A/N: I got lots of reviews! Wow! I wanted to clear a few things up for some of you, though.

MorphManiac: I started the story at the beginning of Harry's seventh year. I made the story a Luna/Harry ship because Luna intrigues me. However, I didn't actually include how everything got started with them. I wanted to leave that to the readers' interpretation.

equsitlyyours: The hotel and Godric's Hollow have a lot to do with the story. Notice Harry's dreams of what his parents went through...what happened at the hotel...what's supposed to happen to Harry, Luna, and Hermione. It is all interconnected.

Harry of Gryffindor: I have bumped Luna up a year to make the time frame fit with my story. I'm surprised some of the earlier reviewers didn't notice it, but you weren't the only one.

Someone also mentioned a change in Luna's personality. The story has a lot of twists in it, and a lot of surprises where the main characters are concerned. Luna was calmer in the beginning...you will notice she will change throughout the story as different things come along. As to my skipping around, I'm not trying to give anyone headaches. The spacers that are supposed to appear between my little switches are apparently not working...sorry 'bout that! Oh, and Luna isn't in Gryffindor. She has the password...let's call her an 'Honorary Gryffindor Member'...otherwise my set up wouldn't work!

Anyways, on with the story. Let's see if phox has figured out this chapter....

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More Than Yellowed Pages

Chapter Eleven

"As a treat, the end of the year exams will be cancelled," Dumbledore announced to the school, "for everyone except the seventh years. Sorry. There was nothing I could do to alter that. You need those tests to get a job...." He explained, and the cheers that had erupted earlier began to die down.

"You should be glad that we still have those tests..." Hermione quipped. "Your future depends on it."

"Yeah, sure..." smirked Ron, still rather embarrassed about what had happened to him. He glanced up. Luna was standing behind Harry.

Harry turned. "Hey," he smiled. "What are you up to today?"

"We're meeting your parents in Godric's Hollow. Dumbledore has asked them to help with the dance decorations. Didn't they tell you?" she asked.

Harry slapped his forehead. "That's right! The dance! I'd almost forgotten!" He grabbed Luna's hand. "Come on! We're going to be late!"

"That's what I was trying to tell you!" smiled Luna.

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"I'm telling you, Prongs, I don't like this place. I don't like it at all..." Sirius glanced at the ceiling suspiciously. He cringed. "Dumbledore, why can't we have the dance somewhere else?"

James sighed. "It's a school tradition, Padfoot. Besides..." James tossed the Daily Prophet to his friend, "look at the top story. I don't think we have much to worry about."

"What did we miss?" panted Harry, running into the room.

Lily laughed. "Calm down. You didn't miss anything." She wrapped her son in a hug. "You two ready for those tests?" she asked. "Thought about what you want to do?"

"I want to be an auror." Answered Harry. "Although, I don't know how much I'll have to do now that Voldemort is gone..."

James laughed. "Yes, well...good choice nonetheless. You just better hope old Snape passes you in Potions..."

Luna blinked. "Hmm. How is Professor Snape?" she asked. "Was Madam Pomfrey able to...err..."

Lily nodded. "He's perfectly fine."

"Attention everyone!" smiled Dumbledore. "We have a lot of work to do! We must make this place look marvelous for the Graduation Ball!" He looked around the room. "Any suggestions?"

Sirius pointed to the ceiling. "A sticking charm, perhaps?" he suggested. "You know, just in case..."

Dumbledore nodded. "All right. I think we can manage that," he smiled at Sirius with a look of great understanding on his face.

"What if we gave it a theme?" suggested Luna. "I mean, I know we're graduating and that's a theme, but what if we went a little beyond that?"

Lily nodded. "Hmm. Yes. I think I like that idea, Dumbledore. But what kind of theme should we go with? Are there any holidays coming up?" she rubbed her chin in thought.

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Hermione laughed. "Ron, you look like a crazy person with that thing on your head! Take it off!" she smiled. "Besides, if Harry saw you with that thing, he'd probably curse you to death..."

"All right..." Ron took the ornament off his head, and set it on his nightstand. He glanced over at Harry's four-poster. His father's dream journal was still on Harry's nightstand. "You think we ought to take that to him?" asked Ron.

"What?" Hermione looked over. "The journal? Why?"

"I don't know." Ron picked it up and flipped through the pages. He stopped.

"'Mione...hey, look. Today's date is in here...right here on the last page..." he pointed. Sure enough, written at the top of the page was May 5...although it was not seventeen years ago as the others had been, but present time.

Hermione frowned. "You think it's broken? Maybe we should take it to Harry's dad and ask? He did make it, after all..." she sighed.

"Maybe..." Ron agreed, picking up the book and heading for the common room. "Are you coming?" he asked Hermione. She nodded and followed him out.

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"Retro!" smiled Lily, dancing around the room with James. "This is going to be so much fun!"

"My parents have gone mad," whispered Harry.

"No...I think they're just in a good mood..." Luna smiled.

Ron ran into the room with Hermione. "Harry! Dumbledore! Mr. Potter! You have to see this!" he announced, holding the dream journal in the air.

James stopped dancing around the room with Lily. "What is it?" he asked.

"The book...look at it...today's date is in there...." Ron pointed out.

"We thought you might know what that meant," Hermione explained.

James's eyebrow rose. He blinked several times. "Odd...I didn't put anything in there beyond when Harry was born. Dumbledore? You might want to see this..."

"You didn't put anything else in there?" asked Dumbledore.

"No. Lily and I...err...died before I could put anything else in there. The last thing I remember adding in here was the day Harry was born..."

"What could this be, then?" asked Dumbledore.

"I don't know," whispered James. "We might have to wait and find out..."

"But dad! I thought that all this stuff would be over once Voldemort was..." Harry stared at the Daily Prophet, which Sirius still clenched in his hand.

James shrugged. "I don't know what it is, Harry."

"I don't like that you don't know, James. That worries me..." Lily frowned. "I mean, if you made it, then who else could put anything in it? It doesn't make any sense..."

"Apparently, someone else did put something in it." He whispered. "Dumbledore? Lily and I are going to stay in Gryffindor tower tonight. I want to find out what this is..."

"I see no problem with that," nodded Dumbledore, staring at the book with great confusion. "Report to me straightaway." He ordered, and quietly left the hotel.

Harry's parents followed him up the grand staircase that night. He left Luna on her proper floor, and headed towards Gryffindor tower. The fat lady was sleeping when he got to the portrait hole.

"Excuse me?" Harry whispered.

"Oh...ah...what's the password?" groaned the fat lady.

"Coffee bean." Harry replied, and the portrait swung open.

Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Neville were sitting up waiting for him in the common room. Ron was petting Crookshanks, who was sitting comfortably on Hermione's lap. Hermione was reading a thick book entitled Magical Mysteries Explained. Neville and Ginny were sitting at one of the tables playing a game of Exploding Snap.

"You guys waited up for me?" he asked. They nodded.

Hermione closed her book with a snap. "Apparently," she said matter-of-factly, "the whole 'history repeating itself' thing has happened a couple times before. All those times were different, though..."

"How do you mean?" asked Harry's father from behind him.

Lily cleared her throat. "All the other times, the repetition has had something to do with a spell or potion going awry....and the actual repeated stuff hasn't been eighteen years old. The farthest anything has gone back prior to everything that's happened now has been...a month?" Lily tried it out.

"Two. You were close," Hermione smiled.

James stared at Lily, a look of awe on his face. "How did you know that?"

"I, unlike you, James Potter, like to read...." She smirked.

Harry frowned. "That is kind of odd, though. It did seem to repeat. Even Dumbledore said so...but the stuff in your journal hasn't all happened yet...there was that stuff in-between..." he glanced at his father.

"Maybe Voldemort being captured broke the loop?" suggested Lily, and from the other side of the room, Ron nodded.

Harry sat down in his favorite red velvet chair. "But then how do we explain the new entry in dad's journal then? What's it there for?"

"That," whispered Hermione, "is what you are going to find out."

Harry nodded, and yawned. "Well, then, I'll be off to bed. I'll let you guys know what, if anything happens," he promised, and trudged up the stairs.

Lily and James sat down on the nearby couch. Lily yawned.

James sighed. "You all best get off to bed as well. I know tomorrow is only Sunday, but I'm sure you will all need your rest with those tests so close..." he suggested.

The four of them nodded. Hermione grabbed Crookshanks and followed Ginny up the stairs to the girls' dormitories. Ron rubbed his eyes and dragged himself in the opposite direction. Neville was the last to head upstairs. He had to first clean off the sticky goo that was all over his face after having beaten at Exploding Snap. He waved to Harry's parents as he walked up the stairs.

Lily frowned. "Should we be worried, James?" she asked him.

He seemed to think about this for a moment. "I don't think so, Lily. We'll have to wait and see what happens...."

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Harry tossed and turned in bed that night. At first, he didn't dream of anything at all. There was nothing. No sign at all that the journal would do what his father had made it to do. But then....

"Congratulations, seventh years! I'm very proud of you all!" It was Dumbledore. Harry recognized where they were: the hotel in Godric's Hollow. This had to be the night of the Graduation Ball. "Let us celebrate all of our triumphs this year! Have a great time, everyone!" With that, Dumbledore took his seat.

"I still say we should have made sure the Order would be around tonight. I'm still a little worried..." It was Sirius.

Harry's father laughed. "We are the Order, Sirius. Part of it, anyway. Besides, what is there to worry about? This isn't like last time. We never have to worry about Voldemort again..."

Lily shivered. "But last time was rather horrible," she frowned.

It was as if Harry was standing there, but he could not be seen. From his place near his parents and Sirius, Harry could see the various seventh years dancing around the room. There was Ron and Hermione, and sitting in a corner was he and Luna. The double doors to the hotel swung slowly open, and Professor Lupin walked in. He saw Sirius and Harry's parents, and headed in their direction.

"I've helped McGonnagal put the others to bed, and everything appears to be all right outside. Well, except...did Dumbledore order any fireworks?" he asked quietly.

Lily giggled. "That would probably be the work of the Weasley twins, Moony. Nothing to worry about, I'm sure..." she smiled.

"Ah," Lupin nodded. "I see."

Time passed. Everything seemed to be going fine from Harry's prospective. No evil witches or wizards, no ceilings falling on anyone (although he did notice Sirius looking up several times)...nothing out of the ordinary.

Ron and Hermione came up to Harry's parents. Harry's father smiled. "Having a nice time?" he asked them.

Ron nodded. "Hermione and I are going to go now. She's still worried about those N.E.W.T. tests." He shrugged. "Told her not to worry about it, but..." he rolled his eyes.

Hermione punched him in the arm. "Can you tell Harry we've gone back to the castle? We tried to tell him ourselves, but he's in Luna Land right now, so I don't think it has done us any good..." she explained. Harry's father smiled and nodded.

Harry watched as Hermione and Ron went out the double doors. He stayed where he was. Something important was supposed to happen here, at the dance, right? Why else would the journal show it to him? Only a couple minutes later, there were screams outside. Harry specifically recognized Ron's voice, which he could hear above almost everyone else's. Harry, his parents, Lupin, Sirius, and Dumbledore ran towards the door.

At first, Harry saw nothing outside. It was dark. Then, he noticed the crowd, which was gathered near the small sign that read 'Welcome to Godric's Hollow'. Ron ran up to Dumbledore, practically yanking on his beard.

"Dumbledore! Oh god! He just showed up, and then he was gone! I don't know what it was! She's hurt! Please...please help her!" he cried. Who was hurt? Harry ran towards the crowd. Hermione was lying on the ground, bleeding. Harry saw himself, Luna, and Dumbledore heading his way with several of the dance chaperones, including his parents.

"Hermione!" Harry heard himself scream.

Luna was on her knees next to Hermione. "Hermione! What happened? Who was it?" she asked her.

"Luna...step back please...that's it..." Dumbledore's unnaturally calm voice rang out.

Lily knelt where Luna had been just moments before. "Dumbledore...this wasn't any type of curse. It looks like it was done with a knife...I think she's been stabbed..."

"A knife?" Harry's father sounded puzzled. "Odd."

"Go get help!" Harry heard Ron scream. He turned around. The Weasley Twins were paler than usual as they watched Lily try and help Hermione. George disappeared with a pop.

A minute or so later, there was another pop, and George was holding onto Madam Pomfrey. Several people looked shocked at his speed. "Took a short cut," he explained. He pointed to Hermione.

Madam Pomfrey gasped. "Oh, my goodness!"

"Will she be okay? Will she?" demanded Ron.

Lily frowned and pulled him away. "Let Madam Pomfrey work her magic," she whispered. "I'm sure Hermione will be all right..." she sounded as if she were trying to convince herself. "Someone used a Muggle weapon..." she was thinking out loud. "I wonder who would do something like this? It doesn't make sense. I thought we'd finally gotten rid of Voldemort..."

"It wasn't him," whispered Ron.

Dumbledore turned his attention from Madam Pomfrey and Hermione to Ron. Harry watched himself and Luna take a step forward.

"Who was it, then?" Harry heard himself ask.

"It was Malfoy." Ron frowned.

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Harry woke with a start. He was sweating. He looked over. Ron still slept peacefully in his bed, although a substantial amount of light was now coming through the window between their two beds. He shivered, and slowly rose from his bed. Looking at the dream journal, he saw that several new pages were now full of handwriting, but, as it had been before, the handwriting was not his father's, but Harry's own. He gasped.

"Did I...did I put that in there somehow?" he whispered to himself. He picked up the book, threw on a large t-shirt, and quietly tip-toed from the room.

Downstairs, his parents were already awake. They were sitting by the fire eating omelets. Both of them looked up when they realized it was him who was coming down the stairs.

"So, do you know who wrote the other entry in there?" asked his father.

"Uh huh," Harry nodded slowly.

"What was it about?" asked his mother.

"The ball." He replied simply.

His father nodded. "Well then, who put it in there?"

"I did." Harry frowned.

"See, Lily, I told you there was nothing to...wait! What? You put it in there? But...how?"

"I don't know." Harry shrugged. "And it didn't finish. I didn't find out if Hermione was..."

"If Hermione was what?" demanded Ron suspiciously as he came down the stairs.

"If I was okay or not." Hermione answered. Harry had not noticed before, but Hermione had been sitting in a chair with Crookshanks, facing the fire.

Harry blinked. "But Hermione...did you...?" Harry stammered.

"Yes, Harry. I saw it, too. Last night after I went to sleep. I saw everything."

"What happened?" asked Ron.

"Malfoy." Harry answered simply.

His father nearly choked on his omelet. "What?! But Dumbledore said that the Malfoys were in Azkaban!"

"I know he did." Harry frowned, taking a seat next to his mother on the couch. "That's the part that I don't understand, either..."

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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, everyone! Hopefully the next chapter will be up soon!