A/N: Don't own anything… wish I would… I would be enjoying a quick vacation to a spa in Japan or any-country-that-is-as-far-away-from-here-as-possible … but no I'm studying for my exam accounting instead…

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Talk

'You look like a zombie! What has happened?' A clearly worried Ginny asked me at breakfast the next Saturday after what had happened on the tower. I shrugged in response, I knew she was right; I hadn't slept nor eaten much since that night so I must have looked dreadful. I didn't care anymore, I felt terrible and I was getting too tired to pretend otherwise. I drank the last of my juice and walked out of the hall, trying to get Ginny to leave me alone. But instead of going to her latest conquest, a boy from Huffelpuf who was eagerly awaiting her, she decided to follow me. I walked faster when I noticed that she was indeed following me.

'You look like you haven't slept in weeks? You're not acting normal Luna; normally you're the talkative one, the happy one.' She said once we were out of the Great Hall.

'Nothing has happened' was all I managed to say with my sore throat. I started walking even faster, but instead of leaving, which I had hoped she would do, she grabbed my arm forcefully and turned me around so I faced her.

'Why aren't you talking to me? You're one of my best friends…' she raised her voice at me, she looked a bit angry but when she saw my tired face she softened 'I'm just…' she sighed 'I'm just worried about you.' In her eyes I saw she meant it.

'I'm sorry Ginny.' I fixed my eyes on the floor, I felt sorry, but knew I couldn't tell her. I didn't even know were to start, since I myself didn't know that much about what was going on.

'I don't understand what is going on, but obviously you don't want to tell me…'

'That's not true' I interrupted her, looking straight into her brown eyes.

'Then why don't you tell me what has made you so sad?!' she exclaimed. I fixed my eyes on a lose tile in the floor, hoping she hadn't seen the tears that were forming in the corner of my eyes.

'I can't…I'm sorry, but I can't, just not yet.' I said, my voice so quiet I didn't even knew if she had heard what I had said. She just sighed in response.

'When you are ready, I'll be here.' She said, giving me a hug. 'Just don't take to long, okay? You have me worried.'

'Thank you' I said while hugging her back.

'I have to get back to Oliver.' She said while already returning to walk to the great hall. 'I'll see you in the library at noon!'

The next weeks went by in a blur. I studied with Neville and Ginny a lot, and occasionally with Thomas, when he didn't have quidditch practice. Unlike Ginny Neville wasn't satisfied with waiting until I was ready to tell him. He kept asking questions and told me that what ever it was he could be trusted and he could handle it. Until one day when we were studying in the library Ginny told him sternly if he didn't keep his mouth shut, she would make sure he would speak in a very high toned voice for the rest of his life. He stopped asking questions after that, but still glanced at me with a worried look on his face now and then.

I knew that I had to go talk with Dumbledore; it would help me a lot. And it's not that I didn't want to talk with him, he just wasn't there. I asked McGonagall every day after Transfiguration if she could arrange a meeting with Professor Dumbledore until she literally lost it.

'Professor Dumbledore has more important business to attend to than to listen to stories or complaints of one of his students.' She yelled at me 'I would expect you to understand since you were present at the events which occurred the end of last term.' She glared at me, still not extremely happy that I had snuck out of school in the middle of the night to fight with convicted Death eaters. 'If the Headmaster returns to the school I will warn him of your wish to meet with him, but for now you will stop asking me or any of the other professor's questions concerning the whereabouts of the headmaster.' She threw me one final glare and stalked out of the classroom.

It was not until two weeks after Halloween that I got news from Dumbledore. At the time I was in the owl tower and was attaching my class notes from the past week onto the leg of an old barn owl. Helena was away with a letter for Lucas, and I didn't even think her little body could handle all the weight. Snape might have changed teaching subject, but that hadn't meant he would give less assignments, it wasn't his 'thing' to give pupils less work.

While I was watching the brown owl fade in the sky above the lake, a chough came from behind me. I turned around to see a green eyed boy watching me closely.

'Hello Harry.' I heard myself say.

'Hello Luna.' he said while walking to Hedwig. The obedient owl stretched out her leg, so Harry could attach his letter to her leg. 'This is for Lupin, okay.' The owl flew just a little bit further and landed beside me on the windowsill. I petted her head and gave her an owl treat, the same thing I did every time I entered the owl tower and she was there. She lovingly, but carefully, bit in my hand, her way to say thank you, and flew of into the darkening sky.

'She likes you.' Harry who had been attentively watching the interaction between me and Hedwig had moved to stand beside me.

'I like her too.' I kept staring into the night sky. We stood there for a while, comfortable enough around each other that nothing had to be said, watching the sun serenely sink into the lake.

'How are you coping?' I asked after a while, not taking my eyes of the lake.

'Fine considering.' I felt him move, and turned around to look straight into sparkling green eyes.

'How about you?' He asked his voice filled with compassion. 'Ginny told me that something was bothering you.' I should have known Ginny would tell the three of them, which meant Hermione and Ronald knew too.

'I'm fine.' I sighed 'Just a bit tired.' I gave him a dreamy smile. 'There must be too many Sleeping Munchkens in the sky; they make everybody tired you know.' He gave me a lazy smile, leaned against the windowsill and looked at the lake again. My eyes drifted to the forbidden forest, I could see a few therestials and was just about to tell Harry but was interrupted by a frightened Ravenclaw first year, who had quietly entered the tower.

'Excuse me, are you Luna Lovegood?' the shaking boy asked. I nodded. 'Professor Dumbledore is looking for you, and he told me to come to you and tell you that if you wanted you could come to his office, his password was 'flying Martians'… or something!'

'I wonder why he's looking for you, I hope nothing has happened.' The boy's eyes widened, when he noticed the famous Harry Potter was in the same room he was.

'Are…are you… Harry Potter?' the boy uttered. Harry nodded.

'You're famous!'

'Well eeuhm yes.' Even in the quite dark room, I could see Harry blush.

'Anyway, I have to go now. There's this bushy haired perfect and it's said that when she catches you in the corridors after hours she punishes you even if it's your first time being caught.' He exclaimed the last, while rolling his eyes. I looked at Harry, and we both started to laugh; there was only one perfect who matched that description. The boy gave us one last strange look before turning and walking away.

'Hermione, the fright of the first years' he gniffled 'I could have known.'

'I don't think she will like to hear that.' I said biting back more giggles.

'No … I don't suppose she will. I can just see her walking the halls like that.'

'Well we better get going before the big bad perfect catches us.' I said remembering a muggle story I had read once. We walked together, still laughing at the boy's comment, until I had to turn to the headmaster's office and he had to return to the Gryffindor common room. We said our goodbyes and parted ways. The ten minute walk to the headmaster's office I started thinking what I was going to say and more importantly ask.

I placed my right hand in my pocket and took my mothers letter in my hands. As I remembered what my mother had written in the letter, I repeated to myself the questions that I had been preparing to ask to Dumbledore. Before I knew it I had arrived at the stone gargoyle. I whispered the password, and the gargoyle sprang aside and I went up the moving staircase until I reached the oak door.

I stretched out my arm to push the door open, but before I had touched the door it flew open. I jumped back and drew my wand in reflex. A furious Snape stood in the doorway.

'Put that wand away Ms Lovegood, before you hurt yourself!' He blew at me, before brushing past me and walking down the stairs.

'Ah Ms Lovegood, please come in.' Still a bit shocked after the angry look Snape had on his face, I carefully entered the room. I saw Dumbledore sitting at his desk, stroking the red golden feathers of Fawkes.

'Sit down Ms Lovegood, Thee?' He asked, while I sat down in the wooden chair.

'No thank you Professor.' I was a bit nervous what he was going to tell me, and I think I would have let the cup slip the instant I touched it. I wanted to start asking him questions, but he cut me off.

'I know why you are here Ms Lovegood.' He looked into my eyes. 'I'm afraid I won't be of much assistance, but I'll guide you as best as I can.'

'My mother' I said, not knowing where to begin. I damned myself, I had rehearsed what I was going to say a million times, but couldn't utter a word when the conversation was actually taking place. I bowed my head and shook it gently trying to remember.

'I knew your mother very well. She was an amazing powerful witch, with an even more powerful will.' I heard Dumbledore state. 'As I hear are you Luna, you are so much like her.'

'She didn't die in an accident' I said very quietly.

'No she wasn't.' Dumbledore sighed. 'Your mother was killed, by death eaters, only a year after you were born.'

'Why' I asked still looking at the floor.

'I believe she had discovered some kind of secret.' He answered me. 'Even though I have a strong memory, it will be best if you see it yourself, even I can forget important details.' I looked up to see Dumbledore walking over to one of the many cupboards that were in the room, and take out a grey bowl. He placed it in front of me and I saw my reflection in the greyish liquid that was in it.

'Can I look inside your memory?' I asked, surprised that I was offered a glance in one of the most brilliant minds of all time.

'Yes.' He simply answered. 'Take your time, I will answer any questions you might have when your back.'

I reached out with my left hand, and as soon as I touched the liquid I felt like I was being catapulted and I landed with my bum on a wooden floor. I looked around me to see that I was in what looked like an office or some sort. The room was painted in a darker shade of green and there were silver accessories standing on different cupboards in the room. I could see Dumbledore sitting in an oak chair obviously awaiting someone as he watching the door. As I turned to the left I saw a slightly younger Dumbledore sitting in a chair, obviously awaiting someone.

I heard a door open, and a woman walking in. I recognized her immediately, it was my mother.

'Albus, I'm glad you came.' She said while walking over to Dumbledore and giving him a kiss on his cheek.

'Good afternoon Ophelia. Why did you want to speak to me?' Dumbledore said, while my mother sat down at the opposite side of the desk.

'I wanted to speak to you about Lily.' I noticed how my mother almost whispered Lily's name. 'There is more than you know to her death than you know.'

'What are you saying?' Dumbledore eyes had gone more serious now.

'I know about the prophecy, we were best friends, we told each other everything.' She sighed. 'But that is not the only reason, Voldemort wanted her death.' She paused, trying to recollect her thoughts it seemed.

'You know we worked together, did research on Voldemorts past and how it was he had become so powerful.'

'Yes I remember that, you were the ones who told me about the Horcruxes.' I remember thinking, what in Merlin's name are they talking about, and made a mental note to ask Dumbledore.

'Well yes, we discovered that rather quickly.' She looked proud at her and Lily's work. 'But we didn't stop there. We searched further and discovered something else.' She paused.

'What did you discover?'

'I can't tell, not yet, my work is not finished. I'm sorry but the reason Lily is dead is because we revealed too much of our work to Sirius.' She bowed her head, obviously sad. 'I can't believe that Sirius would do such a thing. I trusted him, they trusted him.' I saw a silent tear rolling down her cheek and felt as if I could feel the pain she was feeling.

'We all trusted him Ophelia, there is nothing any of us could have done.' Dumbledore said while placing his right hand over her left hand. My mother looked up and looked straight into the eyes of Dumbledore.

'I trust you Albus, but I can not tell you, I'm magically bound.'

'Why are you telling me this then?'

'Because I need you to tell Luna for me, she is the one that can uncover the secrets.' She exclaimed. 'I know I will die, I'm certain of it, they will kill me as they killed Lily and James.'

'You can't…' Dumbledore started to say, but my mother interrupted him.

'No Albus, they will! And I need you to show Luna this conversation when she is 16. She will come to you herself; I wrote her a letter explaining what I could. You most guide her as best as you can. She will need all the help she can get.'

'I will do my best.'

'You must give her something too!' My mother gave a little package to Dumbledore. Dumbledore didn't even glance at it as he puts it in his pocket. 'Don't ask any more questions as I won't be able to answer them.'

'I will do anything in my power to stop them from harming you.' Dumbledore said while rising from his chair. My mother gave him a smile and said;

'Just protect my children, as will I when time comes.'

And without warning I was thrown out of the memory and back in Dumbledore's office. I spaced out for a second before Dumbledore's soothing voice woke me from my trance.

'I understand if you need time to comprehend what your mother said in the memory, we can always make another appointment.'

'No' I stated clearly 'I want to have some answers now. I have been waiting weeks, I can't handle a few more days.'

'I understand, please ask your questions.'

'Okay' I said taking time to recollect my thoughts 'What are Horcurxes? And what kind of prophecy were you talking about, is it the same one that we were fighting the Death Eaters for last year?'

'I'm afraid that is a question I won't be able to answer completely.' He sighed 'your mother and Harry's mother, Lily, discovered that Voldemort had an unhealthy desire to become immortal. He had found a way to do this by putting parts of his soul in other items. This way he couldn't be killed when the part of his soul that was still in Voldemort's body was separated from his body.'

'But that means he's no longer human?' I asked unable to believe that someone would want to split his soul in different pieces.

'You're right, in a sense he is no longer human.' Dumbledore smiled at my shocked expression. 'As for the prophecy, I can not tell you anything. It does not concern you but maybe one day you'll be granted the privilege to know what it says.' He said with his bleu eyes twinkling mischievously.

'What really happened the day my mother was killed?' I asked after considering what my next question would be.

'She got a letter stating that someone from the ministry would be coming with books she requested.' Dumbledore took his half moon spectacles from his nose and sighed. 'It was a trap, when you father arrived at the scene they found an unconscious Lucas cradled in your mothers lap, she was already dead. The dead body of Camille Manners, infamous Death Eater, was found only a few feet away from your mother's body. We assume that she used some kind of protection spell to protect you and your brother. You were unharmed sleeping in your crib, but your brother was hit by a curse.'

'That's the day he lost his ability to speak isn't it?'

'Yes it is.' He smiled sadly

'Why didn't they ever tell us?'

'I think because your father wanted to protect you.' I shrugged, that man was more than just overprotective, he was mental.

'Do you have any more questions?'

'No I don't think so.' I remember thinking very hard, and placing my hands on my forehead rubbing my temples until I remembered something I wanted to ask.'Well yes, the package!'

I looked up to see a small package lying on front of me, still wrapped in the same brownish paper as in the memory.

'Is there anything else?' Dumbledore asked. I shook my head.

'Well then, better be off before now, it's already past curfew.' I stood up and walked to the door. Before I reached it I turned around and said;

'Sir?'

'Yes Luna?'

'Why me' I asked him

'You don't give yourself enough credit Luna. You are a strong witch, one of the strongest I have ever met and I have lived a long satisfying life. Not only are you as smart as Rowena Ravenclaw herself, but you have her kind spirit and will power.' His eyes filled with what I think was proud.

'Thank you Professor.' I said while turning around and walking down the moving staircase, clutching the paper package between my two hands.

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A/N: Another chapter, I'm updating quick her aren't I? Don't get too spoiled though…

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