A/N: Okay, here it is: the second chapter! I thought about stopping it earlier, but then I decided to give you guys a longer chapter like I promised. I'm pretty sure that I'm going to hold off on the full explanation for a little longer (I thought about telling all next chapter), but I think next chapter will be fun. (I think this chapter is fun, too, although completely insane…) If you think I should answer some questions next chapter, tell me in a review. I'll see about answering a few.

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Snape grabbed Draco's arm. "Come on!" he hissed, and Draco found himself being dragged toward the door and down the stairs. Still numb over what had just happened, Draco looked over at his godfather's face and found a carefully smooth expression.

The face of someone who had just killed one for whom they had cared.

Then Snape was shouting to the Death Eaters, and Tom was hissing in Draco's ear, and Draco turned to see Harry Potter running down from the tower top.

"How did he get up there?" Tom hissed.

"His Invisibility Cloak," Draco said dully. "Must've been…"

"His what? He has a what now?! Dammit, Drake, why didn't you tell me—Draco!" Tom ran after the boy and his godfather. "Draco, you have to pass it on! I have to get to Albus' office, and you're headed the wrong way!"

Draco stumbled a moment, then started running on his own strength so he could get some distance away from Snape. "Pass it on to whom?" he demanded in a barely audible whisper as they barreled down another staircase. "Longbottom doesn't know, the Weasleys think I don't know—"

"Ravenclaw," Tom interrupted confidently.

Draco shot him an incredulous look. "The girl's mad!"

"This is one of those times when being crazy is a good thing. Think, Draco," Tom told him impatiently. "We need someone who knows, and who'll listen to me. It's got to be her. Now pass it on to her."

Fortune made the choice for Draco. Not a moment later, he spotted a familiar head of hair by the next flight of stairs down. His hand flew to his throat as he ran up to the person, and in the split second before he rounded the banister, he pressed something round and heavy into her free hand.

She felt something pressed into her hand and heard a voice whisper, "Take it," before the pounding footsteps continued down the stairs and her fingers shaped themselves to clutch the object firmly.

"Hello, Ravenclaw," said a smooth tenor voice. She jumped and opened her mouth to scream, only to have a slim, long-fingered hand pressed against her mouth as its partner pried the mystery object from her hand. "Don't scream," the new person said hurriedly as he fumbled pulling a chain over her head. "Just stay quiet for a moment and listen."

She nodded, quieting as she saw what lay on her chest, bearing the symbol with which she was so familiar. "Now," the youth said, "you need to get to Albus Dumbledore's office. All right? Get me to Albus' office. And remember—no one else can see me, and only a few people can hear me, and then only if I want them to. Go!"

She nodded, turning toward the voice. Her wide eyes found a handsome face set with green eyes and framed with black hair. She raised a hand to touch the face she had only ever seen in pictures, her eyes wide and amazed. Finally she took a step past him, toward the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster's office.

Her foot bumped something on the floor.

Harry had chased Snape and Malfoy halfway across the grounds, the other Death Eaters close on their heels, when from the castle there came a piercing scream of grief and rage, so loud and shrill that it was clearly audible from where Harry stood.

He turned and looked behind him, and saw as he did that many Death Eaters had also stopped to look. For such a long moment that some people turned away and continued running, nothing happened. Then, a small blonde figure burst through the castle doors. Harry had just had time to recognize the girl when her voice, still high and shrill, split the air.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

For a moment, Harry thought he must have misheard—but no, there was the slashing motion that accompanied the cutting spell. Luna's target turned to look, jumped backwards out of the way—

Too slow. The edge of the spell cut almost clean through Greyback's arm. His wand fell from his limp hand.

Luna ran down from the castle, eyes bulging with blatant madness. "Like it?" she shrieked, her wand trained on the werewolf. "My mother taught me that spell!"

Harry looked back at Snape, confused now. Snape looked as bewildered and incredulous as Harry.

Luna kept shouting, apparently unaware of the chaos her words had caused. "She taught me this one too—CRUCIO!"

Whatever she might next have said was drowned out by Greyback's animal howl.

Harry stared at Luna, brain frozen, refusing to comprehend what the girl had just done. Luna walked slowly down from the castle, the madness on her face growing, if anything, the longer the spell went on. Greyback kept screaming long after he should have had to draw breath. His arm, the arm that shouldn't have been able to move, jerked on the ground. His entire body convulsed. When he finally stopped screaming, he seemed incapable of drawing another breath.

And still, Luna kept up the curse.

Harry's head shook in disbelief. He should have been chasing Snape and Malfoy, but they also had seemed incapable of movement since Luna had appeared and started throwing out curses. The other Death Eaters should have moved to stop Luna, to help Greyback—but all of them appeared to be too stunned to do anything. The madness on Luna's face exceeded anything even Voldemort had ever shown—it was understandable for them to be shocked.

Harry looked for some way of stopping Luna; but there were dozens of Death Eaters between them. Even if he moved to stop her, he didn't believe their collective paralysis would extend to letting him go freely among them.

Then no one was going to stop the girl. She had been casting the curse for several minutes without pause, and she would continue to cast it until Greyback died. No one should die that way… Luna should not kill that way…

"EXPELLIARMUS!"

Luna's wand flew out of her hand and high, high into the air. Her eyes, still wide and mad, followed it upward, until the darkness claimed it. Her hand rose to catch it as it started to come down.

"ACCIO!"

Another voice, identical to the first in pitch and cadence, but rougher, more tired, yelled the Summoning Charm. Luna's wand flew from the air toward the castle. Harry looked to the castle and saw two identical red-haired figures running down across the grounds. One of them reached Luna and grabbed her shoulders; the other, who held two wands, trained one on Greyback.

Harry couldn't hear what Fred told Luna; he could barely make out George's voice at all when the twin spoke to Greyback. But he saw that Greyback, still shuddering from the curse, staggered to his feet and snatched up his wand with his good hand before running, breaking the spell over the other Death Eaters and prompting them to run as well; and he saw, by the light spilling from the open castle doors, in the moment before he resumed his earlier task of pursuing Snape and Draco, that the madness had faded from Luna's face, and tears, spilling freely down her face and soaking the collar of her robes, had replaced it.

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