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Healer Williams left Luna with the news. She buried her face into her pillow crying loudly. Mr. Weasley wasn't sure what to do.

"Luna, I'm going to go contact Molly. Will you be alright? If Sirius is still hanging around, want me to send him in?"

"No, tell him to go home, well, back to James'. I don't want to see anyone."

"I didn't know you played Quiddich, Luna. Did you tell Molly?"

"No, I remembered after she'd left, it doesn't matter. I'm never going to fly again," she cried louder. She heard Mr. Weasley close the door as he left. Slowly Luna raised her head, wiped the tears from her eyes. She pulled the cover off her legs and looked at them. She pushed herself into a sitting position.

"I can sit up," she stated moving the pillow from behind her back. She remained sitting. She tried curling her toes with no results. She wasn't surprised. She wondered why the healers weren't able to heal her back. She made a mental note to ask them.

"Welcome back, Luna," a friendly voice chirped from the doorway.

"Hi, Rachel. Lunch time already? It's like I never left," she joked ignoring the tears running down her face.

"How did you even do that? They locked down the whole ward, and then some. No one could figure out how you did it."

"I just walked out, guess I won't be doing that again. Healer Williams said my spine's damaged, so I'll never walk again. Mr. Weasley is telling Mrs. Weasley. Think they'll still want me?"

"Why wouldn't they? Who doesn't want a sassy teenager who knows her magical creatures? Speaking of which?"

"Hmm, puffskein. That's an easy one," Luna stated biting into the cookie.

"Who's that guy that's been hanging around outside your room? He's kind of cute."

"Sirius Black, we're friends."

"See, smart, friendly, who cares if you can walk, Luna. They're not going to abandon you because of that. Not after the chewing out they gave the healers for letting you escape."

"Really?" Luna asked leaning forward a little. She could almost imagine Mrs. Weasley yelling at Healer Williams.

"Yeah, I heard the yelling all the way from the third floor." Luna smiled taking another bite of her cookie. She glanced at the tray, nutrient potion again. Sighing she picked it up and drank it quickly.

"Luna, can we come in?"

"Sure, join the party," Luna called out rolling her eyes before she finished the cookie just to get the taste of the potion from her mouth.

"Rachel, this is Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. This is Rachel Abbott, she's the one who brings me food."

"I'm a healer in training. Right now I'm working the meal shifts."

"It's nice to meet you, Rachel. Thank you for being friends with Luna." Luna laid back on her bed, the pillow propping her up slightly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Luna, I've got breakfast shift."

"Okay." Luna watched Rachel leave and turned her attention back to the Weasleys.

"Luna."

"Are you leaving, I understand if you do. You never signed up for taking care of a damaged girl."

"Luna, Merlin I wish you had a full name so I could use it," Mrs. Weasley muttered. "We are not leaving you. When we signed the documents to be your guardians, it wasn't just for the good things, it's for the bad too. Luna, we will never abandon you, no matter what happens, no matter how sick you are, how hurt you are, no matter how many detentions you get at school. If you get expelled, we'll still be right here." Luna blinked back tears.

"Really?"

"Yes," Mr. Weasley said. His wife nodded.

"You mentioned school? I'm still able to go? Like this?" She gestured to her legs.

"Headmaster Dumbledore will just have to figure out how to accommodate you. Healer Williams has a few ideas to help you get around."

"Such as?"

"A special chair, hovering spells."

"A cute guy?" Luna suggested thinking about all the times Sirius had scooped her up and carried her around. Mrs. Weasley laughed.

"That will get old fast, Luna. Although, Sirius did wait for nearly two hours after you told him to go home," Mr. Weasley stated. "He cares about you."

"I don't know why? He tripped over me running away from home. Then he took me with him."

"The Potters are decent people," Mr. Weasley commented. Luna nodded yawning.

"Arthur, she needs rest. She's falling asleep." Luna tried to argue but her eyes were already sliding closed.