WARNING: This chapter has a point of gory imagery. If you don't want to see it but still want to read the chapter, skip the italics.

I might change this to an M rating if more scenes like this come to mind, but we'll see where these things go.

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(Luna's POV)

Those few days go by slowly. Still no sign of Ron, but Harry and Hermione seem to be bonding well enough. I just wish Ron would come back. The more people we have, the more brainpower we'd have and the sooner we'd find these horcruxes. No one has really explained to me what they are still.

Finally the night comes to go to Godric's Hollow. I volunteer to stay behind, but Hermione is a bit oppositional.

"I'm not letting you stay here by yourself."

"I'm old enough, Hermione."

"But what if you get killed?"

"I highly doubt she will," Harry says.
"Even if something or someone were to threaten her, she's very good at defensive spells."

I feel myself blushing slightly at this.

"And we do need someone to protect the camp."

Hermione, giving this some thought, finally relents.

"Fine, fine, fine," she sighs.
"Luna, you stay at the camp. But don't go wandering off."

"I'm not a child, Hermione."

"We'd better get going then. It's getting late," Harry reminds her.
"We should be back in about an hour or so, Luna."

The two of them step outside the tent and apparate, leaving behind a cold silence, save for the whistling wind and rustling of leaves. I begin to feel a bit sleepy and lie down to have a nap, but I soon fall asleep.

I don't know where I am. It's pitch black all around me. I can't see a thing and I hear nothing. Suddenly a small light zooms past me and then floats in midair. Then I realize it's not in midair. That's a lamppost. It illuminates a bit ahead. I see cobblestone covered in moss and vines for the floor. I walk cautiously up to the lamppost when another light zooms past me and hangs in a lamppost. The same thing happens when I walk to that lamppost. And then the other. And another.

Suddenly I hear footsteps and someone's calling my name.

"Luna," it echoes hauntingly.

It sends chills up my spine. No, it can't be.

"Luna," the voice echoes again.
"Come here, Luna."

I want to go near it, but something inside of me tells me to run in the opposite direction. Light's begin rush past me before hanging in their respective lampposts. I keep running from the voice, but the more I run from it, the louder it gets. I soon realize that I keep running in the same direction, so I turn around and go back.

"Luna," the voice echoes getting even louder.

I turn a corner and skid to a stop to find a sight I cannot peel my eyes from.

The clothing is torn and bloody. The eyes are riddled with throbbing, bloodshot veins and dark circles protrude below them. The hair is scattered and silver. One of the shoulders protrudes out more than the other, giving the impression that the neck is tilted slightly, as is the head. The mouth displays a malicious Cheshire Cat grin with needle point fangs and teeth.

The ears are pointed like a demon's. The legs are contorted with the knees reversed completely, but the feet are pointed straight at me. The hands are also bloody and the nails are long and sharpened into claws. Behind the figure are thousands of corpses.

"Luna," it hisses demonically, showing a razor sharp tongue.
"It's me."

I finally recognize the voice.

"I know this isn't real, dad," I say as calmly as I can.
"And it's my dream. I can get my friends to help."

Slowly the thing that should be my dad starts to laugh. One laugh, then two in a row, and so on, until he laughs nonstop.

"Do you really think you control this dream?" he cackles.

Then he suddenly stares at me a bit sadly.

"Luna, my love," he says quietly, his voice trembling with insanity.
"I did all of this for you."

He gestures to the pile behind him. One of the corpses is a woman with red hair.

"No," I gasp horrified.

"Yes," he says with a small laugh in his throat.
"I killed them all. For you. They were in your way, Luna. Your way to innocence."

He snaps his fingers and the corpse form into a group before standing up. As they stand, they slowly begin to turn themselves inside out, displaying their bloody entrails and throbbing brains. They begin to moan monotonously. I slowly back away before turning around and dashing in the other direction.

"You can't run, run, run, nor can you hide, my Luna!" my dad yells.
"For this is MY LABYRINTH!"

I zoom down the cobblestone passages; I can feel my heart beating rapidly as I turn left and right and go up and down and side to side. At one point, I find myself aimlessly running in a circle. The entrail puppets nearly gain on me several times. I soon feel myself getting weary, but I have to keep going or I'll be doomed.

Soon I spy a large light up ahead. Breathing a sigh of relief, I rush to it, my feet slapping against the cobblestone flooring. But once I see what's inside, I try to stop myself from going anywhere nearer.

"No," I gasp fearfully.
"Not the chamber!"

The floor begins to incline behind me forcing me down into the room. Once I'm inside the brown cobblestone room, it too begins to incline. Quickly, my eyes dart around, looking for something to hold onto, but each time I try to grab onto the floor to keep myself from falling in, the stone begins to feel like a slimy, slippery serpent. I hear hissing and each time I see a snake launch itself at me, just missing my face. The more the ground inclines, the gravity pulling me towards the chamber, the more violent the serpents become and the closer the puppets get.

Suddenly I feel something grab my leg and pull. The monster that is supposed to my dad grabs on tightly to my leg and doesn't let go. Keeping a hold of a stoney serpent with one hand, I reach for behind my ear, only to find that my wand is gone.

"Looking, looking, looking for thissssss?" the monster asks menacingly before laughing maniacally.

I whirl my head around to find that it has my wand and is holding it over the now-open chamber leading to an endless abyss.

"Oops," it says as it flicks my wand away.
"Now, my Luna. Surrender yourself to your destiny. You were meant to be innocent and you were meant to stay innocent. Your father is only doing what is right for you. Surrender to the innocence."

Despite every odd against me, I attempt to pull myself up to the doorway, but nearly slip in the process.

"Naughty, naughty, naughty," it rasps, now sounding nothing like my dad.

One of the serpents bites my hand and I let go in pain, making the mistake of not watching my other hand. Another snake strikes at my other hand and I begin to plunge, screaming, into the dark hole. Everything begin to become pitch black again and then…..silence.

"Luna? Luna!" I hear a voice exclaim in concern.

I wake up screaming and sweating. I look up through my eyes of tear to find Harry and Hermione are back and trying to keep me from thrashing about.

"Luna, it's okay!" Harry says calmly.
"Calm down."

I stop screaming and thrashing and begin to pant.

"I-I-I had a nightmare. It was about my dad."

"It was only a nightmare," Hermione says.

I shake my head timidly.

"It's not," I squeak.
"He's really after me."

I tell them about the whole predicament including the dream. This leave them both in shock.

"A chamber that makes someone completely innocent?" Hermione asks, stuck between intrigue and shock.

"Yes. I don't know how he did it, but I don't think I want to find out."

Hermione sighs in defeat.

"Maybe I was wrong," she admits.
"If what you're saying is true, then it might be better that you're here with us than at the Burrow."

"Really?"

She nods.

"But this is still dangerous. We'll all need to watch out for each other. If we do that, nothing bad should happen."

"You promise?"

"Yeah," Harry nods.
"We promise."