A/N it's been too long. I forgot how much I like this story and enjoy writing it. I won't forget again!

Luna couldn't see the house elf disappear, but the sound of her Disapparating in the completely dark and empty room caused Mr. Ollivander to jump in surprise. The sudden movement was too much for the beaten old man and he let out a deep groan as he slumped down on to Luna's shoulder.

"Fickle thing, Hawthorne, though extremely empathetic and helpful to wizards who find themselves castaway in a storm with no boat." He chuckled, "Can you think of any better suited than Mr. Malfoy at this moment, Ms. Lovegood?"

Luna smiled as she helped Mr. Ollivander blindly, but deftly, on to the cot. "Us."

"Perhaps," he mused softly. The cot creaked as he laid himself down. "But you and I, my dear, know where we stand I think. Can Mr. Malfoy say the same?"

"No," she answered, and knew it to be true. But I also know he is volatile and the truth is that the next time I hear foot steps on the stone stairs it could easily be him, seconds away from turning that "empathetic" wand on me.

"Are you comfortable?"

He laughed again, with a little less strain than before. "Compared to my last lodgings, I'd say I couldn't find a thing to complain about. The company is markedly improved as well." He patted her hand that rested on the edge of the cot.

Luna turned to look in to the blackness, searching for something to talk about. She never had a problem talking to strangers, exactly, just a habit of making them uncomfortable. Normally, when she first met a group of people, the conversation would be decidedly one-sided, as the others always seemed to be exchanging pregnant looks with each other before someone would respond. It was a rather strange way to spend an evening at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, let alone a dark and cold dungeon with a perfect stranger. Mr. Ollivander has been through a great deal, and is going through considerable effort to conceal his injuries from me. I don't want to make him feel awkward, especially since there is no one to share looks about me with.

He groaned again as he adjusted himself on the cot. "Nothing to worry about, Ms. Lovegood. Time heals all things, and for what it cannot: wands. That's something your mother told me once, if I remember correctly, and I usually do."

"You knew my mother well?" Luna asked with animation that would have startled her peers at Hogwarts.

"I know everybody that comes into my shop and is found by a wand well, I can say without much hubris. I know the wands, and the wands know the wizards. But as to Jeyne, she apprenticed with me soon after she left Hogwarts and before she married your father. It was a partnership I had suspected would happen after her first time in my shop when my last wand with a leached will-o'-the-wisp core chose her. It is an excellent conduit for illusion spells, as cores go, but rather erratic and I stopped crafting with them decades ago. Of course, my colleague Emilija Jansons wrote an article for Wand Mastery Monthly that attempts to prove that the substances flaws can be balanced with an injection of—I'm sorry, my dear, you were of course asking about your mother."

"Oh no need to apologize! This is all so interesting. My father once published a telemancer's research about the long debated theory that if you offered a wisp a tribute of sweetened bread after letting it guide you until you were hopelessly lost and hungry, it would tell you the secrets of it's perfect invisibility." Luna was burning to learn about her mother from this man that was so separate from her family, but couldn't help being distracted by the musings of a fellow scholar.

"A Ravenclaw, eh? Haven't met one this easy to spot since Hermione Granger walked in to my shop, though Albus told me she went her own way in the end, as some do. The wand suits you, Luna Lovegood, take care of it, should you cross paths again."

"Yes, sir."

There was a loud pop, though this time Mr. Ollivander didn't jump too badly. A light suddenly appeared, illuminating Gerda's fingers and the tray she was holding in her other hand. "Gerda has brought tea and pillows for the master's prisoners."

"Gerda, I don't think Draco—"

"Thank you, mistress elf. Also, I believe your master mistakenly took that lantern he meant us to have. It's hard to demoralize your captives if they cannot see the hopelessness of their cage." A lantern, identical to the one Draco had banished appeared next to the cot before the elf Disapparated again.

"What if they punish her for disobeying them?" Luna asked worriedly.

"I doubt they'll appear again before Gerda has a chance to take away the tray. They're very preoccupied with something; He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named apparently almost caught Harry Potter on Christmas, only to have the boy escape from his clutches yet again. I overheard them frantically whispering about it before I was brought here. "

Luna was startled, "Harry is my friend. They took me because they wanted to scare my father into stop publishing his support in The Quibbler. They also think I that I know something about where he is or what he's doing but I don't." Tears leaked from her eyes.

Ollivander patted her hand again and offered her tea. "And what a friend he must be. You should take care of him too, should you meet again. Great men are often reckless and don't seek council from…unexpected places." He smiled at her.

"Well we shall need to pass the time somehow until Bellatrix Lestrange decides its time for our next questioning. When I was in school, one Ravenclaw out of three wanted to learn the mysterious arts of wand-making. Though perhaps the dream of becoming a master wandmaker has gone out of style." He chucked to himself. "It has been some time since I've been to Hogwarts or taken a novice apprentice. Would you be interested in learning some wandlore?"

Luna brightened, "Yes! And more about my mother, please. What she was like, what she researched, anything, and in return…" What could I have to offer the preeminent wandmaker in Britain?

"In return? Don't think of it, my dear. If I should not escape from this dungeon and the last thing I did was instruct one last apprentice…well I'll consider all accounts settled. Let us begin with a story, a tale perhaps that I know for a fact your father has told you because it was a favorite of your mothers, of an all powerful wand that has captured the minds of academics and bravos alike for centuries and has inspired many a Ravenclaw to pursue wandlore."

Luna took a sip of tea and inched closer to the wandmaker and tried to banish thoughts of Gerda, Harry, and Ginny and Neville at Hogwarts out her mind. It will be easy not to think of Draco, especially his rages and especially his tears, I think.

But that wasn't true.

A/N Okay to be honest, I know where I'm going with the diary excerpts, but I haven't figured out how I'm going to do some stuff. That was part of the long hiatus. I'll get back to L,L&R in the chapter after next.

I was thinking how strange it must be for Luna to experience people reacting to her, when she doesn't feel abnormal. When you reread some scenes from the books from Luna's perspective, you can't help but feel like everyone else is a bit of a shit. Which is why it was cool for Ollivander to be a fellow weirdo and for her to find someone to raise that freak flag with in desperate times.

How did you like the exchange between Ollivander and Luna? I like fleshing out Luna's mother, since we don't know anything about her in the books. I also liked creating a new relationship that is similar in structure to Luna and Draco's. Ollivander offers knowledge and interests her. More than Draco? Probably not. But hey, he's not going to kill her and Draco might at any point (okay, we know he doesn't). I'd like to think that Draco will be jealous of this new relationship and either act badly, or step up and change? Who knows? I do. It's my story. And you'll find out next chapter :D

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