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I linger in the doorway
of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name

The doors burst open and two unexpected faces popped out. Ginny and Collin stood in the doorway for a minor second before running to Luna's bedside. Ginny sat down on the side of Luna's bed, grabbing her hand and stroking it. Collin ran into Madame Pomfrey's office to get her. I wanted to ask what it was all about, but I decided I would most likely get more answers if I pretended I was asleep.

Collin came back a few minutes later, Madame Pomfrey in tow. She looked tired and crestfallen as she gazed at the two friends who wanted to speak with their fallen friend. She put a hand on Ginny's shoulder and squeezed comfortingly; she smiled sadly at Collin for a moment and cast a questioning gaze at me. She looked at me for a long time before giving a slight nod and turning back to the trio. She knew I was awake, but didn't comment on it.

Ginny and Collin both nodded their appreciation at Madame Pomfrey as she left them to themselves. Instead of going back to her office Madame Pomfrey came over toward my bed where she busied herself into organizing some potions and vials that I needed to take the next day. There was a slight bump from the door to the infirmary and Madame Pomfrey jumped looking toward the door. I pretended to be slightly awoken at this and turned toward the door to see who had come in. Albus Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge came striding in at a brisk pace.

Madam Pomfrey huffed and glared at Fudge. Her heels echoed across the silent infirmary as she waltzed over to where the pair was standing. Collin and Ginny looked up for a brief moment, shooting death glares in the new pair's direction, and went back to fussing over Luna. "Dumbledore," Madame Pomfrey whispered fiercely. "If you've come with basilisk blood, then hand it over now, if you don't have anything, I suggest you leave before I lose my patients."

Even though Madame Pomfrey had been addressing Dumbledore, it was Fudge who spoke. "Poppy, you know that I can't just hand it over to you, as much as I would like to. But, there is a new problem. We located it, but..."

Let me stay
where the wind will whisper to me
where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story

There was a dead silence as the whole room seemed to be waiting for Fudge's explanation. Fudge cleared his throat but couldn't continue, so Dumbledore finished for him. "It seems to be missing, Poppy." Madame Pomfrey gasped, placing a hand over her mouth.

"Stolen? When?"

"Just last week," Fudge said solemnly.

"This is horrible!" Madame Pomfrey said a hitch in her voice. "Absolutely horrible! What shall we do now, Dumbledore? There is no other cure!"

"We can only hope that it's soon," Dumbledore said sadly.

I kept telling myself to keep my eyes closed. I couldn't hold it much longer. I needed to make sure that these people were actually standing there. They were actually saying there was no cure, and that I would die! It wasn't as horrible as I thought. It was almost a comfort. I wouldn't have to worry about Malfoy and that stupid curse anymore. But even though I heard these things, I still wanted to make sure this wasn't a dream I was having.

With my eyes closed, I started to feel the long day I had start to take its toll on me. I was slowly drifting into a deep sleep. To this day I still blame it on that damn potion.

In my field of paper flowers
and candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
and watch my purple sky fly over me

I awoke sometime later that night. From the looks of it I would have guessed that it was early morning. The sky was turning a dull gray now instead the pitch black night. The sun would be out soon. I blinked, not believing my eyes. There were so many people just standing around in the infirmary. I saw Madame Pomfrey standing by her office door looking at face to face, not saying anything about disturbing her patients.

Harry and Ron stood between my bed and another looking around, not focusing on anything. Ginny and Collin sat on either side of Luna's bed looking like their favorite pet had just died. Dumbledore and Fudge stood by the big oak doors with two people I had never seen before.

It was a man and woman looking like that had both been rudely woken up. The man stood in his robe and pajama's, his hair messed up and his glasses on crooked. The woman had tried to fix herself up at least but failed miserably at it. Her hair was in a very messy awkward bun, her eyes bloodshot and watery, and her clothes wrinkled and crooked. The looked straight ahead for a while before they both simultaneously glanced in my direction. The gaze suddenly hardened. The man turned red and the woman started crying into a tissue.

The man took the woman by the hand. I now presumed that they were husband and wife. Glancing at their fingers I saw they wore a wedding band. People stopped their hushed whispers and looked at the couple. People moved out of their way making a clear path toward my bed.

"You!" The man yelled pointing a finger at me. "I can't believe this! How dare you even be in this room! Dumbledore! How can she be in this room? How can she live with the fact?" Dumbledore walked slowly toward my bed, standing between me and the angry couple. His eyes were tired and showed no twinkle. They almost seemed to be dead.

Don't say I'm out of touch
with this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare I built my own world to escape

"Please, Larry, be sensible about this," he pleaded putting a hand on Larry's shoulder.

Larry shrugged Dumbledore's hand off like he had somehow been burned. "Sensible! How in the hell can I be sensible?"

"Understand that she was in a different place."

"That's my point exactly! She should have been there! Merlin, she should have been there," he sobbed repeating that I should have been somewhere. I looked around the room trying to find an explanation to this. Harry and Ron looked at me like they had never seen me before. Ginny and Collin looked like they wanted to hurt me. Only Dumbledore seemed to look at me apologetically.

The teachers looked at me in different ways. I was surprised to see Trelawney smile. I never hated her as much as I did in that moment. She probably knew something that I didn't. I hate that. Professor Sprout, one of my favorite teachers looked like I had grown another head and she wanted to chop it off for me. Professor Flitwick seemed to look like a fish out of water. His mouth kept opening and closing like he wanted to say something. My favorite teacher, Professor McGonagall's eyes had sadness flowing through them and a single tear fell down her cheek.

But what surprised me more than Trelawney smiling is that my least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, had pride beaming in his eyes as he looked at me. I opened my mouth to ask him a question and he seemed to sense this. His eyes suddenly became hard and cold as always when he put his masks up again.

Nothing was making any sense. My arm was throbbing painfully. I couldn't breathe properly. I needed a potion daily and I hadn't gotten it yet. Madame Pomfrey came over to me and handed me a vial. I gulped it down trying not to be self-conscious as everyone looked at me.

The woman had stopped crying now and looked at me, her eyes the palest blue I had ever seen. Tears threatened to fall down her cheeks again as she said the simplest words I had ever heard, "I forgive you."

Forgive me for what, I do not know. I was happy she wasn't mad at me, but I didn't know what she was mad at me for in the first place! Some people gasped. Others stood there. Her husband looked at her like she was mad.

"Mary! I cannot believe you! She's the cause of all this and now you're forgiving her! Why would you do something that stupid?" He cupped her face trying to force her to see things her way.

"Because, our baby wouldn't want us to be mad," she whispered.

Larry looked passed her for a moment his face landing on the bed across the room. There was a white cloth laying over something. I gasped and tears of realization came in my eyes.

I hadn't noticed that Harry and Ron were now at my side trying to calm me down. I felt someone squeeze my hand but I couldn't get my gaze off the bed. I knew what was under it, and I knew why it was under it.

I did it.

Don't say I'm out of touch
with this rampant chaos - your reality
I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare I built my own world to escape

I couldn't hear anything in the room. Everyone was a blur. I felt people trying to connect with me, but I pushed them away. I slowly got out of my bed, my nightgown falling down to my ankles and flowing slightly as I walked the length of the room. I stood at the foot of the bed with the cloth. I bent down to my knees and prayed.

No one touched me. No one even dared to speak or move. If they had, I would have hurt them. I didn't care what happened to me now. Everything was closing in; I couldn't breathe in the place anymore. I got up from the ground, tears blinding my vision as I ran toward the door. McGonagal tried to reach out for me, but Snape put a hand out to stop her.

Someone whispered. The whisper echoed across the room and bounced into my eyes stabbing my heart. "She didn't know."

I left the room running toward the astronomy tower, trying to run from everything I had done.

When I reached the astronomy tower I glanced outside to the rising sun. The sky turned purple and orange. Chasing shadows from the grounds. In an instant I realized what had been said. When people had talked about the basilisk blood and the potion needed for someone to live they had not been talking about me.

They had been talking about Luna.

The goddess of imaginary light

Author's Note: Please don't hate me! You must understand that this is vital for the rest of the plot. I did not like writing it, but it had to be done. J.K. Rowling said she didn't like killing Sirius, but it had to be done. You'll see.

Thanks for the wonderful reviews! Dershana, you leave the greatest reviews. That totally made my day! May Day is just another thing for The First of May. People give baskets of candy to each other. And there's a pole thing that people dance around. We don't really celebrate it too much around where I'm from but it's still fun. I didn't go to prom cuz I'm a freshman and still too young to go. Oh well, there's plenty of time.

And to Juanita and Paula, it took me a while to find an efficient translator on the internet, but I did and thanks for the reviews!

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