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A/N: I have had this idea for a long time now, I just now had to get it out on paper, if you remember in the seventh book, the Erumpent horn that Luna's dad (Name to long) thought was a Crumple-Horned Snorkack horn...you will see. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Caught

Left home alone, Luna Lovegood lay on her bed staring at the ceiling, reading the words friends, friends repeatedly until the word sounded foreign in her mind. She was bored and, as usual when she was alone, had to stay locked up in her room while her dad was away. She pulled her wand out from its compartment under her bed. She was eighteen now and Hogwarts was well behind her, but she still liked to look back on that day in her fourth year when she had met Harry Potter. Her father kept a Pensive in their basement, under many defense spells, and even though the only time she saw it she had only time enough to place one of her own memories inside it! Though her own memory would suffice, she wanted to relive it. She walked over to her door, her father thinking she was daddy's girl, failed to put more than a simple Muggle lock on her door. You may think she could simply apparate out of her room, no; she wanted to do things in the fun way.

She did not know why her dad kept her locked in her room, there was nothing secret in the house that she could not know. It must be her sense of over curiosity that kept her in her room all this time, even when she was eighteen.

"Alohamora," she whispered under her breath as the lock fell off her door with a thud. Pushing open the door, she smiled looking down at the lock on the other side of it.

Oh, life's simple pleasures she thought to herself, how do those Muggles do it? Silently saluting Muggles in her mind, she started down the dangerously steep spiral steps. Being the person that she was, she stopped to admire the Crumple-Horned Snorkack horn on the wall. She did enjoy magic creature, especially rare ones. She reached out to touch it, and then pulled back, not wanting to damage it with her fingerprints. Walking further down, she passed her dads own creation of Rowena Ravenclaw's Diadem.

"What other memories shall I look at?" she asked herself, "Maybe the day mom and dad first met, I have heard the story enough now I want to live It." she stepped lighter and faster excited by the fact that she might actually see the day her parents met.

She neared the bottom of the stairs; looking up at the top floor, she summoned a cloak from her room, just because she could. Covering herself in silk stars, she ran off in one direction, then another, making her cape billow behind her in a mock imitation of her potions master, Severus Snape.

"Oh this is fun!" she said coming to a stop and feeling its shiny texture.

She was in no hurry, she had plenty of time to enjoy the world's small pleasures, even if it means running around her house in a very billowy cape. She kicked off her high tops and wiggled her toes on her carpet, feeling it squish under her toes. She started to the basement stairs, the cold concrete a sudden change from the fuzzy carpet to her pale bare feet. She tried the door, locked.

"Simple enough, Alohamora." she muttered, and the door flew open. "Why thank you my good sir!" she bowed to the imaginary guard that operates the basement in her head and laughed, then took his position and started to talk for him in a very low voice, "Any day m'am". She slapped her knee as she laughed while walking into the basement.

There sat the Pensive in the far corner of the small room. Luna approached it and looked into its contents. She leaned in further then stopped herself from falling in. She leaned her face slowly into the mass and immediately was immersed in her memory.

Seeing her fourth year, self-sitting in the compartment reading the Quibbler, with her wand behind her ear made her laugh.

"There's only Loony Lovegood in here." Ginny had said, "She's alright."

Ginny was always so nice, she thought.

Before the memory could continue, it swiftly changed into one she had never seen before. Her father was in a dark mansion, and a hooded figure stood before him. Xenophilius Lovegood held out his left arm as the hooded figure moved in closer. A closer inspection of the scene revealed that on his arm was a tattoo of a snake and a skull, Luna recognized it at once as the dark mark.

Her father had been a Death Eater, surly this memory had been messed with, she thought hopefully, but the memory had shown no signs of being tampered with in any way.

The hooded figure spoke in a raspy voice, something she could not understand. Her father replied shaking, "Y-y-yes my lord,"

"Don't stutter boy!" the figure said. Luna walked closer to him and saw that under the hood was a pale face, with red slit like eyes.

She gasped, "You-Know-Who?" she whispered to herself as tears welled in her eyes, she saw her mother in the corner of the mansion she seemed in pain. Luna could see no more of that memory, because just then, now she wanted to see the most, a stern hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her out of the Pensive. She spun around to see Xenophilius Lovegood standing before her an angry look smeared across his face, his arms crossed, toe tapping. His gaze didn't soften when he saw the tears in his daughters eyes.

"What happened to her?"