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I have an important announcement: I wish I had a Room of Requirement. That is all.

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For a few minutes, Harry just stared dumbly at the door. There was now a blizzard in his void—an indicator that he should just grab the damn doorknob. As the icy winds ripped at him inside, Harry realized he was scared. Which was ridiculous, because he'd always been tolerant to fear. He was a Gryffindor after all. So why wouldn't he just open the door? His hand twitched, but that was the only movement he made.

It was here that he speculated that facing death meant that he would have to see it all over again…and he really, really had no intention of re-watching that fine line between living, and of not. Watching Sirius literally tumble into the land of the dead was still fresh in his mind, but what would be worse than living through that again, was to see his parents die. Instead of a distant memory of screams, it would be a fresh image flashing through his mind, day in, day out, till the day he met his own demise. Harry shuddered.

"What's the problem, Harry?" Luna's soft dreamy voice asked. Clenching his jaw, Harry shook his head slightly. The Ravenclaw was working him out like he was an intricate riddle, and it irked him slightly. Apparently, she was resistant to rejection, because she drifted right in front of his line of vision. Those eyebrows were furrowed again. Briefly, Harry thought this must be her concentrating tic…like when Hermione would stick her tongue out slightly from the corner of her lips, or when Ron's nose would wrinkle. Luna tilted her head to the side, humming.

"Your eyes get darker when you're scared." She commented.

"I'm not usually scared, Luna," Harry replied, frowning. Bloody Ravenclaw.

"You were when you thought Sirius Black was in danger…" She trailed off, smiling sadly. "And when he ended up being in danger." Harry sucked in his breath, fists clenching. Momentarily he closed his eyes to block his sight of Luna. He cast his mind to some happy memories. When he found more family, when it turned out Siriu—nope. Imagining talking to his parents—bloody hell! Leaving the Dursleys…that's it…Ron and Hermione…

There was a deep, rumbling growl that sounded suspiciously like thunder; a sudden gust of salty wind smacked into Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived jerked his eyes open in shock, trying to catch his breath as the sudden force howled at him. Luna was standing in the doorway, her hair whipping in pale graceful arcs—a strange contrast to the billowing grey clouds beyond her. Harry's jaw fell. An angry metallic sky glowered down at an equally riled, steely sea. Just inches from Luna's feet was a ragged stone ledge.

"Luna!" He snapped, miffed that she had literally opened the door to his fear. Her response was to beckon him forward with a wild hand, not looking once back at him. The hesitation was back. But then, at least the first thing he saw wasn't a body crumpling to the ground; if it had been he probably would have pelted to his dormitory and hid under the covers of his bed, or, more likely, fainted.

Cautiously, Harry shuffled forwards until he was next to her. Luna stepped onto the stone, and he followed suit. From here, he could see that the ledge was at least fifty feet above the snarling waves. They were standing on a cliff. Harry turned around; he yelped in surprise when a large tree trunk stared back at him.

"It's an oak tree!" From the corner of his eye, he could tell that she had mimicked his movement, and then informed him in a yell, the wind distorting her voice's dreaminess and making it sound wispy. "It's a symbol of strength, you know. And knowledge, and resistance." She added. Scowling at the tree, he then proceeded to round on Luna.

"I don't need to know what kind of tree it is, nor do I give a ruddy arse about what it symbolizes, I want the door back!" He hollered as the wind whistled loudly…Harry was strangely reminded of Hogwarts Express. There was a slash of stark lightning in the midst of the grey. Luna only gave him an infuriatingly bright smile, the abrupt flash of white light making her already pale features look ghostly.

"Harry, you asked the room to help you. It's not letting you out until you get what you want!" When her wispy words dissolved into Harry like the sickly foam did into the sea below, Harry felt his heart drop. Thunder grumbled. Letting out an animalistic cry, Harry glared at the gloomy sky above, fat raindrops smattering onto his glasses (though Hermione had charmed them years ago, so that the raindrops dissolved, and his vision remained clear). Then, he set to move around the oak tree—what he saw made him loose the strength in his legs. Giving up on trying to stand, Harry sunk to his knees. The cliff was in fact just a circular tower of rock, and barely big enough for the width of the tree. The oak's gnarly roots clung onto the jagged stone for dear life as the wood groaned ominously. Essentially, he was a grain of sand on the point of a pin, held above a large haystack

When he saw Luna sag beside him from his peripheral vision, Harry turned to look at her. Her soaked hair made Harry realize that he, too was drenched in a mixture of tangy raindrops and salty sea spray. When he'd entered, he had been damp from the lake, completely forgetting about his state, but now it was as if he had just been freshly plunged into water. In fact, he also happened to be freezing. The iciness clawing at his skin battled with the iciness that roared inside him.

…The void.

Oh.

Letting out an indignant cackle, Harry watched as Luna raised a curious eyebrow.

"This is the void," he muttered, looking at Luna but suddenly not really seeing her. All his mind was doing was fumbling to gather that damned feeling the void gave him and comparing this to the feeling the room was giving him. Cold. Numb. Hollow. In conclusion, they were the exact same feeling. But what did the tree represent? Luna had said…something about strength, if he recalled. Resistance? To what? Death? A pale hand grabbing his arm jerked him out of his thoughts.

"What did you say?" The wispy voice of Luna called. It was then that Harry realized they were in a howling storm, and his words were lost to the desperate howls that bashed the sea, the tree, and the two pinpricks of people. He also noted that whilst Luna certainly had her suspicions (damn Ravenclaw), she didn't have confirmations about the void, about his request to the room. Considering that she was also stuck in Harry's insides—he cringed at the thought, as taken out of context it sounded like some sort of freaky sci-fi film—he deemed she deserved to know why.

So he told her everything. Or rather, he yelled to her everything.

How the void had emerged with death's first greeting to Harry's life.

How it got deeper.

More bitterly, bitingly cold.

Then, with Sirius—

It felt as if it were infinite, the void.

When he finished, Luna's brows were furrowed, as he'd come to expect. Yet, now, there was a new feature on her face; the glazes on her eyes weren't dreamy, they were much too hard to be dreamy. Hard, but the glazes trembled over her irises. Harry would be half-tempted to consider them tears, had they not disappeared and melted into back to the familiar, dreamy glazes. It was a disconcerting show for him, to say the least, because he simply had no idea what to make of it.

"This tree, this rock—it's your denial, Harry!" She finally hooted. "You don't know how to accept death, because you don't understand it. So you need to do what my Father's favourite Muggle saying says: take a leap of faith!" And before Harry could even digest what she said, Luna Lovegood sprung up from her kneeling position and dove off the ragged rock.

With a cry of surprise, Harry scrabbled to the edge, peering desperately down from where she had leaped. As she approached the aggressive expanse of grey, Harry whipped his wand out.

"Arresto Momentum!" To his horror, Luna didn't stop falling. He frantically cast the spell again, and again, and again—until she was engulfed by a ravenous wave. Mouth open, Harry waited to see a dot of white in the steely grey. It never came.

"LUNA!"

Nothing.

Gripping his wand tightly, Harry felt his throat tighten. If there was one thing he hated, it was feeling helpless to anything, anything at all. Like when he thought Sirius was in Voldemort's clutches. Harry had found out a way to do something, but fat chance if that helped anyone. Yeah, the Ministry finally got their heads out of their arses, they realized Voldemort was back. It wasn't worth it, considering Sirius was dead.

But then, he had finally shown the Wizarding World he wasn't a liar. They could now prepare against Voldemort. Sirius' death would hopefully not be followed by many others, now that everyone's defences were arising. If Harry hadn't been tricked by the evil bastard, they would all still be unaware of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Yet now, there would be no more of being hunted in the dark; no, they would put up a fight against the darkness.

Perhaps it was worth it, because he did end up helping people.

It wasn't like he was exactly helpless here, either…he could do something: he could take a leap of faith.

Just like Luna said.