Luna chewed the end of her quill thoughtfully, wondering were to begin with her new story. The war was over, and she was fighting to get it out of her and possibly into her paper. Her new life without her father was a strange one, and The Quibbler was the only thing she had now. Voldemort had burned both her father and her home and now she was trying to get away from it all, trying to forget the pain. She sighed and decided that she would start now and work her way backwards, trying to remember everything in its exact occurrence.

My involvement it the war began my second year at Hogwarts, which is now commonly know as Dumbledore's Army. But as most of you, my dear reader's, already know everything of that fiasco, I shall move on. It was during my seventh year at Hogwarts that I was finally called upon to help with the war. My talent in potions and my apprentinship to Madam Pomphrey gave me everything that I needed to accomplish this task. It was under these pretenses that I began to care for Severus Snape and Remus Lupin specifically. Severus was always in need of constant attention, as he was a spy for our side, and he always insisted upon making his own potions. Remus, on the other hand, was only under my care each full moon. It was this constant care which I provided that I made several observations and invented the Full Moon Afternight Cure, which cures all wounds and stress for werewolves the night after the full moon. Both my growing friendship with Remus and my best friend Ginny made it possible for me to advance in the order and helped me to see the battlefield the day the war ended. It was our small group of surviving DA members that we managed to finally defeat the Death Eaters in order for Harry Potter to kill Voldemort. But there was a price, and my lover Neville Longbottom died by the hand of an old curse cast by Bellatrix Lestrange, and he died that very night despite my utmost care. Soon after, I heard news from my village that both my home and father had been burnt to the ground two days earlier. My dearest friend Ginny, who was and is still Harry's partner, comforted me by giving me Grimmwauld Place, as Harry cannot enter this place without crying, and I needed a new home for The Quibbler and my home. And it is here I shall reside until I leave this world. To my dear readers, thank you for reading all these years, and I hope to bring you a brighter world through these pages.

Sincerely,

Miss Luna Lovegood, Editor and Publisher.

Luna slumped into her couch, relaxing and tossing her quill and parchment aside. A dutiful house elf came and retrieved them, taking the pages to be printed on the newest edition of The Quibbler. Luna, meanwhile, slept silently next to the fire, its embers licking and spitting at the picture window behind her. She soon found herself in her room at Hogwarts, the solitary room that she had called home away from home ever since she became a prefect her fifth year. The sparkling silver and midnight blue comforted her and warmed the frigid room that enveloped her very being. Seeing everything in order put her at ease, and she slipped into an even more comfortable sleep as the lights outside her home grew dark.

The next morning awoke her with its blast of fresh air and sweet smells and sounds. She rose from her couch, happy that she had decided to wear her pajamas the whole day before. She ran up to the first floor and took a quick shower, drying herself with a quick spell and dressing in baggy clothes. Her flowing gray dance pants disappeared at mid-thigh where her baggy purple-brown button up shirt enveloped her entire frame. She rolled up the sleeves and headed outside, conjuring tea along the way. She sat on her porch for hours, watching the rest of the sunrise and the early morning people, some walking, some jogging, and others just going along with no clear purpose. An owl flew up to her, and she managed to catch it before it slammed into her front door. She opened her palm to find Pig, Ron's eccentric owl, muddled in her fist. It gave a short hoot, and Luna read the letter attached to its leg.

Luna,

I'm sending Remus to your place to stay for a little while until he can recover/find a new job. You said you wanted some company last time I saw you, and I hope you don't mind. Owl me back with an answer. Maybe he can help you with The Quibbler?

Harry.

Luna smiled, happy to see that she was finally going to have some company for the first time in months. She hastily grabbed a quill and wrote on the back of Harry's note.

Harry,

Of course I don't mind silly! You and Ginny are to blame for only visiting me once a month, but I'm sooo bored out here! Just kidding! I'd be delighted to have Remus here, and he can move in permanently to the third floor apartments if he wishes to. I can't fathom how hard it must be for him, being a werewolf and all. Yes, I would love help with The Quibbler. Anyway, get him over here A.S.A.P.!

Lovies!

Luna.

She carefully rolled up the note and secured it to Pig before hurling him like a baseball into the sky. 'Finally,' she thought, 'I'll have some company around here!' She rushed inside and told her head house elf, Gwenevire, to prepare the third floor apartments and settled down to wait with her tea and a few articles that needed revising.