A/N: Remember that Luna is a year younger than the trio, so the battle at Hogwarts in the seventh year was her sixth year. In this she is eighteen which means that the trio is nineteen. Just a quick heads up!

Chapter 2

Nightmare

"What happened to her?" Luna screamed. Xenophilius Lovegood closed his eyes and shook his head. "I have the right to know!" she said even louder. He walked out of the room with Luna tromping behind him angry as ever. "It probably doesn't matter now anyway, she's dead and so is Voldemort!" he shook his head again and flinched at his name.

"Luna, everything matters...but that was not what you think...," he said calmly.

"Then what was it?" she asked crossing her arms.

Her father had lied to her, kept a secret from her and now all he can say is that was not what you think.

"It was a dream," Luna was shocked.

She wiped her tears from her eyes and asked, "Don't you mean a nightmare?" Xenophilius nodded.

"I wanted to get rid of it as soon as I could, but I guess it still came back to me," he said, and no matter how hard Luna tried, she could not see him lying. "Luna I want you to promise me something," she nodded, "Don't ever go near that Pensive again!" she nodded once more crossing her fingers behind her back. There was so much more she wanted to see, and a little accidental viewing of a dream would not stop her from that. Her father walked away into his study muttering something to himself. Luna skipped off upstairs; she had some business to attend too.

She pushed the lock out of her way and threw the door open. She grabbed her travel cloak, some Muggle clothing (a sundress, jeans, and a polo shirt), her wand, some water, food, a sleeping bag, and her Nimbus from the closet. Her broomstick was old but she made it work, it was a little splintery in the back and rough everywhere else, but it had sentimental value and it did the job right without any fancy help from a Firebolt. She charmed a small handbag to hold her clothing and wand then stowed it in her coat pocket.

"Xenophilius, I'm going out!" she called down the stairs, and got a loud, 'MMMHMM' back.

She mounted her broom and started towards her window, "This ought to be fun!" she said, she had never jumped out a window before but she was willing to try. She backed up to her door, and then with a running start, soared out the window. She dropped a few feet, her pale hair and shiny robes billowing upwards as she descended, but quickly blowing behind her as Luna speed off in her desired direction, anywhere away from her father.

Though he wasn't lying about that particular memory being a dream, Luna did not trust him any longer. She knew that dreams or nightmares came from what he or she was thinking about the previous day, and just knowing that made her wonder...

Her destination was nowhere near her home; she slowed her broom and started to take in the sunset. "How beautiful," she said.

As the sun disappeared beneath the mountains, the night grew cold. She drew a small water bottle out of her handbag slung over her broom and took a drink of water. She surveyed the land below her mellow broomstick, looking for a place to land and stay the night. She looked for a familiar house, Grimmauld place, Shell Cottage, or the Burrow, what she really needed was her old friends Hermione and Harry, but no telling where Harry disappeared to after the Voldemort catastrophe two years ago.

Luna did not recognize the area one bit, she saw a large important looking mansion and decided to try there.

After landing, she stowed her broom in her handbag, and slipped on her hood. She didn't want to scare any Muggles by walking into a locked house like an invited guest, especially not at this hour. Knocking on their door Luna felt a pang of familiarity, the snake engraved on the door, it all seemed so familiar. She didn't know what or who to expect but one thing was for certain...

Draco Malfoy was not the person she wanted to open the door!

Malfoy messed with his hair before looking to see who it was, his black circled eyes bugged at the sight of a pale haired, eclectic girl at his doorstep.

"Loony Lovegood? What are you doing here?"

Luna froze in her place; she couldn't move and couldn't talk. "Ummm..." she said just making herself look even stupider in front of a Malfoy.

"Quit you babbling what you want?" he said leaning on the doorframe expecting this conversation to take longer than he would like.

"It's a long story," Luna started, "But I need a place to stay." Malfoy laughed.

"Why, you run away from home?" he laughed at his sarcasm and was immediately silenced by Luna's nodding head.

As if invited Luna walked into Malfoy Manner without a second thought. She began pulling out various items from her handbag, a pillow that had been left in since Christmas, her broom, the sleeping bag, and a pair of Muggle Pajamas.

Draco closed the door, dumfounded by Lunas attempt to make herself at home.

"We have a guest room, no need for any of that, but it's occupied at the moment and I don't suspect we shall be taking in lost and loony wizards or witches so goodbye!" he said.

"Occupied, by whom may I ask?" asked Luna in the middle of taking down her hood.

"No you may not ask, and you may not stay." Draco started to get angry. "Now can you leave!" he shouted.

Draco's shout woke up his mother, Narcissia Malfoy. She came down the stairs in a silk bathrobe.

"Draco dearest, what is all this commotion?" she asked voice filled with concern.

Malfoy pointed to Luna who waved as her sleeping bag set itself out. Narcissia just about said Oh my, a lunatic! however, stopped herself when she remembered her manners, which were few.

"Oh, Luna...what a pleasant and unexpected surprise." she said.

Luna smiled back at her as she set her pillow on her sleeping bag.

"Oh you don't have to set up in the family room," said Narcissia, not caring about Luna's comfort but more that she didn't want her DNA all over her newly cleaned carpet. "You can stay in the guest room; it will be more comfortable in there."

Luna cocked her head confusedly, "Draco said it was occupied..." Malfoy closed his eyes, wishing she would not call him 'Draco' as if they were on First Name Terms.

"Oh well... it is." Narcissia said grabbing all of Luna's things as fast as possible, "We can make this work," she nodded her head angrily at her son, motioning for him to get Luna's broom off her wall. Malfoy rushed over to her broom and swiped it off the wall, then sending it off with a wave of his wand.

Narcissia started up the stairs holding the pillow and sleeping bag, leaving Luna with her handbag. Luna skipped upstairs after her. Malfoy yawned and went off back to his room on the first floor, stopping when Narcissia grabbed his ear and dragged him halfway up the stairs by his ear, "Be her little helper, make sure she doesn't break or touch anything important, and pretend to be nice to her, help her...or else!"

She shoved Luna's things into his arms and he slumped off to show Luna the guest room. Narcissia ran off to her own room.

Luna stopped confusedly in front of a locked door, thinking it was the guest room; Malfoy pulled her away and set her in front of the right door, "Don't touch anything, and if you need anything...just ask...Blah...Blah..." he yawned and opened the door, Luna gasped when she saw a small goblin sitting in the corner.

"Is that...A GOBLIN?" she screamed running towards it and hugging it. "I love him! Can I have him?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Sure...keep him, I don't care, just get him out of here!"

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He yawned then walked out of the room, leaving Luna's things on the floor. Annoyed as heck, he walked down the stairs. If he hadn't lost his stupid house elf to Harry Potter, he would be sound asleep in his bed, Luna would be snuggling with Dobby, and he wouldn't have to be waiting on that freak.