Chapter 2 - Luna

No one talks to her, she feels so alone.
She's in too much pain to survive on her own.

Luna held her books close to her chest as she walked down the hallway of the dungeons. Her face was half hidden by her long hair, but it didn't stop Cho Chang from spotting her.

"Ohh Loony!" she chimed as she pulled her boyfriend, Harry Potter, over to Luna.

"We're having a party in the room of requirements," Cho started, Luna looked up at her with hopeful eyes. Was Cho finally going to invite her to one of her parties? "And, Harry mentioned that we still needed someone to serve the guests. I immediately thought of you," Cho finished with her charming smile that made most want to cry.

"Oh, sure Cho," Luna said softly as she watched the brunette smirk

"Wonderful, I'll see you there then," Cho said happily as she dragged Harry back to her circle of friends.

The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm wants to give up her life.

Luna sat on her bed with a knife in her hand. She was staring at the silver metal, wondering if it was worth it. Tears were running down her face as she pushed the cool metal into her arms. She hadn't even realized what she'd written on her arm till she pulled the knife away.

Unloved

Drops of blood slid down her arm from the word she'd just written. She jumped when she heard the muggle cell phone go off.

Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way

"Hello?" Luna asks into the cellular device she'd gotten from her father on her birthday.

"Hello Luna, how are you sweetie?" her father's voice asks her. She smiled a real smile for the first time since his last phone call a month ago.

"I'm good, I was invited to a party last night, but I stayed in and studied with a couple of the girls." The lie was easy; she'd had a lot much practice. She couldn't tell her father the truth, that she was a loser that had no friends and was usually the butt end of pranks. She couldn't let him worry about her. She needed Hogwarts to get something of a good career and she knew he would come get her if he knew.

Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out, a hero is made.

As the conversation ended, Luna left the room with a smile. The drugs she'd planed on taking were discarded quickly as she skipped down the stairs only to run into none other then Cho Chang. Her cheerful face immediately fell when she met the angry eyes of the prettiest girl in Ravenclaw.

"Where WERE you?!" she screamed as she punched her across the face. It was only then Luna realized how long she'd been in her room. She glanced at the clock to see that Cho's party must have ended hours ago.

Heroes are made when you make a choice

You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
You could be a hero - you might save a life
You could be a hero - you could join the fight
For what's right, for what's right, for what's right

Harry walked over to his furious girlfriend and tried to put a comforting hand on her shoulder to get her to calm down. Luna was a nice girl and he hated how mean Cho was to her.

"Harry, she ruined me party!" Cho yelled as she glared at the blonde Ravenclaw. "Make her pay for it." Fire burned in Cho's greedy eyes.

"Yeah Harry, show her who the boss is!" Dean yelled as he and the others cheered him on. Harry turned to look at Luna's begging eyes. She was begging him not to, but he had to. It would hurt his image if he had any compassion for the Biggest Looser of Hogwarts. He'd worked so hard to get here, to have Cho as his girlfriend, to be accepted in the "in" crowd. It was almost unbearable, undoable, the thought of beating up another person, a GIRL no less, but he guessed the "almost" was in his sentence for a reason.

"Harry," Cho demanded. Harry closed his eyes as he hit the blonde girl across her face. He felt blood on his knuckles and he heard a chorus of cheers from his friends. He continued to beat her. Each scream that escaped her felt like a stab in his heart.

When he finally got off her, her body was bloody and bruised. He turned from her, unable to see the consequences of what he's done. They all left her there.

None of them knew she would never open her eyes again.