Redivivus
Chapter 8: Bona fide

Notes: I would be lying if I said that this wasn't the easiest chapter to write, because this is basically the one I've been looking forwards to writing ever since I came up with the idea for this story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

Speaking of nothing... because it's summer and I have a lot of time on my hands, I made a site for this fanfic. It's up at redivivus&nowings&net (replace the &s with dots) and has character bios, background information, notes and stuff like tht. Just in case you're like me and have way too much time on your hands. ;)

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As Harry stepped out of the Floo station and into Diagon Alley, he instantly knew that something was wrong. Most things were just as usual. All the stores were open, people were walking around, shopping and talking. Diagon Alley was bustling with activity with nothing out of the ordinary. But it was the posters covered every inch of every wall with the text "1000 GALLEON REWARD FOR LUNA LOVEGOOD" that told Harry that something was wrong.

Very wrong.

Spotting a boy in a cap waving newspapers around and shouting out headlines, Harry dropped his trunk immediately and ran over to him. He dug into his pockets for a few coins and gave them quickly to the boy, not even noticing that the amount he had paid was worth the entire stack of newspapers. Forgetting or perhaps even ignoring that he was supposed to get change from the boy, Harry quickly grabbed the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. Bold and black letters shouted out the headline to him.

AURORS CONTINUE SEARCH FOR LOVEGOOD
MINISTER MALFOY HOLDS PRESS CONFERENCE

Harry stared at the words in disbelief. What had happened to Luna? Why was there a reward and why were the Aurors after her? What the hell was going on!

Flipping to the middle of the newspaper, he spread it out wide so that he could see everything. Along with a large section of text were pictures of Luna. Harry came to the conclusion that most of the pictures had to be pretty recent, seeing as the majority of them were taken when she was at the Daily Prophet office. Luna's eyes stared back at him and smiled, in one of the pictures she was busy writing and in the other she was quietly observing a plant. Tearing his eyes from the pictures, Harry turned to the article itself.

Aurors and ministry officials continue to search for Luna Lovegood, the only identifiable member of the Resistance group that infiltrated the WWN station last Saturday.

Suddenly all the bustling sounds of Diagon Alley disappeared and all that was left were heavy silence and the sound of his heart pounding fast. Harry stared at the words with wide eyes, his mind empty and his heart feeling nothing but cold shock. The words seemed to stand out and shout at him.

Aurors. Luna. Member. Resistance. Infiltrated.

He did not know for how long he stood like that, feeling as if time had stopped and all that was left was him and his own feeling of how everything just seemed wrong. Everything seemed heavy and numb at the same time. The words echoed inside his mind. Luna. Resistance. They were repeated over and over again. Each time he heard them he felt the same disbelief as he had done at first.

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?"

Harry looked up from the newspaper to see the boy looking curiously at him. Mumbling an excuse, Harry turned around and walked away. With heavy footsteps he dragged himself to the entrance of the Floo station where he had left his trunk. There he ignored all the curious stares people gave him, sat down on his trunk and opened the middle section of the newspaper again. Once again he tried to read the article, but the words seemed to jumble together in a weird mess when he read, as if he could not concentrate enough for it to make sense. While staring at the article he could only manage to make out bits and pieces of sentences.

...daughter of a Swedish journalist... Philander Phillips, editor of the Daily Prophet... "Disgrace to have had such an employee here, if I had known..." ...message through WWN sent out to all households... Minister Malfoy chose to address the situation this morning with a press conference...

Skimming a huge part of the article, Harry looked further down on the page to see another article about the press conference with a short summary and actual quote from Lucius Malfoy himself.

"The incident at the WWN station was caused by the Resistance, whose message is nothing short of a propaganda message broadcasted with the sole intention of provoking the ministry. As of this morning the only one who has been identified is Luna Lovegood. We have made finding Luna Lovegood our top priority and we expect full cooperation from everyone to ensure that this rebel and traitor to our Lord and land will be captured."

Gone was the hollow numbness that Harry had felt upon first reading the article. In its stead was brewing anger and it took every bit of self-control he had to not tear the newspaper into pieces. Frowning deeply, he grabbed his trunk and forcefully dragged it with him as he headed back inside the Floo station. There he went towards the nearest fireplace, ignoring queues and protests as he pushed himself forward. Once he was standing inside a fireplace, he grabbed a fistful of Floo powder.

"MALFOY MANOR!"

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The next thing Harry knew was that he appeared in surrounded by flames in the fireplace inside Lucius Malfoy's private study. He was by no means unnoticed, upon his arrival he saw Lucius and Bellatrix standing by the desk. They appeared to be in the middle of a discussion but both jumped, startled by Harry's sudden and unannounced appearance.

"Harry... are you back already?" Bellatrix asked and started to approach Harry with a smile.

But no smile or greeting ever reached Harry's mouth. His expression was set in stone, he was upset, angry and he demanded some answers. As he stepped out of the fireplace Bellatrix's smile faded and even Lucius appeared to be somewhat surprised over his sudden and unexpected anger. Harry paid no mind to their reactions. He walked straight past Bellatrix and over to Lucius, standing stoically before the older man.

"I demand to know what is going on," Harry said through gritted teeth. "Why have you marked out Luna Lovegood as a traitor?"

"Marked out?" Lucius repeated, his confidence returning to him quickly. "I haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about."

"You held a one hour press conference dedicated to it, don't pretend that you don't know a thing about it!" Harry shouted, losing the little control he had over his anger. "I am going to kill you for what you've done!"

Bellatrix suddenly rushed forward, holding Harry back just as he was about to circle the desk and physically attack Lucius. The former struggled against her grip, his anger was so great that he was seriously thinking about pushing his adoptive mother aside just so that he could pummel Lucius with his bare fists.

"Harry, stop, listen!" Bellatrix urged.

"He framed Luna!" Harry yelled. "He put up a reward for..."

"That I did," Lucius replied calmly from his side of the desk. "But frame her? I'm afraid that Miss Lovegood did a pretty good job on that on her own."

Still held back by Bellatrix, Harry suddenly froze and stared at Lucius blankly.

"What are you talking about...?"

"Perhaps it's better to show you rather than tell," Lucius continued. He reached for a small device on his desk, on resembling a small jewellery box. Curving his thin lips into a satisfied smile, he opened the box. The box itself was empty, but once Lucius opened it a familiar voice slipped out.

Luna's voice.

"...who should we really be fighting? Should we really live in a society where we are unable to express our thoughts because of fear of our lives being taken, our friends and family being harmed? Is blood so important that we use it as an excuse to harm others? Purebloods, muggleborn, halfbloods, we are no different from each other. In the end we are all people, neither superior och inferior in comparison. Are we really living at all if we live fearful of what will happen if we stand up against those who seek to prolong suffering and..."

Lucius closed the box abruptly and put it aside. Harry continued to stare at it silently.

"A group from the Resistance broke into the WWN station and broadcasted this message," Lucius told. "Unfortunately they hexed every witness so we have had a hard time identifying them, that is, except for Miss Lovegood. I must admit that she must be a very brave young woman to publicly reveal her voice like this, especially considering... your involvement."

Lucius smiled again and Harry felt sick to the stomach by the way he referred to his relationship with Luna. Still, he could not manage to say anything. All that he could do was to stare at the box, remember the words that had come out of it. That had been Luna's voice. Although a part of him wanted to fight it, he felt how reason slowly settled inside his mind, forcing him to think more clearly. He felt how Bellatrix slowly loosened her grip on him but remained standing by his side and with her hand on his shoulder. Meanwhile Lucius continued to ramble.

"I understand you perfectly, Harry," he went on. "You had no way of knowing the girl's true nature and that she was probably using you all along. No doubt did she benefit from your relationship although it is a good thing that this was revealed before anything between you became official. It is most unfortunate that the girl you were so infatuated with turned out to be a rebel rat."

Rebel rat.

That was the last drop.

Wriggling out of Bellatrix's grip, Harry promptly turned around and headed for the door. In the corner of his eye he saw Bellatrix slowly going after him slowly.

"Harry, she is not worth it..." she started.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!" Harry shouted, not even bothering to slam the door on his way out.

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The whole place was sealed up. From outside the windows were dark and showed no sign of anyone living there. From the inside the building the door was sealed off with a large sign saying "Off Limits, Authorized Ministry Personnel Only". Hit wizards had been there, not entirely unexpected considering that the Ministry had been looking for Luna since the moment that she had broadcasted her speech. At the moment there were still two of them there, standing further down the corridor and interviewing a man who appeared to be the owner of the building.

Harry stopped a few steps away from the door, staring at the sign blankly. The red letters of the sign gave him a feeling of a stern warning, similar to signs put up in Durmstrang in corridors where students were not supposed to go. There was a sudden strange feeling in Harry's stomach, as if he suddenly felt a terrible weight. In his mind, or perhaps his heart, Harry still could not believe what was going on. Everything was just surreal, like someone had trapped him in a nightmare the moment he had flooed back to England. That was why he had to see for himself. Coming here was an attempt to find out that it was all real or just pinch himself hard enough to wake up.

He slowly started to walk up to the door. The wooden floor creaked underneath him and it seemed to take an eternity before he finally reached the door.

"Excuse me... Sir? I am afraid that you can't go any further. This area is off limits."

Turning his head lazily to his right, Harry saw that one of the hit wizards had walked over to him and was attempting to prevent him from going further. But the moment Harry turned to him the expression on the hit wizard's face turned from a look of quiet boredom to shock. His reaction did not surprise Harry, almost wherever he went people recognized his face nowadays.

"I am sure you are perfectly aware of who I am," Harry spoke and reached for the doorknob.

The hit wizard suddenly placed himself between Harry and the door.

"I am terribly sorry, Sir, but only Ministry personnel is allowed in here," he apologized and looked like he was about to start sweating.

"I understand, but we all know under whose power the Ministry is," Harry retorted with the sudden aggression. "Perhaps you would like me to personally ask Lord Voldemort for permission to enter and thus inform him of this conversation?"

Much like Harry predicted, the hit wizard's face turned completely red and he started to sweat. He nervously stepped aside and moved away from Harry.

"Forgive me, of course you may enter... feel free to do whatever you like, Sir."

With that the hit wizard scampered back to his partner and to interviewing the landlord. Harry's hand closed around the doorknob and when it did not open he simply pulled out his wand. Quietly whispering "Alohomora" he pointed his wand at the lock and the door was immediately unlocked.

Trust the Ministry to use simple locking charms that can be broken by Alohomora, Harry thought bitterly as he put his wand back in the pocket of his robe.

He glanced briefly at the "Off Limits" sign again, then turned the doorknob and opened the door to Luna's flat.

The first thing he noticed was the smell of sweets, of all things. A faint scent of fudge lingered in the air, just enough to tease his senses. Harry opened the door fully and stepped inside the dark. The light from the corridor illuminated the hallway enough for Harry to find a lamp and turn it on. Once light flooded into the flat, Harry closed the door behind him, not wanting the hit wizards out in the corridor to bother him.

The flat was interesting, to say the least. It was small, with a combined kitchen and living room. A little further down was a doorway that Harry assumed led to the bedroom. If not for all the distractions around him, Harry might have felt slightly claustrophobic seeing as how used to the large and open room of Hogwarts he was used to. Lucky for him, there were plenty of distractions that made him forget how small the flat was.

Everything about the apartment screamed colours and more colours. Each wall was painted in different strong colours, the only thing in common was that they were strong and vibrant colours. None of those light, pastel or neutral colours that people usually preferred. Not even the furniture was spared from this. They were of different shapes, colours and materials, all spread out in the most illogical way Harry could imagine. There was a red armchair standing almost in front of the stove, a series of purple and yellow pillows lay on the floor in a curvy line from the kitchen to the living room as if to mark out a trail and the only table in the flat appeared to be no more than two feet high.

Feeling utterly confused, Harry just stood there and stared at the pillows. For a while all he could think about was why they were there. The hit wizards always searched a room but tried to leave it in as much of its original state as possible, which meant that Luna had probably placed the pillows there. Why did she do that? Was it to mark some sort of trail?

As if to test his theory Harry walked further, following the pillow trail and ending up in the living room. When the pillow trail ended he was standing by the table, no wiser than he had been a minute ago. Frowning, Harry searched the rest of the room with his eyes, staring at other decorations and objects. Aside from the unusual titles, the round bookshelf position in the centre of the room seemed to be or little importance. Sighing, Harry continued to the bedroom.

The bedroom was much smaller than the other one, as expected. As Harry walked in he accidentally stepped on something soft. At first he thought that it was just a fluffy carpet, but when he looked down he saw that almost the entire floor was covered by a large and thin mattress. Once again Harry failed to grasp the logic of having a large mattress that took up the entire bedroom but at the same time it was thin enough to be considered a thick cover. There was hardly anything else other than that in the bedroom, aside from a flowery lamp hanging from the ceiling and a few pictures again on the wall.

Pictures.

Harry returned to the living room and the bookshelf. He scanned the lines of book slowly to see if there was one that didn't have a title. It was rather difficult for him to look, seeing as Luna seemed to have some other way of sorting books rather than using the alphabet. After a while, Harry came across a small leather-bound book tucked safely between "The Legend of the Roaring Re'em" and "Jag tror på snorkackor!". He opened it and for once something was exactly like he had thought it would be, it was a photo album.

There were mostly pictures of odd landscapes and creatures that Harry had never seen before. He could tell that they were taken over a span of at least ten to twelve years, judging by how old Luna was in each picture she appeared in. Sometimes there would be a picture of a middle aged man with the same hair colour as Luna and a mild mannered smile. Concluding quickly that it had to be her father, Harry flipped the pages. In his mind he was searching for something, something other than pictures from childhood expeditions and holidays but he was not sure what.

In the end he came to the final page. Upon discovering that it too was full of pictures of yet another exotic location, Harry closed the photo album and put in back in the bookshelf.

Who am I kidding...?

What was he doing there? If there had been anything to find in the flat the hit wizards would have found it and taken it already. The odd placement of the furniture, his own lack of understanding of everything that was her... As if not finding anything was not frustrating enough it all reminded him of last time they had spoken. Back then he had not been able to understand her and now he felt like he was no closer.

He did not even know who she was. He, the heir of Voldemort, did not even know that she was a member of the Resistance and had been all along. Was that the sole reason why she had spent time with him? Had she been nothing but a rebel sent to spy on him? He imagined her smile and felt that it was preposterous for him to even think that. But he had heard the broadcast with his own ears. Even Lucius Malfoy would not go so far as to publicly frame someone as a traitor, least of all someone who already known to have connections to Harry.

Then why...? How could this happen?

Weary of the constant questions in his head, he sank down and sat on one of the pillows. It did not stop more questions from popping up though. What was he going to do now? What he ever see Luna again? What would happen if she was captured? What was that thing in the pillow?

Jumping up on his feet, Harry picked up the pillow he had sat on. He squeezed it in various places, searching for whatever object he had felt when he had sat on it. Finally his hands felt something, something that definitely did not feel like cotton.

"Diffindo!"

Cotton spilled all over the floor as Harry used the spell to cut the pillow in two. But among the small cotton bolls was something thinner and as it sailed to the floor Harry recognized what it was right away.

The picture of the two of them at the ball.

Kneeling down, Harry slowly picked it up. He watched how he and Luna stood half swaying, half dancing and at the same time. Harry ran his hand through his hair, remembering that night with an almost pained expression. Back then the world seemed to have shrunk and they were the only ones in there. He had looked into her eyes, seen the change in them and had heard how Luna was about to tell him something when that photographer and snapped that picture. His eyes drifted to Luna's face, remembering exactly what her silvery eyes had looked like at that moment.

It was only then that he noticed the tiny spot of white on the upper right corner of the photo.

Harry brought the picture closer to his eyes, staring intensely at the white spot. It was nothing more than a dot and its placement could have made anyone mistake it for a star in the sky. He quickly turning the photo over, hoping to find more clues there. But the back of the photo provided him nothing, it was completely blank.

Feeling as if he carried the weight of the ten worlds on his shoulder, Harry got up on his feet again. With the photo still in his hand he started to make his way back to the front door. It was useless, his whole coming here had been useless. Even the carefully hidden picture had made no sense. Perhaps it had been another attempt for him to try to understand Luna. In the end it was the same result that came back to him over and over again. No matter how hard he tried he would not understand her motives, her reasons.

On his way out Harry reached over to the lamp in the kitchen and turned off the lights. As soon as darkness spread through the flat, the tiny white dot on the photo started to glow.

He was about to put it in his pocket when he noticed it. When he looked at the picture again the white spot was the only thing that it could be seen. This was definitely not a star captured by the photo. Harry turned over the picture once again and found himself looking at glowing words. Written with a round and curvy handwriting were the words:

Have faith in me, Harry.

It had not been a coincidence or an odd quirk to hide the photograph in the pillow. She had had a reason. There was a reason for why she had picked that photograph, written those words that could only be read in the dark and hid it in a pillow. Hit wizards would not bother to look in the pillow and if they or someone else found the picture it would mean nothing to them. People brought light, used bright spells to examine things. No one would examine a photo in the dark.

That picture and those words were meant for his eyes and no one else's. She had known all along what would happen to her. She had known that he would come and look for an explanation, a reason.

Still unable to take his eyes off those words, Harry hardly noticed how his legs gave into the weariness of his body and mind. He slid down and sat on the floor, the wall he leaned against behind the only thing that held him up. The words she had written did not proclaim any innocence, nor was there a rational answer to everything.

Faith was her answer to all his questions.

...where are you now, Luna?

He sat there asking himself that for hours. It was yet another question he had and he knew that this one would not be so easily answered.

Unknown to Harry, in every wizarding household and pub people sat quietly amongst themselves and spoke of Luna Lovegood. Her name and picture was everywhere and to the many people who had heard the WWN broadcast her words echoed in their head. Some scoffed, pitying poor Harry Potter for being deceived by such terrible girl. Others, after making sure that they were safe and among friends, smiled and silently raised their glasses for the girl who had dared to speak.

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"Sir, an owl from Mrs Lestrange arrived earlier..."

"Leave it," Harry muttered, cutting his butler off as he walked past him briskly and through the gate into Hogwarts. The latter did not seem to comprehend what Harry just said because moments later Harry could hear Bosworth walking just behind him and trying to keep up.

"But Sir, it was sent with a request for an urgent answer!" he protested.

"I said leave it!" Harry snapped angrily.

Bosworth finally took the obvious hint that Harry needed to be left alone and stopped following him. But his absence did little to ease Harry's current emotional state. Figures in painting commented on the expression of his face and other servants who he walked by did not even dare to greet him. Not that any of it mattered to Harry. He marched all the way to the staircases and started to climb them, his mind only focused on getting away from everyone and to the one place he had in mind. Perhaps it was because of luck or coincidence, but the staircases moved and changed just as he stepped up on them, taking him to the right place without any interruption. For a while it seemed as if the stairs moved at his will, the castle finally accepting and obeying its master.

But even the sudden obedience of the staircases did not catch Harry's attention or calm him down. Each step climbing up the staircases was a painful reminder of each step he had walked in Luna's company. The photograph he had found in her flat seemed to burn from his pocket where he had placed it for safekeeping. In his head he could still hear her voice from the recording that Lucius Malfoy had shown him.

Who should we really be fighting?

Shaking his head as if trying to get rid of her voice, Harry pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the astronomy tower.

All was quiet, dark and dusty.

Not bothering to light a lamp or dust the area off, Harry sat down on the floor with his back against the circular desk in the middle of the classroom. Physically his body rejoiced upon finally getting some rest after all the hours of wandering he had done. Mentally, Harry could only state that nothing changed when he sat down. The old classroom was exactly as it had been before and his world was still chaotic. Harry shut his eyes for a moment, wanting to shut the world and all its confusion out.

But that single moment grew into two, two into three and it was not until his head fell with a nod that Harry opened his eyes again and realized that he had dozed off. His first thought was to ask himself how long he had been asleep. But that thought was quickly replaced as he noticed something else.

Something had changed.

He felt the chilling night air against his skin and his body felt stiff after sitting in the same position for so long. But most importantly he heard the song.

Harry jumped up on his feet and pulled out his wand automatically. Tracing the origins of the cooling breeze he turned around to see that a door was open on the other side of the classroom. The door swung outwards and although Harry had never opened it before or even noticed it, he could see that it led toward a dark platform. With a tight grip around his wand, Harry headed towards the door.

He stepped outside and saw that he was standing on a balcony. Like the astronomy tower it was circular, made of solid rock with thick stone walls to protect people from falling down. For some reason, his eyes followed the path of the wall until...

Harry nearly dropped his wand.

There on the stone wall sat Luna Lovegood, dangling her legs out in the open air. The wind caught a hold of her hair and robe, making her stand out in the dark looking like a cloud of blonde and blue. Lying next to her was an old but sturdy broomstick, no doubt that was how she had gotten all the way up there. But there she sat high above the ground and looking like she did not possess a single worrying thought about falling off. Her lips were moving and now that Harry was outside he could hear her singing and half humming a slow song in a language he could not recognize.

Harry stood there, feeling almost paralyzed as he watched her. She was sitting with her back to him and so far had shown no evidence of even knowing that he was there. Somewhere in his mind he wondered if she would bother to interrupt her singing even if she had known that he was there. But for the time being he did nothing but watch her, his body unable to move and his eyes unable to look away.

After a while, when the last word of the song faded away, everything became quiet again. Luna did not move from her position and Harry felt frozen to his spot. His conflicting instincts told him to move closer and back away at the same time and his body refused by doing neither. Even his right hand was unable to do anything but loosely holding his wand. Then suddenly Luna turned her head, looked over her shoulder and straight at him. The smile she gave him told him that she had been aware of him standing there all along.

"Hello Harry."

Hello Harry, he repeated to himself, feeling slight disbelief. What kind of greeting was that after everything that had happened?

"Luna..."

"I didn't want to wake you up," she explained, smiling. "You seemed so tired so I just decided to wait here."

At first Harry wondered if he was still asleep and just dreaming this. How could she just sit there and smile and speak as if nothing had happened and everything was alright? Everything was just unreal, it had to be some sort of mistake.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

The expression on Luna's face did not change, she remained just as calm as before.

"I think you already know."

No explanation, no desperate attempt to clear her innocence. The look Luna gave Harry and the sudden serious tone of her voice confirmed everything for him. It had not been a mistake and he was not dreaming. What was going on was completely real with no room for redeeming explanations. It had been her voice, her words, her free will and now it was her lack of regret.

"Then it's true... you are a traitor," Harry concluded solemnly, his voice becoming lower and more bitter.

"Traitor to whom?"

The wind lifted up her hair again as she spoke.

"Traitor to the Ministry, one which I never supported and that no one but themselves had a chance to elect? Or a traitor to Voldemort, who only came to power through fear and death?"

Harry felt how his heart seemed to slam against his ribcage and his face become red in pure anger at her words.

"Stop it!" he yelled, raising his wand and pointing it at her. "Stop saying such things!"

"Why should I?" Luna questioned, not even flinching. "Because things are the way they are and it would be foolish to question things?"

"You are a traitor," Harry repeated. His grip on his wand tightened until his knuckles turned ghostly white. "You are a member of the Resistance, those who cannot accept the new order and continue to oppose Lord Voldemort! It's because of people like you that there is still fighting and..."

"At I believe in my reasons to fight," Luna suddenly cut off, staring right into his eyes without being bothered by the fact that he was pointing his wand at her. "What do you fight for, Harry? The respect of other Death Eaters? To secure your own fortune by supporting Voldemort?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer but his throat was dry and his mind empty on answers. There was not a single reason he could give her, not one that he could consider valid. He struggled to come up with one and realized his defeat when he knew that he could not come up with a reason unless he had time to think about it first. There was no reason, no purpose at all. Luna casually swung her legs over and jumped down to stand on the balcony.

"We all have our reasons for doing this," she continued. "A reason for fighting, a reason for our actions. Do you know what yours is, Harry? Do you believe in them so much that you would do anything for them?"

Luna walked across the balcony and towards Harry as she spoke. In the end she was standing just a few feet away from him with the tip of his wand just an inch from her face. Still, she stared at him relentlessly and with resolve.

"If I was your enemy, would you hesitate to use your wand now and kill me?"

Upon hearing her words Harry's eyes widened. In his mind he saw what would happen if he came down to it. His wand raised, Luna standing there and with a flash of green light it would all be gone. It would be over. Seeing all of that, Harry immediately lowered his wand.

"Tell me one thing..." he whispered, feeling tired and unable to speak loudly. "Why... Did you seek me out only because you are in the Resistance?"

Luna smiled.

"I never sought you out. We met, perhaps by fate or chance. I'm not sure which one yet."

Her arm moved and Harry saw that she was pulling out something from her pocket. It turned out to be an old bit of parchment, wrinkled and yellowed after being used in all its years. Luna unfolded it and revealed what looked like a map with dots moving all around. Harry leaned in closer and saw that each dot had a name to them. He quickly recognized the names of his servants, the shapes of the rooms and realized that this was a map of Hogwarts.

"This belongs to two people in the Resistance," Luna explained. "They acquired it while they were at Hogwarts. It shows the entire castle and everyone inside it."

Harry stared at Luna and the map blankly, unsure of what to say.

"Can you find the room with the mirror?" Luna asked.

Harry's eyes wandering along the map. It took him a while but eventually he caught sight of a familiar corridor and followed it to the room where he and Luna had found the strange mirror. On the map there was nothing special marking out that classroom, except for one small black dot.

"...Lord Voldemort?" Harry whispered, reading the name again just to make sure that he had not misread it. Once he had read it for the fifth time he knew that he was not imagining it. But it was all so strange, why was Lord Voldemort in the classroom, or even at Hogwarts? He rarely left his own mansion, he never sought out people because they simply came to him when he called. What was left of his logic wanted to scream and shout. First Luna had turned out to be in the Resistance and on a wanted poster, now Lord Voldemort was at Hogwarts and standing in an empty classroom without Harry even knowing about it.

"That map never lies," Luna said, folded it again and put it back in her pocket. "I should tell you... I wasn't the first one who saw it." Harry's eyes widened. "The Resistance are on their way here as we speak... I came to warn you."

Harry's body tensed upon hearing her words. The Resistance was coming for Lord Voldemort. Again he was torn by two conflicting desires, one to run down and warn Lord Voldemort and the other to just stay on the balcony and find out what was really going on. But despite all of this, there was only one thing he could say. He looked up just in time to see that Luna had walked away from him and was picking up her broomstick from the floor.

"I have to go now, I'm supposed to be in hiding from the Ministry," Luna said calmly.

"Why did you tell me this?" Harry wondered. "You are a part of the Resistance, aren't you betraying them by doing so?"

Up until now, Harry could never understand why Luna smiled. He could most certainly not understand how she could have risked everything to come here just to warn him and it had been a mystery as to why she had been able to stay so calm during all this time. But then her answer came and the world began to make a little more sense.

"Because I believe in you."

With that, she kicked off the ground and flew away into the quiet night.