It was December.

A year had passed and the sun still hadn't shone. That was how she'd been waking up at what the people called 'the base.' It was a safe house, for muggles and wizards, no one really cared which was which anymore. All that mattered now was Death Eater or not.

"The sun's not shining today," Luna would always say, as she came over for breakfast.

"Of course not, it's December, but don't worry, when July comes it'll be bright and sunny," Margaret said, trying to cheer Luna up. That's what she always did. Luna reminded her of her daughter, and Margaret had taken it upon herself to take care of Luna, so that when someone comes by to pick you up they'll find you well taken care of she'd always say. The only thing was that Luna didn't think anyone would ever come by to claim her, she was alone now.

"The sun's not shining today," she always said. Almost as if it were her own special way of saying hello, or good morning.

"Maybe the sun'll shine on Christmas," one girl said when Luna had told her. But it was a false hope. The Sun would probably never shine.

It was Christmas morning. Luna crawled out of bed and looked out her window.

"The sun's not shining today," she said as Margaret entered her room.

"Well no dear, it's still winter, the sun doesn't shine in winter, but don't worry, summer's coming," Margaret said. Luna didn't respond. She was staring intently out of her window. In the distance she thought she saw something move in the trees.

"Luna, what is it honey?" Margaret asked. Luna didn't reply. She knew that she saw something. She narrowed her eyes, almost as if trying to zoom in on it. Something moved, and then it was gone, it looked like a person. They reappeared again, standing there next to one of the trees staring, not at the camp, but at her. She couldn't even see their eyes but she knew they were looking directly at her. The person turned and left, but they didn't come back this time. Luna leapt down from her bed and ran.

"LUNA!!!" Half the base seemed to be chasing after her as Luna bolted for the trees.

"Luna come back!" she heard Margaret call, but Luna didn't stop, her eyes were fixed on the forest, on one tree in particular. Luna reached it, she stopped, staring at the tree, looking for something. She knew what she had seen, she knew who she had seen actually. She was sure it had been... Luna shook her head. It was just her mind playing tricks on her.

A newspaper flew out of the trees just as the others reached her.

"Luna it's not safe out here," she recognized Davis' voice. Luna clutched on to the newspaper as they took her back to the base.

"Luna darling, what was that all about," Margaret cooed over her, as she tried to keep up with Davis who had picked her up and was carrying her back. Luna didn't respond.

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Luna sat in the dining room, staring down at the newspaper, it was a section from the comics.

"Now remember, as far as anyone knows we are a nice, normal family," the father in one of the comics reminded his family just before they went out on their shopping trip. Once upon a time that would have been funny.

Luna turned the page, it was an article on some sports team and how well they we're doing this season. One quote caught her eye, it was a highlighted quote from the coach. "I can't believe we're winning. But it's really happening. We started off bad this season but we're making a comeback. And all of our opponents had better watch out, cuz we ain't giving up!" Luna looked closer at it. The highlighting was fresh.

"Luna darling," Margaret interrupted her, "I was thinking maybe you should start a diary, to help you cope. I've heard a lot of the girls saying that a diary helps them a lot because it helps them get their thoughts out, even if not to another human, at least they got them out. So, I've gotten you this little journal here." Margaret lay a plain blue notebook in front of her, "and here's a pen," she placed a simple ball point in front of her. "And Merry Christmas," Margarte said, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving. Luna reached out and pulled the notebook towards her, she opened it up to the first page, picking up the pen she wrote four words.

The sun shone today.