Luna and her father popped into Kings Cross Station in the midst of the morning. As usual, the passengers of the trains stared at them as if they had wrackspurts as heads.

"Hm, ten thirty, is it?" Xenophilius checked his oversized pocketwatch, whose hands spun wildly around the numbers. "We're quite early, dear. I've brought some narve-radishes, though. Shall we find a bench? New research says they keep away the vampires better than garlic. I'm sure you have some yarn in your rucksack."

As they made the necklaces, Luna kept searching for Harry Potter. She was very excited to become friends with him, now, since she practically knew his future. She knew, though, that before she could really tell him anything, she must speak to Albus Dumbledore. Her father thinks he's most wise and our only hope left in the Ministry.

"Luna! Good heavens, look at this Daily Prophet article!" Xenophilius had apparently stopped fashioning the necklaces.

Luna read the headline aloud, "Potter Claims Dementors Attacked," she looked at her father. "I knew this was going to happen, you know."

She pulled out the newest book from her rucksack, and opened to where she left off. It described the entire hearing in great detail.

"Daddy, I think it does know what's going to happen to Harry Potter. And look I meet him tonight! It says-"

"NO!" He shouted, making several people stop and stare the two of them. "Luna, you must NOT read this part until after you meet him. If you say something that changes the ways of time, you could hurt the future."

"Alright, daddy." Luna frowned slightly. "I think it's time to go, isn't it?"

"Ah, yes it is." And on that note they ran through the brick barrier that led them to Platform 9 ¾.

"Goodbye, Daddy! I promise I will write every week. I see Ginny! See you at Christmas!" She gave Xenophilius a hug and kiss, and then ran off to the ginger-haired girl who was getting on the train.

"Hello, Ginny." Luna spoke loudly, for the platform was loud with goodbyes.

"Oh, hi Luna. How was your holiday?" Ginny smiled. "Good, I hope."

"Quite lovely. Very good harvest." She noticed Ginny hid a small grin. "And yours?"

"Good, I practiced quidditch mostly." Ginny became very interested with a tall black Gryffindor boy.

"Who's that?" Luna asked her dreamily.

"Oh! Er…what?" Ginny said, startled.

"That boy you like. Is he in your year?" Luna pressed on.

"Oh, no. He's in Ron's. That's Dean Thomas." Ginny stared at him again, though this time he looked back at her, and they both smiled at each other.

"Should I leave? I see you that you two want to be together." Luna adjusted her rucksack on her back.

"No, no, Luna stay. You're my friend." Ginny smiled, turning away from Dean.

"That's a very nice thing to say, Ginny. Shall we find a compartment?"

They walked off to an empty compartment where they sat and talked the entire ride to Hogwarts. Dean stopped in once, and asked if Ginny would like to go with him to Honeydukes sometime. She obviously agreed, and even after he left, her eyes were still twinkling with love.

After a long period of silence, Luna spoke up, "Would you like a narve-radish necklace? Daddy and I just made them. The fresher they are, the better they repel vampires."

"Uh, no thanks Luna. Maybe next time." Ginny was visible uncomfortable, so Luna changed the subject.

"You know Harry Potter, don't you?" She asked in a dreamy tone.

"Well, yes. He and Ron are best friends. My father brought him to his hearing a couple days ago." Ginny said.

"Oh yes, I knew that." Luna's eyes grew wide at that, knowing she almost blew the secret. "I mean, that…erm, my father wrote about it in the Quibbler. Yes…strong words, he used."

"Oh." Was all Ginny replied with, and the train stopped on that note.

Luna and Ginny walked out to the carriages, where they met up with Dean Thomas again. Dean invited Ginny to walk with him, and they both left Luna on the Hogsmeade platform. Luna, though, was used to being alone, and almost preferred it. She believed that if you are alone, you have no one to impress or to be embarrassed in front of. If you are alone, you have no worries, or threats.

Luna then came across a carriage, possible the last empty one. Before getting into it, she went up to the strange looking horses, chained to it. They were skeletal, and quite different than anything considered normal. She grew quite fond of them since her second year, since they made her feel closer to her mother, who unfortunately died.

She got in and pulled out the latest issue of the Quibbler and began reading her father's suspicions of Crouch in his article, "Secrets of the Ancient Runes Revealed" which had some of Luna's work in it, for she took Ancient Runes the previous year.

Just then, she heard voices approaching her carriage. By the sounds and tone, she could distinguish Hermione Granger, who was quite rude to her in the past.

"What are they?" A boy's voice spoke, and Luna assumed he was talking about the thestrals.

"You're not going mad." She didn't look up from her magazine. "I can see them too. You're just as sane as I am."

No one dared to say anything back, and they got on the carriage. Luna recognized all of the new comers. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter, all in the year above her. The thestrals began pulling the carriage on the track up to the school, and a lingering awkward silence hung between the five of them

"Everyone this is Looney Lo-" Hermione started, then corrected herself, "Luna Lovegood."

The name didn't bother Luna, as everyone thought it did. She actually enjoyed being different and eccentric. Hermione though, wasn't in a position to call names, as most of the school called her 'Stranger Granger' at her obscure know-it-all attitude.

"That's an interesting necklace." Hermione tried to spark conversation once again.

"It's a charm actually. Keeps away the nargles." Luna said proudly, then added after another silence, "Hungry, hope there's pudding."

She then heard Ron whisper, "Whats a nargle?"