Hola. Yes, yes. I know Luna is rather Mary-Sue-esque and I apologize however you must read the ending to rid of the Mary-Sue title and put rest back to well rest! (Do not worry, the end is near, you do not need to put up with Senorita Azura for much longer…) Oh yes, I actually named Luna before I knew there was character by named Luna in Rowling's story… oops. I name her by daughter of Juanes, a Latin singer. Sorry about that I did not learn about Lovegood until I scanned the list of the persones the story could be about. Mil disculpas mis amigos. ' But thank you, I do so appreciate you telling me the truth!

Chapter Seven:

Outside: No Tears, No Changes

Severus continued to walk until he got to the edge of the willow's reach. He imagined that he trusted Luna walking behind him—even if she did happen to transform without his knowing. But do you really trust? He heard Lily Evans' voice ring in the back of his mind. He gasped. Do you really? You never trusted anyone… but what about this girl is so different? You never trusted me. Severus snapped his head to the side and pushed her voice from his mind. I did not like Lily Evans—she was a dirty mudblood! He tried to convince himself.

"Are you ready?" The Potions Master said to Luna as he turned to face her. She nodded solemnly and reached out as he handed her the goblet of Bloodbane liquid. Her face was so pale and her body so shaky. Severus knew this was not his Luna Azura. It was not the Cerulean Moon anymore. It was new and now Luna's reign of joy and cheerfulness was at an end. He knew she did not want him to see her like this… but he did not mind. He would protect her and he would never harm her. Are you so sure about that, bloke? This time it was Sirius' voice. Severus cringed at this. Insolent dog, he thought. Hey! The voice scolded him. I do not think you are all that sure, Severus. I think you are too desperate for love. Upon further thought Severus began to wonder if Sirius was correct.

"Drink it, Luna," he commanded in his strikingly sonorous voice as the girl glanced at him.

"Yes Sir," she said with a scratchy tone as she lifted the goblet to her pale mouth. Her lips were not full and luscious anymore. Her eyes were not happy and free anymore… and it was not the Cerulean Moon… anymore.

"Good girl," he muttered as she handed him the goblet. You are too desperate for love. It was Sirius once again. "Quiet, man!" Luna tossed him a weak look of confusion at this. "S-sorry, commence." He commanded. The wispy Mexican girl lifted up a rock and tossed it at the willow, hitting it directly on its sensitive root. The branches froze immediately and they walked quickly towards the door. Severus was instantaneously hit with a memory… "Watch out Severus!" It was James… James saving him. He winced at the thought as the Mexican girl led him down the tunnel towards the shack. The passageway looked exactly the same as it had that evening that James had rescued him from the transformed Remus. It seemed as if nothing under the willow ever changed. Nothing in his world ever changed.

"Are you not going to leave?" She asked timidly as she sat down on one of the broken down beds. Severus sat down next to her.

"And why would I?" He asked as he gazed deeply into her eyes. It not seem, however, that there was very far for his gaze to go: her eyes were not deep and mysterious anymore.

"I will hurt you, Sir! You must leave!" She cried and for the first time he saw Cerulean tears run down her cheeks. Oh no, no. She is not the Cerulean Moon… anymore. His mind sang to him in an oddly deep chant.

"Luna—Luna, stop!" The Professor shouted at her as she began to flail at him. He grabbed her hands and held her steady as her skin rippled. The transformation had begun. He held her as firmly as he could so she would not hurt herself with all the thrashing.

"G-go! Go!" Luna screamed and her voice was not blissful and beautiful anymore.

"Luna—quiet! Shush!" He shouted. She thrust her chest forward and shrieked in pain as her bones twisted and creaked. Blood began to run from her eyes and she shut them.

"AAHHK!" She thrust her hand towards her chest and tossed the Professor away. He crashed against a wall and looked up to see a fully-transformed demon in front of him.

"L-Luna?" He backed away slightly as the fox-like creature moved closer to him. He trusted her. He loved her. You are too desperate for love. Sirius. Do not be such a fool, Severus. James. You do not trust… Lily.

"Kaaaah," the demon breathed heavily as it limped towards the dark professor, who had never felt so small in his entire life.

"Luna." He gazed into her eyes to try to remember the love. He could not find it… he looked at her body to try to remember the lust but he could not find it… anymore. She was now a beast. A demon. She was not Luna… but the Moon.

"Yaaahk!" The demon shrieked and thrust out a clawed paw. It struck the professor who went flying into another wall. He remembered the feeling all too well.

"L-Luna! No!" He stood up shakily and continued gazing at her. It had to be there somewhere. Somewhere. He wanted love. He needed love. The demon shrieked once again and he felt a blow hit him in the head. Suddenly it was clear. Why had he been so foolish? James was correct… James was indeed correct. Don't be such a fool, Snivellus! James. You are too desperate, Snivellus! Sirius. Snivellus! Snivellus! Snivellus! Luna. "No!" He cried as he placed his hands to his sore head. No, no, no. Luna had loved him. She had told him she had. Snivellus! Her voice shrieked derisions through his once-clear mind. He discovered: he was too desperate. He dodged another paw and knew what he had to do. Moody had known all along… hadn't he? He had known what mistake Severus had made. He always knew… he could see it.

"I am so sorry, Luna. I was mistaken. I was mistaken to trust again. I was mistaken." He felt a tremor rushing through his body as he cautiously removed his wand from his deep midnight-coloured robes. "I am sorry. I am sorry. I thought you were true. I thought you were my Luna. I thought you truly were the Cerulean Moon… the God Send… I am sorry." And with those last words he held out his wand and muttered. "Avada Kedavra." The green light overtook the Cerulean and once again things were the same.

"I think you were mistaken," Moody muttered when he saw the flash of green light in the windows of the shrieking shack, "as usual." He zoomed in and saw the dead girl being thrown against a wall. "I think she was not lying and I think you were a fool not to trust her… but then again… you were always a fool. And Sirius was correct: you were too desperate." And with that said, Moody spun on his heel and walked militantly up the stairs towards his office.

It did not seem as if anything was different and the Cerulean Moon never came again. Only the new… the full… and the quarter. But never the Cerulean. Hermione asked a few questions but never got a true answer. After that she did not ask why. They only hit until you cry—and after that you do not ask why. You just don't argue anymore… just don't argue anymore.

"Open to page nine hundred and sixty nine." The dark potions teacher swept around the classroom and observed his more timid students with his usual sneer. As he appeared behind Neville he saw him hurriedly swishing through his pages to find the correct one. He was surprised when he heard the teacher gasp. He passed the page with the picture of the demon… standing under a Cerulean Moon.

"I-I—" Neville began. Severus felt a shock of guilt shoot up his numb body. But he did not cry for her nor did he ask for her return. He never prayed nor believed. He was always numb, and numb he would remain. After all… Severus never changes.