Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling, do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters to be mentioned. I have no affiliation with J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers or any other person or persons concerning the Harry Potter texts.

This came to me in a dream just last night. It was an odd dream, but a lovely one at that. The whole fanfiction will be based upon this dream. I'm not promising more than 10 chapters, although I doubt it will even have that many. Enjoy!

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She didn't mind that she sometimes hummed out of tune. Quite frankly, she never really noticed. All she cared was that she was humming to what she thought was the tune of 'Weasley is Our King.' You couldn't call it her favourite song, as she didn't have a favourite song. But she particularly enjoyed singing and humming this one. She didn't sing the mean version the Slytherins had made up either, but the Gryffindor one. She supposed that was why Ronald didn't mind as much now.

Luna Lovegood often meandered the corridors between classes. It was her third most favourite activity, next to reading in the library and working in the Greenhouses. And even though she mostly sang or hummed, she still listened to the sounds and voices surrounding her.

"Did Parvati tell you about...?"

Luna dismissed the voice. She had no interest in gossip. She was so unobtrusive, that she heard the stories others told about her own self. She never spied, never listened in on people's conversations, and never sought out such information. But, somehow, Luna seemed to be everywhere at once, and picked up nearly everything.

"Megan Jones said that she heard from Eloise Midgen that someone caught Susan Bones and Zacharias Smith snogging in the broom closet."

More gossip. Luna sighed dreamily, walking closer to the wall. She curtseyed to a few various portraits who acknowledged her. Gossip was all she heard these days, whatever the subject was. And it wasn't entirely a surprise, considering the latest Daily Prophet articles, which seemed to hold more speculation than facts these past couple of days. Luna felt her grip tighten on the copy of The Quibbler, firmly held in her left hand. Her father would never let such rubbish articles be published in his magazine. Adam Lovegood always wrote the truth. Though he tried to be dispassionate, his natural fever for the subjects often won the upper hand. Nevertheless, his articles were always 100 percent accurate, and never misleading. Much unlike the Daily Prophet.

"You know, Terry Boot got himself in the Hospital Wing. He was hit by a Bludger during today's Ravenclaw Quidditch practice."

Protuberant eyes widened slightly. She took note of what she heard, deciding it was imperative that she visit him as soon as possible to make sure he was okay. He was, after all, a friend, and civil towards her. Except for the occasionally 'Loony,' which she always assumed was purely incidental and meaningless.

She passed by a group of third year Gryffindor girls, huddled around a copy of the latest Daily Prophet. Luna felt like sneezing.

"Oooh, look what is says about the Department of Mysteries! They're running investigations and there are analysts..."

This was something new. Luna didn't doubt that after what had happened in May, there would be many new stories, and theories, and warnings. In fact, she would have been genuinely surprised had there been no news at all. The whole student body was in a combination of shock, fear, and indecisiveness.

Luna thought about the incident. Truthfully, it occupied her daydreams rather often. Sometimes she would feel the impact of her body being thrown against the desk. Sometimes she would remember trying to talk sense into Ronald after those horrid Aquivirius Maggots attacked him (even though Hermione said they were 'brains'.) Sometimes she would hear the voices behind the veil again, and what she thought was the soft chuckling of her mother.

She snapped out of her reverie suddenly, as she had almost walked into an older Slytherin. Adrian Pucey, as luck would have it. The Head Boy snarled at her and pushed past her. Regaining her composure, she continued on her way. It occurred to her that she was heading in the general direction of the Great Hall. And rightfully so, as there was just a little bit of spare time before lunch would be served.

Luna froze mid step. She could barely believe her own ears. Among all the chattering, one voice stood out above the rest. It wasn't any louder than the rest, but it immediately seized the blonde Ravenclaw's attention. At first she thought she had misheard, but that was quite unlikely. Luna had especially keen hearing, she was well aware of that.

She had just heard someone say 'Blibbering Humdinger.' And that someone was not her.

"It was a wicked article about the Blibbering Humdinger. I swear, I just read it, right in Binns' class. He didn't notice I wasn't paying any attention, obviously. He never does. But anyway, it was all about the latest discovery, that they were living in..."

Luna did not need to hear the rest. She, too, had read that article this morning, right before breakfast. In that short burst of time after Harry's interview was published, it was common to hear people discuss and quote the magazine. Some even kept at it for a week or two. But as far as her knowledge went, Luna didn't have a clue someone was still at it.

She turned her head to see who had spoken, but could not identify the voice among the crowds of students milling about. She wasn't too disappointed, though, and was confident that she would find whoever it was by the end of the day. Even if it took the whole day to find out just who else showed such enthusiasm about her beloved Daddy's magazine.

A/N: So, how did you like it? Has it intrigued you? Will you keep reading? Please review! :D

The mystery person won't be revealed right away, so you'll have to be patient. If any of you would like to take a shot at it, though... I can give you one hint and one hint only, and that is that he's a male. –zips lips shut for fear of giving away any more information-