Chapter One: The Death of the First

The moonlight shone through the un-curtained windows of Brambly Cottage. It was a small, Georgian house; plain and lonely. A dying ivy plant, trailed up the Southern wall and patterns of trees, shadowed the pathway up to the front door.

The only noises that could be heard were the gentle hoot of an owl and the soft rumble of traffic on a nearby road. The sound of tiny feet rustling through the nearby undergrowth passed by the house and a gentle gust of wind blew the trees.

A fox trotted past the door. It paused momentarily and its ears pricked backwards. Sensing movement, he dashed for his hiding place in a nearby pile of compost.

The front door creaked gently and for a moment, it rested slightly ajar. A young girl then poked her head around the frame, as she checked the perimeter.

She had a well-built frame, her skin was not short of flesh but she was thin. Her eyes were large and silver, like the moon. Her hair fell past her waist in long locks of dirty-blonde hair. She wore black trousers, a two-layered T-shirt and behind her ear, rested a wand.

She pulled the rest of her body around the door and closed it gently, making sure not to make a single sound with her hands or feet. She began to step forward, taking a large stride over a twig, so not to disturb it.

The girl continued to walk down the pathway, still not even breathing hard, in case of making noise enough to wake anyone nearby. She wasn't to be out at this hour and she would pay dearly when her father realised that she had organised a rendezvous, with a certain person; but it had to be done.

The pleasant song of a blackbird began to start, as the first sign of morning slipped into the sky above her and she continued to walk down a narrow lane. Her feet kicked at loose tarmac and dirt as she walked towards on-coming traffic.

She found herself at the gate to a very large field. A wide semicircle of trees blocked her view from anything that was past the bank. She took the wand from behind her ear and gently tapped the gate. As she passed through, she tapped it a second time and then put the wand into a new home, her pocket.

She began to stride across the field at a steady pace. Her eyes flickered about as she looked for any sign of another human being. The sun shone brightly now, as seven in the morning had arrived and passed.

As the trees became closer into view, the girl began to look about for someone more frequently. Her eyes danced with the flicks of light and every shadow that a flying bird cast with its wings. She paused and waited quietly for a moment, resting her legs on a fallen tree before she continued on her way.

There were not many trees for her to walk through. The summer made the small forest look deceiving, as the trees were all rich with emerald green leaves and elder flower blossom. She passed a tiny stream; water ran pure and clear.

As she reached her final destination, she smiled briefly. The house she had arrived at looked as though it had been added to over the years. Several storeys of brickwork were held up by a magical source. In the garden, chickens ran about freely, waiting for their breakfast of corn and somewhere, rustling in the undergrowth, was the grunting of gnomes.

She walked up the path to the front door and knocked on the wooden beams gently. A tiny blood-red butterfly passed her by, as locks on the door began to rattle. She smiled and waited for her usual welcome.

The smile on the girl's face instantly turned upside down. 'Mrs Weasley,' she began in quiet and fluent English. 'What's wrong?'

'Luna, dear,' her face was red with warm blood and her eyes were watery. 'I think it best if you go back on home. Does your father know you have left this time?'

'No,' Luna replied simply. 'Mrs Weasley—please …' she began, 'I really need to speak to Ginny,' her eyebrows joined into each other and she pouted slightly.

'Very well—but emotions are running extremely low here today,' she moved out of the doorframe so that Luna could step inside. 'Don't go through the sitting room. Ginny is upstairs.'

Luna nodded, as she passed Mrs Weasley, who instantly shut and bolted the door again. Luna found these actions strange. The house was full of magical light. Not a single curtain was open to allow the summer light inside and the house seemed blocked from the rest of the world.

'Luna,' a weak voice called from the top of the first flight of stairs. A hand beckoned her to hurry and Luna did as she was told.

The girl who had called her, quickly escorted her into her bedroom. She stood beside the window; black drapes falling from the rusty pole. The girl was slightly taller than Luna was; auburn hair fell onto her shoulders and dark eyes glistened with pain.

'Ginny,' Luna began unsurely.

She was interrupted. 'You shouldn't have come. Didn't you get my owl?' Ginny replied nervously. 'I sent her last night,' her voice was panicky.

'No,' Luna shook her head and her eyes focussed with puzzlement. 'Ginny. What is going on? I've never known your house to be so,' she searched for a word, 'dreary.'

'Charlie came home from Romania,' Ginny whispered, as if someone may be listening.

'Well, that's good. Isn't it?' Luna replied with enthusiasm.

Ginny shook her head. 'It should be,' Luna could tell that there was going to be a dreaded but. 'But,' there it was, 'ever since he has been back—he's been terrible,' she said sadly.

'What do you mean?' Luna asked, with her head slightly lowered to one side. 'Do you mean he has been horrible to you and the rest of the family?' she questioned.

Ginny looked slightly shocked about that thought. 'Of course not!' she exclaimed and her voice was higher than usual. 'I mean,' she paused. 'He's been really ill.'

'Ginny,' a voice moaned and Luna turned around so that she could see who had spoken. She was pretty sure that she knew who it had been though.

Standing in the frame of the door; with his arms pressed against each side of the wooden frame, his blue eyes scanning Luna curiously and his long red-fringe brushed behind his ear— matted with sweat— was Ron Weasley.

'You're feeling better, Ron?' Ginny asked nervously.

'Yeah,' he took in a deep breath and his focus was turned back to Luna. 'You shouldn't have come here. Do you not know what's happening to us?'

Luna shook her head defensively. 'No.'

'I'll speak,' Ginny said quickly and Ron stumbled onto her bed. 'Close the door, Lu,' she added quickly.

Luna did as she was told and closed the door. She walked across to the bed where Ron was sitting but he pushed her away slightly and pointed to the other end. She moved obligingly, seating herself away from the male Weasley and her best friend.

'Surely you have heard of the muggles that are dying?' Ginny said to her and Luna lowered her eyes. 'You haven't,' Ginny paused. 'Father of course heard from the ministry. They all think that people are dying from a serious case of bird flu. We wizards all originally thought they were catching Warlocks Wheezes,' Ginny continued.

'Because as time goes on, muggles do become more aware of magic?' Luna questioned rather than stated.

'Exactly,' Ginny answered. 'Well—they sent a couple of witches around to the hospital nearby. They gave the muggles the treatment but it seemed that they didn't have Wizards Wheezes. It's weird though. They had all the symptoms. High fever,' she began to count on her fingers. 'A chesty cough. Sore throat, basically a bad cold,' Luna nodded to show that she understood. 'But then more things started to happen,' Ginny's eyebrows joined as she spoke. 'A hate of light. A swelling stomach and then terrible noises coming from within.'

'Sounds painful,' Luna said sadly.

Ron mumbled. 'It is.'

'Then—they began to die,' Ginny stated and Luna suddenly turned to face Ron, her eyes shining with terror. 'We thought that it must have just been some muggle disease—it wasn't affecting us—perhaps, we thought, that it was the same illness just effecting them worse than us,' Luna nodded again. 'Then the Diggory's got it,' she said sadly.

'Both of them were dead within the week,' Ron added bluntly.

Luna's eyes bulged. 'That's, that's awful,' she stammered. 'How come nobody knows?' she asked with shock in her voice.

Ginny answered. 'The ministry's hushed it up. Dad always tells us everything,' she smiled. 'We have to talk about something at the dinner table,' she waited a moment. 'Others have been getting it to. Most die but some survive.'

Luna looked at Ron briefly, care shone in her eyes and he looked away. Ginny stood up and walked over to the window. She pulled back the curtain slightly, just enough to make out the sun.

'Charlie,' Ginny whimpered and the small strip of light faded as Ginny closed the curtains again. 'He won't last the night,' her voice croaked. 'Which is why you have to leave now. Nobody knows how the illness spreads and we can't risk you getting it,' she finished.

Ron raised his hand. 'Why were you here in the first place, Luba,' he mispronounced her name because of a sniff. 'I mean—in the first place. You know what happened last time,' he added.

'I,' she began, her cheeks tingeing slightly. 'I wanted to know if you were all right but the owls weren't reaching me,' she started. 'We arranged before for me to come on this date, even though things happened in the mean time.'

Ron smiled weakly. 'You have to go now.'

Luna nodded and turned back to Ginny. 'Ginny—I will send Sumer with a letter tonight,' there was no reply and Luna repeated herself, 'Ginny?'

Ginny raised her head slightly and she appeared to be staring at something. Luna turned around to see an older man standing in the room. He was so quiet that he seemed not to be there at all.

'Mr Weasley,' Luna exclaimed. 'It's so very nice to see you again,' she smiled her usual airy grin.

He spoke quickly. 'How long have you been here?' his eyes were tired and his voice dry.

'Umm,' she began, bewildered by the question. 'About twenty-five minutes,' she stated with a confused smile.

'Sorry, Luna,' he said grimly. 'I can't let you leave,' all three of the teenagers looked at him, asking for an explanation with their eyes. 'The ministry has said that anyone that comes into contact with someone who has the illness, for longer than ten minutes, must stay within that area and not come into contact with anyone else—within reason,' he finished.

'I—fathers going to kill me,' she sighed.

'Sorry, Luna,' he muttered and faced them one last time. 'I shall inform your father. We can't cure the illness yet but we can try and contain it,' he added.

Ron's temper rose. 'Oh,' he began sarcastically. 'You think that the muggles will do the same?'

'No, Ron—I don't,' he said, 'but if you hadn't have been in this very room—I may have overlooked Luna's presence here,' he informed his son.

Ron blushed. 'Sure you would.'

'Ginny,' Mr Weasley said, as he stepped over one of Ginny's boxes on her floor, 'perhaps you would like to make some room for Luna in here—I'll arrange a bed later,' he added.

Ginny nodded. 'Yes, dad.'

Mr Weasley closed the door behind him as he passed away from the room. Ginny looked across at Luna, who in return stared at Ron, who was attempting to make his feet seem interesting. Nobody could think of what should be said.

'I'm sorry, Luna,' he mumbled. 'You might be on your way home if I hadn't been so nosy,' he added. 'I just wanted to know who was here—I should have guessed.'

'Don't worry about it, Ronald,' she smiled slightly and tried to lighten the mood. 'Let's face it. It's you that has to put up with me until this mess is over!' she giggled.

Ron lowered his head. 'Call me Ron, Luna,' was all that he could say.

Ron stood up and looked across at his sister. He allowed one of his cheeks to puff slightly before leaving the room and closing the door behind him firmly.

For three or four minutes, the two girls waited in silence. Ginny began to pick up objects from the floor and arrange them on shelves. A small book began to hover above her head and she smiled briefly.

Ginny snatched the book from the air with a smile. 'Don't bother, Luna—Dad wants us to start doing things the muggle way,' she mimicked her father's actions.

'Why?' Luna asked curiously.

'I don't know,' Ginny snapped slightly and then tried a smile. 'That's what Ron asked,' she couldn't help a snigger. 'Dad wasn't too happy about that!'

Luna smiled again. 'When do you think Ron will move out?' Luna asked out of thin air. 'I mean—I'd hate to see him go. Your house seems so quiet without all the family.'

'Yeah,' Ginny sighed, as she lifted up a photo frame that had fallen over. The picture showed the whole Weasley family. 'You took this, last year. Do you remember?'

Luna looked at the picture as Ginny adjusted it slightly. 'At the party last year? Yes—I've never seen so many Weasley's in one place before,' she added.

'I think that was the happiest our family had been for a long time—remember mum wanted Harry to join us for the picture but he wouldn't hear of it,' she laughed.

'Yeah—and when Hermione tried to make him, he ran into the trees at the bottom of the garden,' Luna added with an extra loud snort.

'And then all the gnomes came running out in fright,' they spoke in unison, ending in more laughter.

'Luna. I'm so sorry that you are stuck here,' Ginny said trutherly. 'But—I'm glad you are,' she added and Luna nodded understandingly.

Luna sat silently as Ginny continued to put away her belongings. She watched as clothes were roughly folded and placed into draws, books were lazily piled on shelves and odd bits and bobs were thrown messily into her trunk.

'Well,' Ginny stood back with her hands on her hips so that she could admire her work. 'I think I've done quite well—don't you?'

Luna nodded. 'Defiantly. It looks like there is a lot more space now,' she stated.

'Right,' Ginny appeared to look a lot more clam and happy now. 'Maybe we should go down to the kitchen?' she suggested. 'Dad may want to speak to you.'

'Okay,' Luna answered. 'I hope father isn't too mad with me.'

Ginny led the way down the stairs but she came to a halt as she reached the bottom. Luna's eyes followed in the direction that Ginny had turned and her friend quickly dashed forward to close the curtains.

'Leave it, Ginny,' her mother spoke and she stopped as quickly as she had started. Luna tried not to make eye contact. 'Charlie's asked to see the sun,' she put her hand on her head and started to sob.

'The woes of Mrs Weasley,' Luna mumbled sadly.

Ginny quickly tugged on Luna's arm and led her through to the kitchen. Mr Weasley was sitting at the table above a large pile of paperwork, which was being filled in with a magical quill and Ron was drinking at the sink.

'Ah. There you are, you two,' Mr Weasley rubbed his forehead slightly. 'Your father sent me back with your trunk, Luna,' he pointed over by the back door. 'He also said that he doesn't want to see you ever again—but I wouldn't worry, I think he was just a bit upset and worried,' Ginny raised her eyebrow. 'A lot worried. I said that you would send him an owl but he seems to think that germs can be spread by post,' Mr Weasley finished.

'Oh, yes,' Luna began and Ron turned to watch. 'A couple of months ago, someone sent us in an article for The Quibbler,' she began. 'It said that the germs known as,' she tried to remember a word, 'Papilio Nosis, cling themselves to things to travel. The most intelligent germs on the planet,' she finished.

Mr Weasley didn't appear to be very interested. 'Fascinating,' he answered. 'Now—if you don't mind, I have a lot of work to do."

'Sorry, Dad,' Ginny mumbled and walked towards the back door. 'Is it okay if we go sit outside for a while?' she asked hopefully.

'I don't see why not—how much more damage can be made in one day?' he snorted slightly.

'Thanks, Dad,' she quickly ushered Luna with her hand.

Ron placed his cup on the counter firmly. 'I'll come with you,' he said quickly and the two girls nodded.

Mr Weasley clicked his fingers and pointed towards Ron. 'Wait a minute you,' he said. 'How are you feeling?'

'Fine,' Ron replied. 'I survived,' he rolled his eyes and Ginny and Luna both giggled.

'Right then,' Mr Weasley nodded and turned back towards his work.

The three young people left the house and as the light hit Ron's face, he flinched slightly. He raised his hand and then lowered it again, smiling at his freedom.

'Let's go sit by the apple tree,' Ginny suggested. 'It's more shaded there,' she added.

Ron nodded and began to lead the way to the back of the garden. Luna watched as two butterflies flew past, courting.

'At least it is Sunday,' Luna said.

Luna sat down under the tree and crossed her legs slightly. Ginny too, fell to the ground—her legs spread in front of her. Ron however, lay down completely, rolling on his side so that he could see his sister and Luna.

'What do you mean,' Ron asked her.

'Well,' Luna began to answer. 'It's Sunday,' she stated what he already knew, "which means it is the end of the week. Things can only get better—right?'

'I do hope so,' Ginny sighed.

'They have to,' Ron agreed.

Ginny scuffed her feet across the lush green grass and Luna began to pick at daisy stems, so that she could construct a necklace. Ron watched her interestedly and Ginny laughed when she noticed.

'What's wrong?' Luna asked, slightly taken aback.

Ron answered before Ginny could speak. 'Don't you think that you are a bit old to make daisy chains?' he asked foolishly. 'Not that I don't like it,' he added quickly.

'You are never too old to create beauty,' she turned back to the ground in search of more daisies.

Ron shot his sister a quick glance but all she could do was shrug and suppress a giggle. For almost an hour, the trio sat under the apple tree and almost forgot that there were any troubles at all. Everything was so peaceful and radiant.

Luna's stomach gurgled slightly and she blushed. 'I haven't eaten all day!' she exclaimed.

Ginny smiled. 'Let's go in and get some early tea then—at the moment, we don't get anything unless we do it ourselves.'

Ron nodded as he stretched up. 'Back to the kitchen then—my favourite place to be!'

Luna grinned as Ron spoke and she also stood up, closely followed by Ginny who seemed to be scheming something.

'Oh,' she sighed dramatically. 'I just remembered that I left something by the swing chair,' she said quickly.

'What?' Ron asked, 'I'll go get it for you.'

'My diary,' she said unhappily. 'No. No,' she stuttered, 'I couldn't risk you seeing it.'

She began to run off to the other end of the garden before he could complain. Ron shouted after her. 'Ginny!'

'Take Luna back to the kitchen, Ron. I won't be a minute,' as she fell out of Luna's view, her ears raised slightly to show that she was smiling.

'Okay then,' Ron muttered.

Luna followed Ron back to the house and he courteously opened the door for her, she smiled and walked through—missing his rolling eyes.

As they entered the kitchen, Mrs Weasley was sitting at the table, crying, with her head buried in her arms. Mr Weasley was attempting to comfort her but on seeing his son, he looked across at them. He grimaced and then shook his head. Sadness filled Ron's eyes and Luna clasped her hand over her mouth.

Mr Weasley made no effort to stop his son going into the living room, nor the closely following Luna. Ron opened the door wide enough to see the horrors inside the room, not knowing that Luna had followed him inside.

'Huh,' she breathed in with shock. 'Oh, they haven't covered him,' she spoke suddenly and vehemently.

Lying on the couch, as though he was still alive, was Charlie Weasley. There was very little colour in his cheeks but still, there was some. One of his arms had brushed to the floor when it had fallen from his side and his eyes were partly closed.

Ron, in an attempt to comfort Luna and bring some respect back to his older brother, stood forward and went to cover him with the blanket that was thrown over the back of the multi-coloured couch.

'Luna—maybe you should go tell, Ginny,' his throat was croaky but sustained.

She took a step back and began to leave. 'Yes,' she repeated herself. 'Yes, I'll do that.'

She found herself only semi-concentrating, as she walked back through the kitchen. She tripped over her trunk slightly, as it had not been moved and she left the sounds of the sobbing Mrs Weasley behind her.

She began to walk across the garden in the direction that Ginny had ventured. She passed two beds full of summer flowers; all attracting summer insects—mainly pale green and blue butterflies.

As she reached the bottom of the garden, a large swing chair came into view. Ginny leaped up from the seat and stuffed a small book into her pocket.

'Oh!' she stated. 'I didn't think you would miss me for a minute or two,' the porcelain smile on the girls face dropped slightly, as she took a close look at Luna. 'What on earth is wrong?'

'He's gone,' she mumbled.

Ginny looked taken aback. 'Who, Ron?' she asked. 'I don't see him just leaving you.'

Luna shook her head so that a strand of blonde hair fell in front of her eyes. 'No, Gin,' she replied remorsefully, 'it's, Charlie,' she said quietly.

The same pain crossed Ginny's face that she had seen on Ron's. Her eyes filled with shock and then she let out a short whine. 'It was coming,' she cried sadly. 'We all knew it,' Ginny added.

Luna noticed that Ginny wasn't taking it as well as Ron had. 'I'm so sorry,' she stammered and sat with her friend—trying to comfort her kindly.

'It's not fair,' Ginny moaned. 'Ron survived it but he didn't,' she wiped her face slightly, a short grieving process.

'Do you wish that Ron had died?' Luna asked, misreading her comment.

'No,' Ginny's voice trembled. 'Luna. I'm terrified you have come here to meet your death,' she now appeared to be more worried about Luna than the death of her brother.

'Why would you think that?' Luna asked curiously.

'Ron and Charlie are not the only ones,' she muttered and the swing chair began to rock slightly making, Luna feel a bit giddy. 'Mother has it too,' she paused. 'I'm sure of it.'

Luna did not know how to reply and so she remained silently sitting beside Ginny. Each of them appeared to be lost in her own thoughts. Time began to become lost and Luna no longer felt the urge to eat.

The sun began to fade into the lower sky, as the warm summer day came to an end. A cool breeze made Luna sit up from her curled and defensive position. Ginny had fallen asleep and a figure was rapidly approaching them.

'Are you two alright?' the man asked them. He had neat, slicked-back hair, glasses and was wearing a smart wizard's uniform.

Ginny stirred at the noise and looked up. 'Percy?' she questioned; her eyes still sleepy and sad.

'Yep, little sister,' he smiled. 'Father told me not to come but it looks like you all need some help around here,' he nodded a greeting to Luna, who seemed quite frightened of Percy.

'It's very late and you two need to be inside now,' he allowed them a minute to stretch their legs, before ushering them forward.

Percy led the way; his legs taking long strides as Luna followed and Ginny trotted behind. Neither of them spoke because of the risk of upsetting each other. It wasn't unusual for Luna to remain quiet but it was for the usually outgoing Ginny.

As they reached the kitchen, they could see through a crack in the curtains— where light was shining through— that Ron was the only one who had remained in the kitchen.

Percy was the first to go back into the house. He raised his eyebrow curiously at Ron. Ginny shut the door as Luna walked inside and peered around. Ron had a spell book in one hand and his wand, in the other.

'Where are Mum and Dad?' Ginny asked gently.

'They've gone to sort things out,' Percy said reassuringly

'Oh,' she replied feebly. 'I guess they had to.'

Luna startled Ginny slightly. 'Do you want me to do it?' she seemed to be watching Ron now, trying hard not to laugh at his efforts.

'Do what?' Ginny asked.

'Cook—he doesn't seem to be very good at it,' Luna pointed out as Ron blushed. He stared at the pile of raw potatoes in front of himself.

'What do you expect—he's used to everything being served to him on a plate,' Percy snorted.

Ron hissed. 'You're the guest, Luna. I'm sure Percy would be obliging,' his words were stiff.

Luna spoke favourably. 'Oh. I like cooking though—it's very simple,' she added.

'Fine then,' Ron said, stropping slightly. 'Be my guest,' he held his arm out slightly and offered her the book.

She didn't seem to notice the tone in his voice. 'Okay,' she smiled happily.

Luna began to poke at the bowl where some of the potato that had gone wrong was in, with her wand. The food vanished and Ron's eyes filled with terror. Ginny noticed the look on his face and nudged him, sending his thoughts away with a glare of her eyes.

Luna then allowed the bowl to fill itself with a strange, lumpy-brown substance. It smelt spicy and full of tomato. The potato then re-appeared—fully prepared— on the top and the large dish floated into the oven.

'Done,' she said. 'I told you it was simple,' she told Ron. 'But at least you tried.'

Ginny turned to Luna and Ron glared at her. 'Nice one, Luna. Perhaps we won't starve now!' she joked.

'When will it be done?' Ron asked.

'In about seven minutes,' Luna replied airily.

Percy nodded his head. 'It's just the four of us then.'

'Unfortunately,' Ginny sighed downheartedly.

Ron got some cutlery and magically set out the table for four people. He looked slightly nerved that both Ginny and Luna were staring at him.

'At least he can do something right,' Ginny whispered into Luna's ear and she burst out with laughter.

After another couple of minutes, Percy pulled the large pie out of the oven and began to dish it out into the four bowls around the table. He then put the large bowl into the sink and sat down at one of the places.

Ron sat beside his older brother; Ginny left a gap between herself and Ron, acknowledging Luna to sit in the place.

Ron looked totally annoyed with the seating arrangements and began to poke at the food with his fork. 'What is this?' he asked doubtfully.

Luna giggled. 'Food,'" she glared slightly. 'It's not poison you know.'

Percy spoke after he swallowed loudly. 'It's not half bad,' he concluded.

They sat in silence for the remainder of the meal. Occasionally, one of them would drop a small comment about the day's events but none of them really wanted to speak about it. Percy dropped his knife and fork neatly into his dish and looked across at Luna to speak to her.

'There's a bed for you in Ginny's room,' he began. 'Father took your trunk up before they left. I suggest that all of you take a good nights sleep and try not to think about what has happened today,' he added.

Ginny nodded. 'Yes, Percy. Come on, Lu. Night, Ron,' she finished.

'Good night,' Luna spoke and followed the now-leaving Ginny.

Luna found herself directed into a bathroom so that she could change. She waited for Ginny to return to her with some pajamas from her trunk.

'I hope these are okay,' Ginny looked at her, slightly unsure. 'They were lying on the top.'

Luna nodded and Ginny left. She closed the door and changed into the Crumple-Horned Snorcak pajamas, with a weak smile on her face.

She walked back across the hallway and knocked on Ginny's door. After a moment or two, the door opened and Ginny allowed her back in. She was wearing a large Chudley Cannons T-shirt.

'It was Ron's,' Ginny mumbled with a blush and Luna smiled.

The bed that had been made up for Luna, was nothing more than a mattress wrapped in blankets but when Luna laid herself on it, she felt the comfort swell into her bones.

She closed her eyes slightly and Ginny spoke. 'Night, Luna.'

'Good night, Ginny,' her eyes were heavy with sleep. 'Don't let the bed bugs bite.' It took Luna less than seven quiet minutes, to drift off into a deep sleep.