March

It's her birthday today, but nobody says anything as they walk past her, lost in there own lives. She doesn't care though, does she ever? And now that Harry is walking her to class and holding her hand after classes are done and they're watching Hermione and Ron play Chess….

She thinks that maybe now is the time to live. She thinks that maybe now she should concentrate on living, on being happy.

Maybe? Or maybe not?

She thinks her father still needs his Luna, his dreamy, naïve, innocent little Luna.

She'll stay his little Luna.

Harry wonders if, from being close to Luna, he is exposing her to his craziness.

Shoving her into the evils of the Death Eaters and of Voldemort.

Crashing into her life and he worries he won't be able to save her, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and all the ones he cares about from everyone he needs to kill.

He can't help but wonder if he really cares about anyone though.

At least…at least he has time.

Time is what keep everything from happening all at once.