Whilst watching the Eurovision yesterday, I had more than a few shots to drown my sorrows about the UK's nul points score. Whilst watching it I had a little stab at this ending...

Luna Lovegood headed to the Apparation Point of Potter Manor, the Headquarters of the Dark Lord and his Agents. She was awaiting the return of Wayne Hopkins, Alexander Stebbins and Daphne Greengrass from a mission that the Dark Lord Potter had ordered the former two, and her the latter, to undertake.

As Daphne Greengrass apparated into Potter Manor, she felt the wards shimmer, then suddenly found herself in control of them.

"Fuck. I'll have to deal with you later Greengrass." Luna said as she felt the wards combine with her magic. "Our Lord has died."

Luna turned around and headed towards the Private Quarters of Harry Potter when she felt compelled to stop, the heavy magic that surrounded the Quarters expanding around the place.

Forcing herself to pass through the expanding magic, she found herself at the doorway of the Private Quarters. Heading into the room, she saw that the door of the study was open.

Walking through that door, she found herself at wandpoint, with the hand holding the wand being that of Hermione Granger.

"He did it then?" Luna asked her, her silvery-blue eyes subdued at the sight of the two remaining friends in the study. "He killed himself."

Hermione Granger found herself in an unfamiliar bathroom, her clothes having been turned into a bathing suit. Looking around, she tried to work out where she was.

Finding a wand on the bath side, she looked at it and recognised it. 11" long, made of holly.

"Shit. He found out," she whispered to herself. "He found out about James."

Thinking about James reminded her about how two Agents of the Dark Lord had apparated into her home, crashing through the wards that had been set up by the Gnomes of Switzerland, how they tried to get her to hand over her son and come with them. How she had defended her little boy, and how he had been killed.

'James...my baby boy...dead. How could he order such a thing.' Hermione thought as her anger was rising. "That...that bastard. How...how can he order his own flesh and blood be killed?"

Touching the abandoned wand, she felt a warmth second only to when she had found her own one. 'What the fuck? How can his wand bond to me?'

Feeling angry, she waved the holly and phoenix feather wand over herself to cast a Drying Charm, the first spell she had actively used in nearly 7 years with a wand outside of her home's wards. Transfiguring the bathing suit back to its original form, she walked into the bedroom that the bathroom was attached to and saw that the door was open.

Walking through it, she saw a study that was unlocked. Ignoring the logical side of her mind, one which told her to try and escape, she went into the study to see Harry in a chair, his body lifeless, his hand holding an empty potion vial. Next to him was a desk, with a notebook on it.

Looking at the notebook, she saw the chicken scratch writing that she remembered from her days at Hogwarts. Reading through the open page, she saw that it was an instruction guide for a potion, one which would cause a magical version of a heart attack for the person to who it had been keyed.

Looking at the key activator, she was shocked. He had used his own blood as the key activator, meaning that only he, or someone out to kill him, could use it against him.

'The coward. He created a suicide potion!' Hermione thought, her senses heightened as she heard a door open. Turning around, she saw someone she hadn't seen since May 1998, Luna Lovegood. Watching as she entered the study, Hermione had the dead wizard's wand in her hand, ready to cast at her former friend.

"He did it then?" Luna asked her, her silvery-blue eyes subdued at the sight of the two remaining friends in the study. "He killed himself."

Hermione looked at the blonde-haired girl, unsure how to react to her.

Luna frowned at Hermione. "He still loved you, you know. Even when he was at his most Darkness, ordering the death of the Weasley and Longbottom families, he would tell me how much he loved you, about how you saved him from spiralling into the Dark during the Horcrux hunt by just being there for him.

"And then you repaid him as you did, sleeping with him and then leaving him. He thought you had been kidnapped you know. He thought you had been taken by a Death Eater" Luna told the bushy-haired woman. "He thought Malfoy or one of his ilk was holding you hostage. Then when he found out at Gringotts that he was a father, he started having people looking for you."

"I...I had to find my parents." Hermione said, leaning back on the desk. "I... I wanted to tell him but I was scared. I was scared that he would try and stop me."

"But he wouldn't have. Remember that he grew up as a non Magical until he received his Hogwarts letter, same as you. He knew you would have wanted to see your parents, but instead of telling him that you were going to do that, you left him to think you had been kidnapped." Luna responded, heading back to the doorway. "Follow me."

Hermione followed Luna to another sealed room, this one holding a number of memory vials. Luna levitated one to her and then pulled Hermione to a Pensive that was behind the door.

Pouring the memory into the Pensive, Luna looked at the remaining member of the six people who went into the Department of Mysteries to retrieve the prophecy.

"Luna?"

"Watch this memory, Hermione. Watch it."

Hermione dipped her head into the Pensieve and saw the memory that Luna had poured into it. What felt to Hermione like hours had passed, whereas it had been less than half an hour, she saw how Harry had felt when she had disappeared from Hogwarts, how he had organised a search of the castle for her, his worry that she had been captured by a free-roaming Death Eater, his fear that she was dead.

"Shit" Hermione swore. Walking around the room, she couldn't have believed what she had done. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Yes. Yet he still loved you, remaining loyal to you, even when Susan Bones and Megan Jones had become Agents and tried to seduce him." Luna told her. "They tried to get him drunk on Firewhisky with the intent on bedding him, but Harry had become immune to the effects of it by then, having spent months downing bottle after bottle of it when not getting information from Death Eaters.

"And after the Battle of Diagon Alley, he even tried to slit his wrists. He used a knife to try it, and he would have succeeded, had it not been for me walking in on him." Luna continued, putting the memory in the vial. Placing it on a shelf, she grabbed a second vial and, unstoppering it, poured it into the Pensive. "It was the day that he found out he was a father, and that he would never get to see his son unless he took action. That's when he started recruiting Agents from the Half-Blood and Muggleborn communities, two parts of society that had been marginalised by the Purebloods.

"He told me one thing though, one thing that is in this memory."

Hermione looked into the pensive and saw, sitting in the Private Quarters that she had been in not long ago, Harry and Luna.

Harry was holding a knife that he had found in his family vault, one that, when he had seen it, reeked of Dark Magic. Holding it against his wrist, he knew that just one cut would end his life instantly.

Luna walked in and, brandishing her wand, she cast a Disarmer at him, ridding his hand of the knife.

"LUNA!" Harry shouted at her, annoyed that she had stopped him from taking his own life. "I told you not to disturb me."

"I'm sorry My Lord, but I needed to," Luna said, walking up to the Boy-Who-Lived. "You see, killing yourself does not bring her back. It will make things worse in the long run."

Kneeling down in front of her friend, placing his hands in hers. "Without the reforms, you are introducing through Greengrass, Nott and McLaggen being in place, no new Muggleborns would be truly safe in the Magical World."

Harry sat down and looked at his friend. "You're right Luna. I just miss her."

"I know you do Harry," Luna said, hugging him. "What do you plan to do if the worst happens and James dies, or she won't let him see you?"

Harry sighed. Looking down into his hands, he knew that even if things were really bad, he couldn't kill her.

"You couldn't?" Luna asked, knowing what he was thinking.

"If I lose both her and James, or if any harm came to either of them, I... I wouldn't be able to go on living." Harry said, turning around to his desk. "I'd rather die than kill or injure Hermione or James myself, or have one of my Agents do it."

As the memory ended, Luna spent the rest of the night explaining, sometimes using other Pensive memories and sometimes telling her herself, about what happened to Harry. In turn, Hermione told Luna about when she had found out about her pregnancy whilst she was in Australia trying to find her parents, about how she had heard about the Battle of Diagon Alley and the transformation of Harry into the third Dark Lord in a Century.

Then the tale turned to how Hermione had found out about Harry sending Agents to New Zealand, and that she and her son were targeted by the new regime in Britain.

"So why were you in a village outside Newcastle when you know Harry was looking for you?" Luna asked, annoyed at Hermione. "Why didn't you just come forward of your own accord?"

"Because I was scared. I had travelled to Britain stowing on a cruise ship a few years ago, not long before the terrorist attack in New York. I was scared that he wanted to use James as part of one of his plans." Hermione responded, her anger coming back to her. "And it looks like I was right when he ordered James dead."

"You stupid cow," Luna said, turning her back to Hermione as she pulled a memory strand from her own head. "He never wanted James dead, or for some plan. He just wanted to be able to see his son."

"Well, how come two of his Agents stormed my house, killed my son and dragged me away to... wherever we are?"

Luna placed the memory into the Pensive that she had extracted from her head. "He wanted you to come peacefully. He wanted to see you again because he loved you."

Guiding Hermione to the Pensive, Luna went in with into the memory.

The Throne room of the Dark Lord Potter was busy that night, the night of his sons eleventh Birthday. In front of him was a lecturn with The Book on it, a register of all magical children that had turned eleven in the whole of Europe.

Suddenly the booked glowed for a moment, with an Agent hurriedly writing an address on a piece of parchment. Handing it to the two waiting Agents, the Dark Lord stood up.

"Stebbins, Hopkins. The Hogwarts letter for my son has been issued." Harry said, looking at the two Agents who were ready to be dispatched. "I want you to bring them directly here, quickly. Do not hurt them, because I will be very displeased if you do."

"Yes, my Lord", the two Agents said simultaneously.

Luna walked forward from her position at the side of the room and frowned, watching as Harry had dismissed the Agent who was in charge of The Book. "Can I be frank Harry?"

Harry looked at the only person in the room curiously. "Go on Luna."

"I don't think it's going to go to plan. Hermione won't give in easy, especially when it comes to James." Luna said, truthfully. "I should have gone. Maybe Greengrass too. She trusted us more than she would Hopkins and Stebbins. Them two are effective at bringing traitors in, but with Hermione, she responds better to logic."

"I didn't want to put you in danger Luna," Harry said, frowning, trying to control his emotions. "Remember how she took down several Death Eaters at the Battle of Hogwarts."

"I do Harry, that is why I am worried that either Hopkins and Stebbins are going to end up dead, and Hermione is going to go on the run," Luna said, her mind working overtime calculating the possible actions that could end up happening. "Or James or Hermione will get injured, or worse, dead."

"Fuck." Harry said, pressing a button on his chair. As soon as he depressed the button, Daphne Greengrass apparated into the Throne Room.

"Greengrass, head to the last known location of Stebbins and Hopkins. Try and get them away." Luna said as the Dark Lord sat back on his throne. "Bring them back, and don't harm Hermione."

Coming out of the memory, Hermione saw how worried Harry had been, how he had wanted to see his son alive and unharmed. How he had wanted to see her.

"He didn't want James or me hurt." she whispered. "He didn't want us hurt."

"No, he didn't. He loved you Hermione. Even to the end."