~Ginny~

The thing Ron had been most annoyed about when he left, was that his sister wouldn't go with him. Now that he was back, and they were free of the locket, he was doing his best to be a good big brother.

"Would you lay off it?" Ginny growled as Ron pushed her aside in order to get firewood, which had been her task for this camp ground.

"Ronald Weasley. If you don't quit trying to 'baby' me, and if you continue to not let me do anything useful, I will snap your radio in half using magic!" Ginny said when he came back. Ron froze where he sat, fiddling with his radio. He had just told Ginny to relax, and that he'd cook dinner later.

"I was just trying to-"

"No. Shut it, Ronald. I don't care what you're about to say. I've held my own here while you've been gone, and no one's said a thing, and now you're back and taking on twice the load because you 'don't want me to do anything'. Listen to me. I. Do. Not. Care. Making me do nothing won't get you back in Hermione's good books."

"What?" Ron went bright red, and looked around for the bushy haired witch.

"You heard me, Ron." Ginny's temper was beginning to calm, and as Ron looked at her he saw that her hair looked incredibly still around her, whereas moments before it had seemed to be blown about her head by an unseen and unfelt wind.

"You don't think she..."

"She doesn't know, Ron. Just... Please, don't do everything for me. I am perfectly capable of doing it myself."

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. I am." Ron said. "Do you think you can help me?" A smile slowly spread on Ginny's mouth, and Ron knew that was a yes.

"Let me just get Harry. Three heads are better than one."

Harry had really been the only one ecstatic to have his best friend back. Hermione was furious with him for leaving, Ginny had been furious at him for babying her, and for leaving, and for almost dragging her with him, but the only thing Harry thought of when he saw Ron coming back was joy.

~Draco~

"Ginny should wear that silver tiara in your mother's wedding photos."

"You've seen my mother's wedding photos?"

"She looks beautiful. Ginny will look even more so. Your mother's hair was straight, and up, with the tiara. Almost like Fleur's hair had been, actually. But Ginny's should be down and curly, with the tiara as the only ornament."

"Where will it be?"

"In a church."

"A church?"

"Performed by a muggle minister. Your father won't be too happy with that, but all you need to do to stop him from complaining is remind him that if he doesn't want you to marry her, he should have married his love."

"What do you mean?"

"Molly Malfoy would have been beautiful." Draco coughed on the roast meat he had brought down.

"I'm sorry?"

"Not that she isn't beautiful, of course. But your father would have been so happy. Happier, by far, than he is now. Sometimes, there's two people in someone's life, when only one can be chosen. Molly was willing to choose your father, but he denied her, so she chose the other, and has never regretted it."

"So Ginny could just as easily move on with... Harry?"

"She'd be in a champagne coloured dress with him. She wouldn't be herself though... She'd be back to what she used to be like, with dark brown hair, and her eyes dimmed. She'll still look beautiful, but she'll have a sad beauty. She'll never be truly happy with him." Luna's eyes widened. "You need to stay safe for her." She whispered, and Draco nodded.

~Ginny~

A/N: In case you're wondering, I'm sorta playing around with points of view, and with the way I'm setting out the chapters in general.

"I think we should go see Xenophilius Lovegood." Hermione said.

"I think we shouldn't. Not after Godric's Hollow." Harry said.

"Look, we want to know what that symbol means, don't we?" Hermione asked.

"I know, I just think maybe we should find some other way..."

"There is no other way! Merlin forbid it! Xenophilius is definitely on our side. Right, Ron?"

"Uhh, yeah. Right."

"And if he's on our side then we should be fine. It won't be a repeat of Godric's Hollow." (A/N: I'm really distracted... How can I tell? Godric's Hollow, in this line, was originally Deathly Hallows. And I stared at it for ages wondering why I thought it should be Hollow, but why it wouldn't work)

"I just don't want to risk anything again." Harry said.

"Let's have a vote."

"It's two vs. two." Harry said.

"Actually, I think Hermione's right, Harry." Ginny said. Harry looked at her, before finally nodding, and accepting it.

"I guess we're going to the Lovegood's then. What's the date? I mean, do you think Luna might be home?" Harry said.

"We might see her. That would be fun." Ron said.

"Yeah. We're really doing all of this for fun." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, anyway, we're going tomorrow. So I guess you'd better get some rest." Harry said, before stalking off to his bed.

"Thanks for helping me, you two." Hermione whispered to the two Weasleys, though her eyes were more focused on Ron.

"Well, y'know, I think it's the right thing to do..." Said Ron. "Go to the Lovegood's, that is." Hermione raised an eyebrow, but didn't question it any further.

~Luna's P.O.V.~

(A/N: I usually feel more comfortable writing in first person than third person... So this story has been killer for me to do in that way, but now that I'm messing about with how it's being delivered... :3)

I could see her now, resplendent. Her dress was amazing. Corseted, encrusted with diamonds... Well, she was marrying into the Malfoy's. The corset did brilliant things to her waist and to her breasts, as they were visible where the corset stopped. Underneath the corset was a ball gown style skirt, which flared out. On her feet were delicate slippers, made from glass.

She was living her childhood Cinderella dream. Next to her, I wasn't sure. The hair kept on changing. One moment it was a silken, silvery blonde. Next it was red, and very low down, with silvery highlights. One of the most gorgeous colours I have ever seen. Then it was a bushy brown. Then it was a dirty blonde.

The eyes changed just as much, though sometimes I saw my own blue eyes with silvery blonde hair, instead of the silvery eyes I knew should be there. Sometimes I was looking from the point beside her, sometimes I was looking from above, sometimes from the audience. But always she was there, smiling radiantly, her dress the same, her hair the same, her shoes the same, and the man beside her the exact same.

Only when Draco was here did I see anything really different. When he asked me, I saw the man beside her change, at the same time as her dress changed, along with her hair, her eyes, and even her smile.

Once, Draco asked me why she needed to have a white dress. I told him it was because the grey dress would be too tight. Sure, I saw her standing there, more radiant than ever, the dress the exact same except more of a silvery grey than a white colour, and well, pregnant. But I couldn't tell Draco that.

Any more than I could tell Draco that his aura was a bright gold, a rare colour indeed for an aura. I hadn't seen another like it. Dumbledore's had been silver, and Harry's was a brassy colour... But Draco's was pure cold.

And Ginny's had more colours than most. Underneath everything was red. But since I had first seen her, in our first year of Hogwarts, the red had slowly and mostly been replaced by a deep, silken silvery colour. On top of this was a violet colour, and then the usual colours that spiked, now and then, for her feelings.

"What would have happened... if..." Draco's voice trailed off, but I knew what he was asking.

Darkness. A bleak world. Despair.

I felt Draco's hands on my shoulders, and felt Mister Ollivander's intense gaze on me.

"Are you alright, Luna? I'm sorry if I..."

"It's perfectly alright." I shuddered, remembering. "Harry would never have been born, Voldemort would have gone on undefeated... There'd have been nothing left in the world to cherish. Not that any who were left would have cherished."

"Is that's what's going to happen if..."

Dark grey eyes, deathly pale skin, hair blacker than black. Grean and silver surrounding him, his teeth sharp as he grins, his wand pointed to a muggle boy. A poor muggle boy. Innocent. A flash. Death.

"Keep your aunt away from him." I said. And I knew Draco knew what I meant, even without elaborating.

"Luna, how long have you..."

"Always. Dad used to say I was exactly like Rowena Ravenclaw. They say she used to be beset by visions as well."

"I promise I'll get you out of here." He took my hands in his and squeezed them gently before leaving, and I saw the red of pain flash in his otherwise pure aura. Pain at seeing me trapped.

I sit a while with Ollivander, and we begin to talk. We usually do. Ollivander doesn't ask anything, which I am grateful for. The visions come regardless, but they're stronger when someone asks me something.

"Goodnight, Miss Luna."

"Actually, it's morning."

A/N: Well, there we go. Another chapter. Now I can work on my other story, and then my other other story. I think I'm actually going to go to bed early tonight. And yes, it's actually night still. Though it'll still be morning before I go to sleep _