "thank you" repeatedly in to his shoulder like it was a prayer.

"Luna, what happened, who were they?" Harry asked. This was going straight to Flitwick, or whoever dealt with this stuff. He tried to remember the spell that Luna used to fix his nose. He knew why she needed it now.

He pushed her off of him and she whined. She had stopped sobbing now, she was just crying softly, but smiling.

"Episkey" he chanted, pointing his wand at her nose. Her nose looked a bit better now and she reached her hand up to touch it. As she did, her sleeves fell down, revealing dark rings around her wrists. She didn't bruise that fast, meaning this had happened before.

"Luna, who were they?" Harry repeated. When she looked away from him and started picking at a scab on her wrist (from those sick bastards' fingernails oh god-) he felt sick. "Has- have they uh- done this," he gestured at the rest of the hallway "before?"

She had finally removed the scab, and a little blood was pooling on her wrist. She said nothing.

Harry felt actual bile rise in his throat.

"Luna, why didn't you say anything?" Harry asked. "Why did you le-"

"I tried to." Her voice was a whisper, and she was staring transfixed at her wrist. "They were part of the Inquisitorial Squad." She looked at him now, directly in the eye. She looked so broken, and it reminded Harry of how Sirius looked when he talked about James, like he'd had something taken from him unfairly.

"What does that have to do—"' Harry didn't finish his sentence as he realized. Her grabbed her hand and flipped it over, hoping, praying-

"'I must not tell lies'" Luna said, her voice shaking. The scab was fresher than his, by at least a week.

"No." Harry said, blind with rage. "No!" He slammed his fist against the wall, immediately regretting it when Luna jumped back.

"Sorry!" She said quickly, and Harry once again felt sick. Why was she apologizing? This wasn't right at all. He was doing this wrong…

"No, please, Luna this wasn't, isn't your fault please no don't say sorry." Harry said quickly.

He stood up. They were going to the highest authority right now. He walked over and grabbed her sweater, said "Purifico" under his breath, and handed it to her.

"Come on, we're going to Mcgonagall's, she won't take us to Umbridge." He cast the cleaning spell on her robes too, and grabbed her hand when she was dressed. He led her down the hallway until he turned a corner.

The Inquisitorial Squad had grown since he'd last seen them. There were now a few scared Hufflepuffs, a lone Gryffindor, and a few more Ravenclaws in their mix. They were all standing with their wands at the ready, and Umbridge was standing in front of them.

"Well, Well," she said in her high, squeaky voice. "I thought it might be you who cursed my boys."

A/N: And the award for best place to end a chapter goes to… AwkwardDuckling!

*bows* thank you, thank you but I really must be going,

Later Bitches