Harry and I walked out to the street. Harry stuck out his arm with his wand in it and The Knight Bus came. Harry told Stan that Harry and I were going to Hogwarts so we needed to go to Hogsmeade. The Knight Bus took us there with many bumps along the way. When we got off the bus, we walked up to the school. "Do you think that Dumbledore is here?" I asked.

"I don't know. I hope he is." We walked down the silent corridors until we came to Dumbledore's office. Harry tried guessing the password. Nothing worked until he came to Nosebleed Nugget. The stone gargoyle opened up and Harry and I went inside. We went up the escalator-ish thingy (right?) and knocked on the door. Dumbledore opened the door. "What a surprise," he said. "Mr. Potter. Ms. Lovegood. Please have a seat."

They stepped inside his office and sat down. Dumbledore went behind his desk and sat down. Harry started talking first. "I was walking around like I usually do. But tonight I went a different way. I had started looking at all the different houses after awhile. And then I came to one and it had a single Dark Mark over it. I went inside looking for anyone. And then I came and found Luna. At first I thought she was dead but then I realised she was asleep. Then she realised it must of been her dad. We went and found her dad. He was dead." "Very well," said Dumbledore. "Do you have any god- parents?"

"No, I don't think," said Luna.

"Any other living relatives?"

"No."

"Was there any place that your father would have wanted you to stay if something happened to him?"

"No."

"Very well. Is there any particular place that you would like to live at?"

"No."

"Very well. You shall stay here for the rest of the holidays. Next year, I am not sure where you will stay. Tomorrow, I will have someone escort you back to your house to gather all your belongings. I will also have someone escort you back to your relatives, Harry. I will arrange someone to take you away from there very soon," he added. "For tonight, you will stay here. I will set up a place for you two to stay. I assume that you two don't want want to sleep by yourselves in your Towers. Please follow me." Harry and I followed Dumbledore out of his office. Up on the third floor, Dumbledore did a series of spells. Then he said, "The password shall be 'Chocolate Frogs.' Please inform me if you are going to go to Hogsmeade." Dumbledore added. He walked away.

"Chocolate Frogs," Harry said. The portrait opened up and we walked inside. It was quite spacious for just the two of us. The room was blue and red; Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. There were two doors leading off of the front room. I went through one of them. It was a bedroom decorated with blue and purple. 'The other one must be red and gold,' I thought. I turned around and Harry was right behind me. "So Luna, what 'really' happened to your arms?" Harry asked.

"Nothing! I already told you that," I said. I'm pretty sure that he could tell I was lying.

"Then how come your arms are still bleeding?"

"They're not bleeding anymore, are they?" I asked, I pulled down my sleeves and looked. They weren't bleeding anymore.

"See? I knew there was something wrong with your arms. Let me see them." Damn it! Harry tricked me. There's no use hiding them now, is there? I held out my arms to Harry. He looked at them. There were many cuts down both my arms, most of them just pink scars. "What did you do?" Harry asked.

"This," I said. I took out a knife out of my pocket. I pressed down the cool blade against my flesh and it started bleeding. Then I did it to my other wrist. I opened up lots more cuts. Before I could open anymore, Harry took the knife away from me.

"Why did you take my knife away, Harry? Give it back."

"No!" he said. "Why do you cut yourself like that? It's really dangerous. First of all, you could get infected or sick from it. Second, you can black out alot from it...... Wait, that's why you were lying on your bed! You blacked out! Urgghhhh..... Third, usually people that cut themselves are forced to get help. I don't think you would like that. But I just can't believe you, Luna!" Harry went out of the room, taking the knife with him. I followed him into his room. "I'm sorry Harry, but I 'want' to do this. It's my choice what I do to my body. So don't stop me. All those times I've blacked out, I was so close to death. But then I would come back and live. Harry don't stop......" (A/N nobodys POV.) Luna cut off. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she fell to the floor. Luna blacked out.

*** (Luna's POV.) What.... Where am I? I was in a white bed. There were many other white beds around me. I was in the Hospital Wing. I sat up and looked around. Harry was asleep on a chair next to my bed. It was dark outside so it was clear night. I got up and woke Harry up. "I can't believe you brought me here!" I whispered to Harry. "But you blacked out, so I brought you here."

"I blacked out?! I blacked out?! Harry don't bring me here if I black out. I 'want' to black out. Never bring me back here again if I black out." I said. "I'm probably going to get into trouble now."

"I didn't say 'why' you blacked out. I just said you were talking and then you just...... blacked out." Harry got up and walked out of the Hospital Wing. Then Madam Pomfrey came over.

"Get into your bed. Now! Ill students even before the year starts! What next?" She gave me some Pepper-Up potion. "I don't know what caused you to black out, but you seem fine now. You may leave." I got up and walked to the third floor. I went into the common room(?) for the area Harry and I were staying. I went over to his room and knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"What do you want?" asked Harry. I opened the door and went in. There was blood on the floor from where I had fallen earlier.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you back down there," I said.

"It's okay," said Harry. I walked over to Harry's bed and sat down next to him. He sat up and looked at me. "Luna I have to tell you something. I really like you. But I can't like you if you cut yourself. You are harming yourself and your body. Please stop it. Don't commit suicide. Why do you just want to throw your life away?" Harry asked.

"It's not worth living anymore. My mum and my dad died. I barely have any friends. Lots of people make fun of me. It's just not worth living anymore. That's all I can say." I walked out of his room and went into mine. I sat in my room for hours just staring into space. Why did everything have to be so hard for me? Why was I put here? Why do I exist? I sat there for hours more. It was now about 8 at night. I grabbed a bottle of ink and brought it into the bathroom. I smashed it in the sink. I grabbed one of the peices of broken glass and brought it into my room. I cut myself with it. Ink from the glass ran along my arm. "Urggghhhhhh.... Damn it!" I had forgotten how much it had hurt to cut with glass. I did the same with the other arm. The only different between these two cuts and all the others on my arm was that these ones went all the way down my arms and they were deep. It hurt incredibly. I kneeled down on the floor in pain. Ink and blood mixed together. Blood flowed out of the cuts, as ink flowed into them. It was the most pain I had ever felt in my whole life. Nothing had ever hurt this bad; not even the Cruciatus Curse. "Ah, shit." I let out a small scream from all the pain and fell back onto my back. The pain was insufferable. Harry must have heard me because he came running into the room.

"Luna!" he shouted. He got down on the floor on his knees. "What did you do?" I pointed to the piece of glass that was on the floor. It was covered with blood and ink. My arms were covered in blood and ink. My clothes were soaked. "But how did you make those cuts?" Harry asked. I started pointing to the piece of glass on the floor but I started to black out again. (A/N Harrys POV.)

"Luna, LUNA!" I yelled. Luna was lying limply on the floor. I got up and picked her up. I carried her back to the Hospital Wing. Ink and blood were soaking my clothes. It was amazing how much she was bleeding. When I got there, I laid her down on a bed. I went to Madam Pomfrey's Office and knocked on the door. "What now?" she asked. I pointed at Luna. "My goodness!" exclaimed Madam Pomfrey. "What happened to her?"

"I don't know! I heard her scream and went into her room. I found her on the floor."

"Go get some damp rags!" said Madam Pomfrey. I went into the bathroom and took some rags. I turned the facet on and soaked the rags. I wrung them out so they weren't dripping. I brought them back out to Madam Pomfrey. She took them and used them to wipe all the blood and ink of her arms. "These are some very deep cuts. Do you know how she gained these?"

"No," I said even though I did, or at least I thought I did.

"Are you sure? Because if you do, you need to speak of it. These cuts and black outs are very serious. There are also lots of tiny cuts and scars on her arms, but none like these two." Now that Luna's cut were cleaned out, or at least for those few seconds before they started bleeding again, I could see that her cuts were incredibly deep. "Here, take these and go put them in the sink. I'm going to try to heal these cuts, but it might be harder because of whatever caused the cuts. Do you have any idea what caused the cuts? A sharp knife, a piece of glass, a dagger.... Anything could have a great influence on the cuts." I went to the bathroom and put the rags down in the sink. My hands were covered in Luna's blood and ink. My clothes were also soaked. I went back out to Luna's bed.

"What ever made these cuts must have had a spell on it. They don't seem to be able to heal with magic, or even close. I think the only way to close these is for her to get stitches. It's a procedure Muggle-doctors do to close cuts like this. Go get Dumbledore and tell him to come over here." I left the room, running. I was almost to Dumbledore's Office when I spotted Dumbledore in the corridor. "Sir," I gasped. "Madam Pomfrey.... needs you.... to come to the.... Hospital Wing."

"Why, what happened?" asked Dumbledore. We walked through the corridors with a quick pace. "Luna has two giant cuts on her arms. Madam Pomfrey tried to heal them. But then she said that whatever caused the cuts must have had a spell on them so that they can't be healed or closed-up by magic."

"Well, we shall see what we can do to help." When we got to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pomfrey had had rags tied around Luna's arms above the cuts. Her cuts were still bleeding badly. "Headmaster, sir, Ms. Lovegood has two very severe cuts. They won't stop bleeding or close up. Whatever has caused the cuts must of had a spell on it so that you can't heal the cuts by magic. I think the only way to close them is to have her get stitches. Stitches are a medical procedure that muggle-healers use to close cuts like these. The only problem is, I don't know how far away one is. Well, we must find one."

"Let us go. Arthur Weasley might know where a muggle-healer is. I believe they are called Doctors. I' m going to go contact Arthur now. Poppy, is your fireplace hooked up to the Floo-Network?" "Yes." Dumbledore got down on his knees and threw some Floo-Powder in the fireplace, saying "The Burrow," while sticking his head in the fire. None of us knew what Dumbledore was talking about with Mr. Weasley. "Harry, please go and get Luna's cloak." I ran through the corridors until I got to the place we were staying at. I went into her room and grabbed her cloak. There was lots of blood and ink on the floor. But also on the floor was a piece of glass. It was covered in ink and blood. This must have been what Luna was pointing at earlier! I thought. I picked up the piece of glass and started running back to the hospital wing. Dumbledore was standing up and talking with Madam Pomfrey. "Good, good," said Dumbledore. "We are going to Floo- over to Mr. Weasley's house. From there we can go get a muggle- healer. Harry, would you please carry Luna?"

"Yes," I said. I laid her cloak down on top of her and picked her up. "And Madam Pomfrey," I said. " I found this on the floor of Luna's room." I gave the piece of glass to Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, what ever this piece of glass came from, it was obviously charmed."

"Poppy, are you going to come with us?"

"No, I'm going to stay here and find out what this piece of glass is from."

"You go first, Harry," said Dumbledore. I walked over to the fireplace, grabbed some Floo-powder. I stood in the fireplace and muttered, "The Burrow." Green Flames engulfed Luna and I in a swirling motion. I landed with a thump. Luckily, I didn't fall over. I walked out of the fireplace. Mr. Weasley came over and helped me carry Luna out of the fireplace. I laid her down on the couch. Just then, Dumbledore appeared.

"Arthur, do you know how far away the nearest muggle-healer is?"

"Yes, there is one down the street. But its about two leagues down the road."

"Shall we start off?" asked Dumbledore. I picked up Luna and we started walking down the street. As we walked, the sun went lower and lower in the sky. As we got closer, a sign in bright red light with a red cross on it was visible. When we finally got there, we went inside and walked up to the desk.

"Yes?" a lady asked from behind the desk. "Yes, My, er, daughter has two severe cuts on her arms."

"How severe are they?" I took Luna's cloak off her. The lady looked at them. "Yes, they are quite severe. It looks like she needs stitches. Now do you have your insurance card with you?" she asked. Dumbledore took out of is pocket something that was supposedly a wallet. He opened it and took out a card. "Yes, I do." He handed her the card. Dumbledore winked at me. There is something strange about that man...... I went over to the seating area and sat down. I put Luna in the chair next to mine. I was covered in blood. So was Luna. I went over to the bathroom. Inside were some disposable towels. I grabbed a bunch and went back out. I dabbed Luna's arms with the paper towels. She had still not stopped bleeding. I used a few towels to wipe away some of the blood and ink from my clothes. I sat there and watched the tv that was on. It was showing a show called South Park. It had just started. There were these little kids who swore alot. The kids went to a place called Raisins. One of the kids went Goth (GO- oh shit what was your name?) over all, it was a pretty wierd show. The next show was also very weird. It was about people older then me. I decided to go over and see what was taking so long.

"What's taking so long?" I asked Dumbledore.

"I have lots of paper work to do."

"Oh," I said. I went back over to the seating area. Luna looked very beautiful, considering that she was bleeding. I pulled her hair back away from her face. I gave her a light kiss on the forehead. Dumbledore came over.

"I think I am finally done with that paper work. It takes forever. I just hope that they can help her before it's too late. Has she stopped bleeding?"

"No," I responded. I felt her forehead. It was getting colder. "She's getting colder. Luna's losing too much blood." I went back over to the bathroom and got more towels. I walked back over and tried to get up all the blood. We had been sitting there for about 45 minutes. 15 minutes later, a nurse came out into the hall and said,

"Luna?" I picked Luna up and carried her over to the nurse. "Follow me," he said. (note this is a man.) We followed the nurse into the backroom. It was full of white beds with curtains. He directed us to an area in the back. "You may set her down. Another nurse will be with you in a moment." I set Luna down on the bed. Just then another nurse came in.

"Hi. I need to ask you some more questions," said the nurse.

"Okay," said Harry.

"When is her birthday?"

"Er, 19th January, 1981," I answered. I wasn't sure though.

"Height?"

"5'9"," I guessed.

"Weight?"

"120." How should I know?

"Has she started her period yet?"

"Errrrr...." What does she mean, 'period'? "Judging by her age, I would think so," said the nurse. The nurse went on and on with questions. Finally, she said, "The doctor will be with you shortly."

"Finally!" I exclaimed. "How do muggles survive all this questioning before they're treated?"

"I don't know why they have to have every living detail about you. Can't you just take their name, problem, and try to fix it? How hard is that?!" exclaimed Dumbledore. "So, how is she doing?"

I walked over to Luna. She was still bleeding badly. I felt her forehead. It was colder then earlier. Her skin was growing pale. "She's colder, still bleeding badly, and is going pale."

"They'd better do something, quick." added Dumbledore. Just then a docter walked through the door. "Evening," he said. He walked over to Luna. "Oh, she is in bad shape. How long has she been like this?"

"A couple of hours?"

"A couple of hours?!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't anyone tell me about this! She has lost alot of blood. How did she aqquire these cuts?"

"We don't know. I heard a small scream from inside her room. I went over to her room and she was on the floor." I answered.

"These are quite severe. I'll have to stitch them up quickly. Luckily she is unconcious, because it hurts more if I do it fast." He walked over to a table and opened the drawer. He took some things out of the drawer. He had a pair of scissors, some thread, and a needle. "You might want to turn around if you are squeamish," he added. I looked away. I think Dumbledore looked away too. About five minutes later, the doctor said, "You can turn around now. I have stitched up the cuts and they have stopped bleeding. However, she has lost too much blood. She will have to drink this," he said pointing to a goblet of something, "to regain her blood."

"A blood replenishing potion?" asked Dumbledore.

"Why, yes. How did you know that?"

"Have you ever heard of the man Albus Dumbledore?"

"Yes, he is greatly known."

"Well you are talking to he." The doctor stood there in awe.

"Are you serious? But then why would you have brought her here to a muggle emergancy room?"

"Magic wouldn't've sealed or healed her cuts. The medi-witch at Hogwarts wasn't able to fix it. So we came here to see if 'stitches' would heal or close them. It appears that they did close up the cuts and now have stopped bleeding. Please give her the potion."

"Oh yes," he said. He leaned Luna up in a sitting position and gave her the potion. A little leaked out of the corner of her mouth. "Well, her blood should be replenished for now. But I don't know when she will re-gain conciousness," he said. What did he mean, he didn't know when she would re- gain conciousness? I was really worried about Luna.

"Sir, couldn't you just revive her with a spell?"

"We could, but it might effect the process of Luna's healing. What would be best is just to let her be and let her wake when she's ready. Doctor, how far away is Little Whinging, Surrey?" (did i spell that right?)

"I think that it's about twenty leagues away from here. Why?"

"Well, my nephew, here, needs to gather his belongings from his other relatives. Isn't there anyway that we could get there by not walking?"

"The only way I would know besides Apparating or Floo-ing is to drive. You could borrow my car, if you would like."

"That would be most appreciated," said Dumbledore. The doctor reached into his pocket and took some keys out. "It's the dark blue truck in the back. Please be careful with it."

"Come on, then." Dumbledore and I left the place. Out in the back, there was a dark blue truck. Dumbledore opened the door and got in. I got in the other side. "Sir, do you know how to drive?" I asked. "No, but the car will." Dumbledore pointed his wand at the ignition and said some words that sounded like they were in Latin. A white light came out of his wand and the car started. "4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, Please." The car started driving. It stopped at the end of the driveway because there was a stop sign. It then continued to drive. It kept to the speed limit and stopped at the lights. Finally, we arrived at Privet Drive. "Sir, what about my uncle and aunt? They will probably not let me in the house since I've been gone for 2 days." "I'll handle that part." We got out of the truck and walked up the drive to the house. Dumbledore knocked on the door. An irritable Uncle Vernon came to the door. It opened with a bang against the wall.

"You, boy! What do you want?" He was clearly mad.

"To take my things and leave!" I walked in right past him. I went upstairs to my room. I shoved everything in my trunk and closed it. I closed the door on Hedwig's cage. I dragged Hedwig and my trunk downstairs. "I'm ready to go," I told Dumbledore. I went out the door. I put my trunk in the bed of the truck and took Hedwig to the front with me. Dumbledore was in the truck already. He started the truck up and we went back to the emergency room-place. I walked over to Luna and felt her forehead. She wasn't getting any warmer, yet she wasn't getting any colder. She wasn't gaining any colour back in her face, either.

"She will be fine once she regains consciousness. All though, I'm not quite sure why she hasn't regained her colour or got warmer. But once she wakes up, she'll be able to leave. But she will have to come back in two months to get her stitches removed," said the doctor.

"I will put her arms in slings so that it won't be as easy for them to knock into something. And also try to keep the cuts covered half of the day and un-covered the other half of the day. If they are any problems, signs of infection, or anything, just send me an owl." He left the area.

"Well, Harry," said Dumbledore. "All we can do know is sit and wait for Luna to gain consciousness." I sat there, watching Luna. She still was gaining any colour. I pushed her hair back. She looked really beautiful. But wait..... what was that on her neck? I looked closer at her neck. There were two holes about 1 1/2 - 2 cm apart. There was dry blood around them. "Sir," I said. "There's something on Luna's neck." Dumbledore rushed over next to my side. He bent down and observed her neck. He then pulled back. "Do you know what it is?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, yes." What did he mean, 'unfortunately'? "It appears that Luna has been bitten by a vampire. It seemed to happen a few days ago. Yet she's still alive so...." he cut off.

"But what do you mean, 'she's still alive'?" I asked.

"The only way someone lives or is still being after being bitten by a vampire is to become a vampire. The only way to become a vampire is to be bitten by a vampire and have the taste of that vampire's blood in your mouth. But I don't think she has completely become a vampire yet, though, because she didn't burn up in the sunlight." Dumbledore walked back over to his chair and sat down. "We'll have to be very careful now, because it will be dangerous for the other students. She might not mean to kill them, but she does do it anyhow. I didn't know that there were any vampires left around this part of the country. They haven't showed themselves for awhile now. I wonder how old the one was that bit her." Both Dumbledore and I just sat there; I was thinking about everything. I had heard legends about Vampires. They lived forever until they were killed. They lived in the same bodies, never changing. They actually weren't living. They were dead creatures walking. They bit and sucked the blood of others, most of the time killing the others. However hard they tried not to, they still would. They only way to kill them was to put a wooden stake through their hearts. I didn't want to have to kill Luna. I could never let someone kill her!

*** Luna was in there for a few days. Dumbledore and I took turns sleeping and keeping watch. And about a week later, we were still there. I had never been this bored and worried at the same time before. A doctor would come in and check on her every hour. One of the times, a doctor said that he thought she might have gone into a coma. ***

Okay. I'm sorry it took forever to get up. I will email this to my friend so she can put it up. Hopefully it will be up today!! P.S. good job LOTR and Peter Jackson at the golden globes last night. P.S. I've started chpt 15!! Luna