Sorry about the wait, I wrote this ages ago, but wasn't very happy with it, and then Christmas and holidays happened, Plus my sisters wedding is this weekend, so busy. I'm still not happy with this chapter, I think Luna is a tad OOC, But tried my best to write a more mature Luna who still has some of her personality quirks, The next chapter will be better I hope with less of the boring internal monologue and more action. Note this story is clearly AU. I don't own HP I just like playing around with the characters

Chapter 2

10 years later.

Luna chewed her fingernails nervously, 'such an unpleasant habit, yet it was either that or pooling in a quivering mess right here in the street'. There was trouble afoot and she had a unique talent of finding herself right in the middle of it. She had never been able to sit still behind a desk, she had to get out there and do something, research by foot rather than by the book. She sank down, hiding behind a parked car, all the while trying to keep her eyes on the extremely bad man she had followed. Vincent Bramns suspected Death Eater sympathizer had met a cloaked figure outside an abandoned building in the industrial sector. She tried to ignore the shaking legs and the pounding heart. Her investigations into the re-emergence of the Death Eaters had led her here. Heroism hadn't been a large part of her nature as a Ravenclaw, Then again she had never been the typical Ravenclaw. Regardless here she was playing the part of the heroin because there was no-one else to do it and she never had a problem with going simply on faith.

All those years ago in Hogworts she would never have thought this would be how her life would turn out. She had always known she was different from the others, but hadn't imagined that her faith would make her a social pariah. Her attempt to tell Dumbledore's story had not met with approval, and the more she explored the origins of their kind, the more resistance she had got. Aside from the obvious stonewalling, there had been the occasional death threats, she had been fired from her job at the daily Prophet. Things had only gotten worse when she went freelance, it had been hard to make a living. In the end she had no choice but to get a job in a Muggle paper. She guessed she was watched by the ministry on occasion just to make sure she wasn't causing any trouble.

Just by chance, several months ago, her luck began to change and her prayers had been answered. She had overheard a conversation in Daigon Alley between two ministry employees about suspicious behavior. Sensing a story she discovered that there had been sightings of clandestine meetings of known Voldermort sympathizers. She knew this was her chance to do a story that would help the ministry and help her regain her families honor. Maybe even get back her job.

Her targets disappeared inside the building, her stomach lurched nervously in response. She walked quietly across the road and around the side of the building finding an alternate entrance. She tried the handle, 'locked, fiddlesticks'. She took out her wand and cast 'Alohomora', "she heard a click as the door unlocked, she didn't believe that actually worked. 'These men must be very confident that no-one knows about this meeting', she thought smiling to herself. She pulled the black beanie down further over her short pale blond hair and stealthily moved through the door and down a narrow dark hallway. From the faded posters on the wall it seemed this building used to be an old theatre. She passed empty dressing rooms and found herself behind the stage. She crept down under the stage and crawled towards the voices in the hall. 'The acoustics in the hall were wonderful' she thought happily, 'she could hear every word'.

"Have the preparations begun in Berlin?"

"We are almost ready."

"Good, I have further instructions."

"Yes sir."

"There is a Prophesy; The Oracle spoke of the day coming. There will be those who oppose us, the book of the seductress gives them the Key; we must be ready for them, kill any who stumble onto the truth."

"Surely none will be able to oppose her."

"Yet they will try, you must be vigilant, the great one is not forgiving should we make a mistake. This world needs her, her time is coming, she will finally make this world fall to their knees."

"She will prepare the way."

"She is the sword that will strike at our enemies and will prepare the way for a new world order, you must return to Berlin immediately, I am sending more of our brothers to join you, the day of the ritual approaches. I have much to do to make sure our progress is not waylaid."

"Blessed is the throned one."

"Blessed is the Queen of Heaven."

Luna heard the Death Eaters begin to leave and frowned, 'what the blazes was all that about?' She began to crawl back, the dark making it very difficult. She got her hand caught in something and tried to pull it away, trying not to imagine the spiders, bugs or worse that would be lurking in the dark with her. She moved her leg forward her foot hitting metal, there was a dull clunk. Behind her she heard a sharp cry of surprise. 'Opps time to leave' she quickly clambered out from her hiding place and sprinted for the door, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Over there" yelled one of the men.

She dodged a spell, the green light blinded her for a second, and she looked quickly towards the cloaked man who had fired the killing curse. His hood had come off and she recognized the tall blond Death Eaters face. She was quickly out the door and running down the alleyway. She found another door to an adjacent building and before the men rounded the corner she had snuck inside, closing it quietly, then she gathered her thoughts and apparated.

She popped into her small one room apartment and sat in the dark mulling the words over in her mind, 'rituals, Prophesies, The seductress, Berlin, Her, the queen of Heaven??? How very exciting' The ministry was right they were planning something, and soon, and the face of Thorfinn Rowle had confirmed it. 'He probably saw my face too' the dreadful thought slashed through her panicked mind. 'What if he recognized me?'This was over her head; she needed help figuring this out, someone who didn't mind staring at books for hours on end. She could only think of one person who fit that description, but convincing her to help was going to be another matter.