A/N – Complete rewrite of my old story on a new username. Enjoy.

The shrunken body's hollow breathing was the only sound that filled the Silence of its cell. It lay, aching and feeble, curled into a corner. It relished in the numbness of the Silence. The Silence would not harm her. It caressed her, comforted her in the knowledge that no one else was there with her. There was no threat. The Silence would only soothe.

A crash of metal against stone exploded into the room, and the Silence retreated.

The girl wildly scrabbled at the wall in an attempt to flee from the thunderous storm that erupted in her head at the sound. Her body wedged itself further into the corner, away from the source of the noise, and it began to shake from the merciless vibrations of the echo. A threat. Was the sound a threat? Had someone finally come to kill? A scared whimper escaped her swollen lips. The Silence was her friend. Where was her friend? It hurt. The noise was hurting her head.

Her quaking body began to calm as the sound was eventually swallowed by Silence. Her breathing steadied.

It was quite funny, really. People used to call her Loony at school.

Oh, if only they knew what insanity really was. The cold, shameless realism of true insanity.

Luna tilted her head upwards cautiously, azure gaze tired from hoping. Dreaming of an escape. She could not waste her energy on faith, anymore.

It was a metal cup of water. Thrown in by Lestrange, no doubt. It was up to the Death Eaters to keep their own torture toys alive, otherwise the Lord had no use for them. The term "Dark Lord" was long since gone. There was no Light opposition- only the one Lord. Not since Harry had died. Not since the Second Order had fallen. Her eyes flickered to the opposite wall- 37 lines, etched into the stone with her fingernails, stood solemnly. 37 days since the Second Order fell. It was the most terribly shameful day in her life. Far beyond the Battle of Hogwarts- the children, the incapable, were able to hide then. Let the strong ones fight. But afterwards? Who was left to stand but them?

Luna had watched them drop like flies.

A tear dripped from her hollowed cheek. Luna wiped it away absently.

37 days had passed. It was time to act.

The Final Act.

"Rosie." She whispered, throat scratchy. "Rosie-Rosie", she called into her empty cell. Rosalie had been in the next cell- small girl- wide, inquisitive green eyes, dark hair, olive skin. They had helped each other in the first few terrible nights. Luna crawled towards the other side of her sell and rested her head against the cool rock, panting quietly.

Her fingers stroked the small hole in the wall tenderly, awaiting the other girl to crawl to the whole and sing to her. Malfoy had taken Rosalie two weeks ago. "I'm leaving now, Rosie." She called again. Silence answered her.

Luna, as if satisfied by its response, nodded numbly.

I do hope it goes to plan.

Her hand slipped behind her head and her fingers clumsily unfastened the cool silver chain that hung loosely around her neck. A gift from the will of Albus Dumbledore.

Luna,

It is my deepest fear that Harry is to be defeated in the battle that is inevitably drawing closer. I do not have complete faith in my theory that allows Harry to live- and I must be certain before I depart that he will survive. If all fails… Luna, if you have ever trusted me, you will take this time turner and befriend Tom Riddle in the year of 1942. There is no one, nor there ever shall be, anyone who could execute this final mission better than you.

Yours truly,

A. Dumbledore

She had memorised it word by word. Kept it secret from everyone- even Neville. She had convinced herself that it was a prank at first- why would Dumbledore entrust her with such a colossal mission? With such an abstract mission? It wouldn't work. Of course it wouldn't.

But she couldn't go any longer ignoring the escape she had from this hell right at her fingertips. She would do anything to leave from this dark cell. Anything. Anything to escape from this life.

Even befriend her loved ones' murderer.

Even change the course of history.

Smiling dazedly, she twisted the time turner.