A/N: I still don't own Harry Potter.

"Do you know her, Arthur?"

"No, I've never seen her before, Molly. Do you think your brothers might know her?'

"Perhaps, but the healer did reach out to your family. You have two brothers, maybe one of them?"

"I asked." She wondered who was talking, were they talking about her? She blinked her eyes open and saw a young couple standing in the doorway of her room.

"Good morning," the woman said. "May we come in?" She nodded watching them. They both had red hair like hers. Were these her relatives? Had they come to claim her?

"Thank you, I'm Molly Weasley and this is my husband Arthur. The healer contacted us about you after a blood test."

"Do you know who I am?" she asked sitting up eagerly.

"I'm afraid we don't." Her face fell, tears welling in her eyes.

"Hush, hush, don't cry. Don't worry, it'll be alright. Obviously you're related to us somehow, we won't turn you out," Molly said sitting down on the edge of the bed. The girl crawled over towards her and hugged her tightly. Molly hugged her back. The feeling sending small images flickering through her mind. She remembered a woman, older, red hair, hugging her. Mum. Slowly the girl sat back up.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Ahh, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I see you found the room alright." The girl looked up. Healer Williams was back.

"Yes, and no, we don't know who she is. Arthur asked his brothers, but neither one of them know anything about her either. I asked mine, but they haven't gotten back to me yet."

"Because she is still underage, we are desperately trying to find her parents, or any family she might have. Do either of the two of you have any other family?" They shook their heads.

"Not living. What's going to happen to her if you don't find her family?"

"She'll be appointed a magical guardian until she is of age."

"Arthur, we can't let that happen, what with everything going on." The girl watched them whispering for a minute. She wanted to yell at them for keeping secrets, she was tired of people talking about her as if she wasn't in the room.

"Why don't we take this in the hall," Healer Williams suggested. I watched them walk out feeling I was more lost than ever. Something about seeing the Weasleys leave hurt, but at the same time, something about it felt almost familiar. Did I know them? How could I if they didn't know me? I wanted to shake my head, knock these thoughts out. I laid back against the pillows, letting the tears spill down my face.

"That poor child needs someone!" I heard Mrs. Weasley shout from the hallway. Was she talking about me? I heard the door click open. I glanced over, my eyes still red from crying.

"The healer says you don't remember your name?"

"No, I don't."

"Then, you're going to be picking a new one, at least for now. Arthur and I are going to be your guardians until either we find your parents or you reach seventeen," Mrs. Weasley said glaring slightly at the healer. "I know this is going to be an adjustment for you, and I hope you do remember your real name, but for now, what would like to be called?" The girl froze, her mind frantically trying to remember her name, or at least the letter it started with. Nothing came to her. The only name she remembered from her past was Luna. Was she Luna?

"Luna," she answered with a smile. "You can call me Luna."