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Luna knew the war wasn't over, but as the remaining fighters, members of Dumbledore's Army, the Order of the Phoenix, teachers, and other wizards and witches that were against Voldemort gathered in front of the castle, the same thought resonated through the crowd, even though it was unspoken.

He's won. It's over. We're all going to die. But we have to keep fighting. But it's useless.

These contradicting sentiments were filled with the grief of loss, with the stench of dark magic filling their nostrils, and with the sight of the body that lay before them In the arms of Rubeus Hagrid.

Harry Potter was dead. Luna's heart seemed to grow heavy and shatter all at the same time, like a rusted mirror falling to the ground and breaking. Harry was dead. To her, that was worse than anything else she could have heard. Worse than knowing her father had betrayed Harry for her, worse than when she had been held hostage at Malfoy Manor, and worse than the war being over with them on the losing side.

Her pale, dirty features lost all of their color in the silvery moonlight, and she stood completely still, crystalline eyes wide and filling with tears rapidly as she stared at the body of her friend at the feet of Voldemort. She felt like she couldn't breathe, like she was suffocating, and the shouts and screams that permeated the air around her didn't sink in. Harry was dead.

Then she saw something. Something that she hadn't noticed before, and Luna blinked away the haze of tears that clouded her vision to make sure she was seeing things correctly. Yes, she definitely saw them. Her heart soared and she sank to her knees on the damp ground in relief, blood rushing to her head so fast she thought she might faint.

Wrackspurts. They were hard to see, but they were there. Buzzing around Harry Potter's head were small, fly-like creatures, barely discernable in the pitch blackness of the night. Wrackspurts didn't go into dead people's heads. That meant that Harry was alive. He was alive!

Luna looked around frantically, her tangled, silvery-white hair whipping around her face as she searched for somebody else that noticed, somebody that could see them. Anyone who realized that Harry was alive! But she found no one. The expressions were full of pain, misery, and loss. Those who were holding themselves together were shouting and screaming, but she didn't know what they were saying. All she knew was that none of them were smiling, and Harry wasn't getting up.

Why wasn't he getting up? She turned her eyes back to the wizard and frowned, confusion taking the place of the amazing joy she had felt only moments before. He didn't want anyone to know that he was alive? Then… there had to be some reason for it. Luna trusted Harry Potter, and she would play along with him if that was what he needed her to do.

It was then that Neville's screams invaded her mind. Neville was being hurt? Her wide eyes searched until they were drawn to a figure kneeling in the grass in front of Voldemort, and it took all of her perseverance to not either run to him and help him or scream that Harry was alive, that this wasn't necessary, that Voldemort hadn't won.

But that wasn't what Luna needed to do to help Harry. That would only help Neville, and Harry was so important, not only to the wizarding world, but to her, as well. Harry, her friend… Harry, who took her to Professor Slughorn's Christmas party…

Luna's expression grew fierce and she stood, ignoring the mud, dirt and blood that caked her clothing and skin as she glared at Voldemort. This was his fault, and in the end, he would lose. Harry would win. She believed in him, and nothing could change that. She didn't know how his act was helping them, but she knew it was, somehow. Harry would always help them.