Gee, I know, updates haven't come since FOREVER. But alas, I've been busy with school and the like. pouts prettily You'll forgive, me, won't you? Anyways, here's another drabble for you. Luna- fascinating character. By the way, continue with the feedback D. I love it when I get reviews.

Luna walks with Neville and Ginny, frowning as her shoes pound into the dirt path, getting covered with dust. Her companions have their wands held tightly in their hands, but hers is tucked behind her ear, a habit that she's never grown out of.

"Come on, Luna," the other two motion for her to follow.

They chatter sporadically along the way, sometimes reminiscing about their Hogwarts days, or talking about a recent humorous incident. They never talk about what's happening now, she realizes. The war is all around them and they are walking in their fight for the light, yet they act as if it's not happening.

Ginny and Neville are in the middle of an argument about whether or not mules can reproduce, and she doesn't have the heart to tell them that mules are the undead cousins of the hippopotamus, so she just listens.

And suddenly, they stop talking. Before them stands a derelict shack, and from within, they can hear rustling.

"Who's there?" Ginny calls out cautiously, stepping forward.

"Just me!" A high-pitched voice squeals, and a little girl emerges, her dark eyes serious as she scampers over to the three stunned Order members.

She's no older than seven, and her dress is grimy and tattered beyond recognition. Luna thinks that she can recognize a bright flowery print that she once wore, but maybe it's just wishful thinking. The girl runs a hand through her disheveled hair and stands before them uncertainly, biting her lower lip.

"What's your name?" Neville asks softly, kneeling down to her eye level. They've dealt with child survivors before- after all, this is a large part of their job in the war. They have to kill and save. How ironic, Luna muses, but she's the only one who seems to think so.

"Helen," the girl responds shyly, and hurries on to tell the rest of her story. "Mummy and Daddy were taken away- I don't know where. By men in dark robes, and then Mummy told me to hide in the closet, so I did, and they never came back… They ruined my toys too… they ruined everything."

She rushes back into the house before they can say anything, and soon she has returned, carrying a broken toy broomstick. "See?" she insists, proving to them that her story is true. "See?"

Luna kneels down beside Helen and gently takes the broomstick out of her hands. It's small- she could fit it in her old school bookbag if she wanted to. The little girl watches her and nods solemnly.

"It's gone, don't you see? I can't ever use it again."

"You can never go back," Luna murmurs, and for the first time since her mother's death, she cries.