Nothing. That's all Harry Potter could see. Nothing. It wasn't darkness; it wasn't anything, just nothing. And Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Although there was little to believe, that Nothing began to look like Something. Lights faded in on amazing swirls of color, dust formed into shape-less starbursts and the Something shifted forward. Amazed Harry looked behind him to find Luna, but instead the stairs had gone and there was another Something in their place. While turning to see it, Harry had moved his feet, not fully realizing that he was still surrounded by nothing, and fell.

It was the oddest thing he had ever experienced: he was falling hundreds of feet - maybe even miles - with a lot of Somethings going by and he wasn't frightened at all. Partly because it was rather calming and partly because he doubted that there was anything to fall into.

He was pleasantly drifting along in Nothing when one of the Somethings
became violently angry with another and there was a blinding light. Luckily Harry wasn't exactly blinded and as his eyes adjusted Luna as helped up off the attic floor.

"Beautiful, wasn't it?"

"Excuse me?"

"The show. It's different every time, but that was the first nebula
explosion I'd ever seen. It's amazing what's out there, don't you think?"

" You mean, that was-"

"It was several things, really. One of them looked like the Milky Way
Galaxy but the other three nearest to it, I didn't recognize. I tried to locate Andromeda, but nothing seemed right. Did you recognize anything? I might have missed something, you know."

"I wasn't paying much attention, I, er- didn't, I mean – I couldn't figure…"

"It was a skeptaphoto, sort of like muggle films, only those are the same every time. I believe muggles now have three-dimensional films, with red and blue eyewear, supposedly more realistic then normal films – but they just look like the characters are attacking you. I really have no idea what they would do with magic – they come up with so many things already."

Luna was walking all around the attic, putting the skeptatphoto away in
potently green case while she said this. The room had darkened again and Harry could vaguely see the stairway in its rightful place and he picked up his wand by the door. He steadied himself with a hand on the wall and sat down on a chair, not realizing that Luna had set her wand down on the same chair until there was a loud SNAP! and Luna turned to him, wide-eyed, with hair and clothing still swaying but body and mind completely still.

A sudden fear crept through Harry as Luna stared at him. She advanced
forward, menacingly, looking down at him from a raised chin. His was afraid to break their gaze but even more scared to keep it up. With the slightest movement to remove himself from her path there was another loud SNAP! and he winced, turning from her.

"Well that's a relief," She sighed and relaxed.

"What? I just broke your wand!"

"Yes, but you also broke your own,"

"And how is that relief!?!"

"Tisk, tisk. The burden of a muggle existence,"

She grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him out of the way to retrieve the two broken wands (3/2 off of the chair and 1/2 out of Harry's back pocket) and Lit the chandelier above them. Every other light in the room followed suit and Harry the actual attic for the first time. Luna had disappeared behind one of the numerous doors and Harry glanced around the room. It was large, but crooked and looked as though it had once been the bottom floor of the Burrow. The rooms lead by the many doors looked just as commodious as the room he occupied. It was a large common room with tall fireplace and sheeted sofas. Spider webs lined the panels and dust cluttered the floor. Paintings and glass casings tainted by age and pipes bruised the walls, Henry's form of art. Harry walked further in and stumbled on a large, hard, gargoyle. It grinned up at him and returned to its former position.

He walked around exploring the old and adding a new sight to the portrait inhabitant's memory. They all looked at him curiously and twittered to themselves, wondering weather he spoke or not. Harry had never realized how observant silence was; almost as in a gallery, he strolled among the pictures aimlessly, randomly diverting his attention to anything that looked more interesting at the moment. Luna burst through the door and became the most intriguing in the room thing to Harry. She turned immediately and exited to the right, through a door which Harry followed, leaving behind hushed voices.

He entered a hallway but not fast enough to see which of the at least twenty doors Luna had chosen. He was welcomed by the strong crack of a losing door and the hush, then roar of cruel voices: snickers crowded the room as he tripped on the rug, sighing echoed at the opening of five more hallways, and disappointment rang in his ears when he stumbled onto a chair. Harry sank in his chair with defeat.

"She doesn't want to be found, you twit!" a gray wizard shouted from the wall; he seemed more recent then the others.

"How do you figure?" Harry sat up, slightly interested.

"If she wanted to be found, you wouldn't be alone, would you? She's clever; wait for a clue." He cast a knowing eye down at Harry.

Immediately following was a soft musical sound, nearly bells. Harry looked out of his disappointment and smiled. She was singing. He rushed at the door heading the hallway and pressed his ear to it.

"That's a boy, don't go scaring anybody off."

"I hardly think that Luna is easily scared," he kept his ear to the door and closed his eyes. It wasn't anything he had ever heard, but it was like something he had seen; it was the perfect description of Luna.

Du gamla, du fria, du fjällhöga Nord, du tysta, du glädjerika sköna! Jag hälsar dig, vänaste land uppå jord, din sol, din himmel, dina ängder gröna. Din sol, din himmel, dina ängder gröna.

Harry hadn't heard much music over the summer and this made up for it in spades. The song was husky, strong and like an echo, but somehow delicate the way she sang. He could live and die at that door; just listening in on something so public, yet she sang like no one was there, off in her own world again.

Du tronar på minnen från fornstora dar, då ärat dit namn flög över jorden. Jag vet, att du är och du blir vad du va r. Ja, jag vill leva, jag vill dö i Norden. Ja, jag vill leva, jag vill dö i Norden.

She knocked something solid over with the last note, and with out exclamation, put it right again. As she set it back on a wooden table she muttered, "You may come in no w, Harry."

Not having to be told twice, he scrambled up and opened the door. He exited a lonely hallway and entered a warm kitchen, scatted with pots and open stoves and adorned by ceramic titles and marble counters. Luna had lit all of the stoves and arranged the sheeted furniture around them. She was bustling about, putting this in that oven and something completely different in another. While levitating a cookbook, and having a bit of her apron wipe powder off her nose, Harry wondered d if she knew that she was an underage witch.

"Luna-"

"Quiet, Harry. Henry is in the other room sleeping. Sing if you have something to say," Luna spoke quietly. Harry had no talent for singing and didn't want to subject anyone - let alone Luna - to t hat. Then again...

"Oh, darling! Please believe me! I'll never do you no harm," His voice cracked repeatedly as he continued the song. Luna turned to him andraised pale eyebrow. He was so involved inthe songthat he forgot what he was saying to her. She sat down as he went through his best air guitar and whatched the performance with dignity though he had little left.

"WHEN YOU TOLD ME, YOU DIDN'T NEEEED ME ANNYYMOORE,"

And it went on like that for several minutes until he had turned over every chair, played the imaginary instrument with his teeth several times and fell to the floor, exhausted. He heard polite clapping and then Luna's head appeared obove him.

"Are you finished?"

"I think so."

"Good, we have a lot of work to do."