A/N: I still do not own anything you recognize. J. K. Rowling owns everything you do.

Luna woke while it was still dark outside. She knew she had missed dinner. A tray was sitting on her nightstand. She looked at it before picking up a roll and took a bite. It wasn't bad cold. She slid the tray over her lap wishing she had her wand so she could warm things up. She remembered the charm, at least she was pretty sure she did.

Sighing, she reached over to grab her fork, when she turned back to her tray, steam was rising from her food.

"How?" she asked blinking in shock.

"You must be my new niece, Luna is it?" Luna looked over at the doorway. For a second she thought Fabian had returned, but then she realized it was his brother, Gideon.

"Yes, I'm Luna, you must be Gideon, Fabian was by earlier. Um, come on in?" she offered pointing to the lone chair in the room.

"Thank you, Luna. Can I call you Luna?"

"Yeah, at least until I remember my real name. I'm guessing Mrs. Weasley filled you in about me not knowing anything?"

"She mentioned it," Gideon stated taking a seat and studying the girl. From what he could see, there didn't seem to be anything obviously dishonest about her. He was pretty good at telling a scam artist from a person in genuine need of help. Nothing about this girl seemed to say anything other than she was confused and alone.

"What brings you by?" Luna asked.

"I wanted to see what my sister was getting into. She's got a good heart, always wanting to help, and there are people out there that," Gideon paused. "Don't always have the best intentions at heart. I wanted to make sure..."

"You wanted to make sure I wasn't going take advantage of her? That I wasn't some...some death eater trying to worm my way into your family and destroy it?" Gideon blinked a few times rapidly. This girl certainly seemed to have Molly's temper, he couldn't help but smile and wonder how exactly this girl was related to him.

"Yes. I know I should believe the best in people, but in these times...wait, how did you know what his followers are called?"

"I...I don't know? Sometimes I have flashes of memories, sometimes I know things and don't know how. I know a ton about magical creatures, I know you know who's followers are called death eaters, I know I used to play Quiddich, and I'm fifteen years old."

"What position?"

"I wasn't on the team yet, I was hoping to try out," Luna answered without thinking.

"Do you know your name?"

"No," Luna answered fighting back tears. She was tired of being questioned about things she couldn't remember, tired of knowing things and then being accused because of this knowledge. Gideon nodded. She seemed to be telling the truth, she knew some things but others were still a blank, unless she was an amazing actress.

"Luna, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Please, just go, I need to rest, healer's orders," Luna stated sliding her tray back onto the night stand. She watched Gideon leave, before breaking down in tears. She should have known this wasn't going to be easy, that people didn't believe her. She wiggled her toes, still feeling a slight numbness from the nerve damage.

Once she was sure Gideon was gone, she slid from the bed. Did Mrs. Weasley really think she could lying about everything, that she was a scammer? Had she sent Gideon to interrogate her? She had seemed so nice earlier... Luna wondered for a moment if it was just Gideon who thought that of her.

Slowly she walked to the bathroom, glared at her reflection in the mirror, and looked around her room carefully. She still had only the hospital gown, no shoes, no wand, but she didn't care. Nothing seemed to matter. The floor was cool under her bare feet. She tried to remember if there was a gift shop. Didn't most hospitals have gift shops?

She grabbed her notebook and pen, she didn't want her memories left behind. She slowly opened the door to her room. Luna poked her head into the hallway. It was empty. She fought back a smile, it didn't do any good to get hopeful. She stepped out of the room, looking around. Still seeing no one she debated which way to go. She tried to remember which way she'd heard people coming from. Finally she decided to go right.

"I can always go back if I'm wrong," she whispered taking a few shaky steps. She still wasn't very strong but she steadied herself making progress with each step. She saw a desk further up the hall. She slid against the wall, moving slower. She reached a corridor before the desk and ducked behind the corner.

She peeked out, looking carefully at the desk. It appeared to be empty. Biting her lower lip she darted past it quickly, her feet barely making a sound as she moved. Once past the desk, she sighed in relief looking around. To her right was a large sign saying she was on the Lydia King ward. That information didn't mean much to her, however below that was an arrow pointing to a gift shop.

"Here's to hoping they have shoes," she stated taking a quick glance around before following the arrow. She was slightly surprised she hadn't run into anyone, but then she saw a clock and realized it was well after midnight.

"I didn't realize it was that late," she whispered with a smile. She liked being awake when the rest of the world was asleep. Night was when no one was watching what she did. She had a feeling she had done a decent amount of sneaking out at night before she lost her memory.

The gift shop did, indeed, have shoes. Once Luna had managed to get the door unlocked, she helped herself to a pair of black loafers, a small bag for her notebook, and a pink robe to cover her hospital gown.

"At least now I look like a proper witch," she told herself before slipping from the shop. She boldly walked to the exit of the hospital, still feeling a slight thrill at leaving. Let the Weasleys think she was some kind of scam artist, that she was just after whatever it was they thought she was after. All she had wanted was a family.