November 1997
The Room of Hidden Things hid nothing from her. She could see the other Luna (and the other Draco and how both of them were lonely). The other Luna had blue eyes all the time. The other Luna's mom really had died in a potions accident (and Luna couldn't remember how hers had, but she did a little). The other Luna was friends with Harry Potter (and Ginevra and Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom). But not like she was friends with Draco and she was evil (because she didn't regret the Silver when she thought about that).
The vanishing cabinet drew her. (She could see the other Draco, and Death Eaters and Professor Snape killing Dumbledore), and Dumbledore had died in her world too (along with a piece of Voldemort's soul), but not the rest. And it didn't matter at all because Voldermort still had taken control over Hogwarts. But to her it didn't really change anything. To her, there was nothing new about school being full of scorn and torment (and learning things she never wanted to know). The Carrows wore their mean so everyone could see (like Draco, but not, because the Silver would kill Them.)
She joined Draco on the floor. He was leaning against a vaguely important looking statue. She could tell her was thinking about the other Draco (and the other Luna and the other world that never got to happen). He was thinking about how he was blue and not green, Ravenclaw not Slytherin (and not how he was supposed to be).
He turned and smiled at her. "Well, I think I like this better." And she smiled and cried and laughed (because she'd always felt that way).
Eventually she said, "Thank you." And there was nothing more to say.