AN - Hi friends! The beginning is from Luna's POV, it was a fun challenge to write it in her character, I hope that it reads like her thoughts. Let me know what you think. :) J K Rowling owns all the characters and such; I'm merely a fan. Thanks for reading!

- Chapter Five - May 2 1998 -

- An Interrupted Incantation -

Luna coughed as she came to. Hidden among the rubble, she watched the horrific scene. A tapestry depicting Helga Hufflepuff cloaked her in a warmth that Luna could not describe. Even though there was a war going on, Luna felt an incredible sense of amity and calmness in the tapestry's embrace.

A pain in her leg shook her from her daze. Luna examined the damage and sighed when she saw her own blood pooling under the rocks and broken columns. She whimpered softly when she tried to move it and couldn't. This wasn't good. She would be of no service and further hinder the Light by hobbling out now. Instead she focused her energy on surveying the battle to look for clues.

No body of significance to her zoomed by, in fact, there was nobody at all in the corridor that she was in. Only the large gash in the wall made it so that she could see the wretched battle unfold a story underneath her. Flashes of light and screaming hurt her eyes and ears.

A sound of quick footsteps made her head turn to the sound. Her silvery eyes spotted a pock marked man heading straight for her.

She jumped slightly. She had to get out of here quickly; the man was fast approaching. Too soon he was upon the pile of rubble and he cocked his head to the side at the sight of her.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing? Are you hurt?" He questioned her and received stunned silence. Luna wasn't afraid of him, weirdly enough, but she knew that it would do no good to let him get away unscathed. Her wide eyes searched the man for any trace of a switched alliance. The man's mask was still clutched in his non-dominant hand and he pulled out his wand on her.

Just as Luna was about to use her uninjured leg to kick up at the Death Eater, he reached down and began examining her latter leg, the injured one. He dropped the scary mask and touched her injury while casting diagnostic charms on it. His green eyes looked impassive as he surveyed her. He mumbled something she couldn't hear over the screaming. The man's hands were much more gentle than she was expecting. It was a welcome surprise.

Suddenly, he began performing some healing spells on Luna's injury. The relief was immediate. Luna looked into his eyes in a silent thanks. She wondered why he was helping her. It seemed odd that someone from the other side would help her. Why not leave her to bleed out? This was curious, Luna thought to herself.

The man looked around the area and sighed. Slowly, he leant down and picked up the frail girl. Luna was defenseless and decided not to anger the man with questions about where he was taking her.

Just as soon as he had appeared, the Death Eater began running. It was an eccentric behaviour, even to Luna standards. Why flee a fight that his side was clearly winning? She began to laugh loudly at the idea. Her voice bumped along to the beat of his footsteps.

"Hush girl. You can laugh later. The Dark Lord has allowed me a witch like you because of my good deeds in battle." He huffed at her continuous guffaws. "We are leaving prematurely, hush now witch."

Luna couldn't help it. A fit of giggles just kept bubbling up her throat and bouncing through the deserted hall of the now decimated Hogwarts. Everything that had happened in the last few moments seemed like a dream to Luna. She might as well enjoy her bizarre dream.

Her laughing ceased as the man silenced her. Luna didn't mind. She was busy watching the world whizz by. Reaching the Hogwarts grounds, a young Slytherin boy a year below Luna called out to the pair of them. He shouted, "Rookwood! Where are you going? Claiming your prize already!?"

Tensing at the boys words, Luna decided to study the man holding her tight. Rookwood. The name was familiar, but in the mess Luna couldn't remember his relevance other than the fact that he was the enemy.

The strange pair flew out of the castle as Rookwood continued to run. Luna searched the grounds for anyone she knew. Her heart seized as she saw Charlie Weasley dead on the ground, his fiery red hair streaked with dirt and caked with dried blood. She had had so many questions to ask him about his work with dragons; her questions would never be answered now.

As soon as they reached the end of the grounds, Rookwood turned on his heel and clutched Luna tight. They Apparated away from the chaos. Luna hadn't had the chance to say goodbye to her friends. She hoped that they would be alright. They had always been so kind to her.

Luna and Rookwood landed in a grey room. There was only a bed and a small window displaying a facade of a garden. Luna knew what was going to happen. Her insides clutched and seized. She decided to show no fear; most Death Eaters liked that, and she was going to do her best to bore the man.

"What are we doing here in this dismal room?" She asked, "Are we here to paint? I do love to paint…" Luna's words drifted off dreamily as she surveyed the room.

"Witch, you know why you're here. But I promise that I won't hurt you." Rookwood's breath was ragged. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

Suddenly, he staggered backwards a few steps clutching his left arm. Luna suspected that Voldemort must have called all of his followers. Rookwood rolled his shoulders and exhaled deeply out of his nose in frustration.

"I have to leave now, but I promise I will be back as soon as I am allowed." Rookwood said. He had shame displayed all over his face, presumably from having to answer to a man as horrible as his master.

"Alright…" Luna turned to her captor. She didn't know what to say. Then his chapped lips met hers in a surprisingly gentle caress.

- June 15 1999 -

Draco was eerily aware of Luna letting him slip by. Her silvery eyes bore into him as he entered the tiny cell of a room. Under the invisibility cloak, he felt relatively safe, but Luna's radiant orbs following his form put him on edge. Of course Loony Luna could see through invisibility cloaks. What nonsense.

The room itself was dingy and seemed to be added on secretly as it wasn't on the map. A frail bed was the only piece of furniture in the room; it was an otherwise nondescript room. Had Granger performed that feat? She didn't seem to have the authority, but even Draco had to admit she had the brains and magical prowess to conjure up a false hidden room.

Granger was there along with the Justin tosser from Hufflepuff. Draco moved to the very corner of the room to watch. He needed some information before ratting her out, if he were to rat her out. Draco Malfoy found himself weighing the pros and cons of whether or not it would be a good idea to reveal Hermione Granger as the undesirable she was.

On the one hand, handing her in would settle the seven year rivalry he had with the infuriating witch. On the other however, that would be aiding the Dark Lord and that was no longer a viable option. Draco made his decision.

"So," Luna clasped her hands together, "did you manage to grab the time turner from the spot?"

He couldn't contain his gasp. Granger turned quickly to Justin, undoubtedly to whisper something to him. What in Salazar's name was she doing with a time turner? How did she get one?

The infuriating witch babbled on about some incantation and her plans to… stop Tom Riddle from becoming the magical tyrant that was currently ruining many lives. Draco's ears perked up. Whatever her plan was, he was in. Anything to stop the Dark Lord from hurting any other families. He had lost his mother to the Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord was going to pay.

When Granger started the spell, Draco watched her intently. Her face scrunched up in effort and her nose crinkled comically. Hazel eyes were ablaze with an attentiveness that was incredibly intense.

From what Draco could tell from the Latin incantation, she was just about to finish her spell. He was rusty because his last tutoring session with Sev back in sixth year, but could figure some of it out. Most Malfoy men knew many Latin roots and such for better spell mastering.

Draco took that time to whip himself out from under the invisibility cloak. He needed the split second element of surprise.

Hearing the sound, Granger looked up wildly. Her hair frizzed even more (if that were even possible) and it crackled with magic. She shrieked his surname with such venom that Draco couldn't help a smirk appear on his face.

"Malfoy!?"

Hermione froze, unsure of what to do. A fizzle of accidental magic erupted from her wand. A loud buzzing emitted from the time turner and it began to glow a brilliant blue colour. She couldn't hear anything over the buzzing. It was intense and she was sure that there would be some damage to her inner ear.

She gritted her teeth through the pain and clutched her beaded bag. Hermione could hear a voice through the din. It was Malfoy's.

"I...no harm...your side…" His words cut in and out, but Hermione got the jist of what he was trying to communicate, although she could tell he was probably lying to save his own skin. What was he doing here and how did he get into the room? Hermione was furious with herself for letting this happen.

Another voice rose over the buzzing; it was Luna's. "Hermione! No!" Hermione felt a large body knock into her left side, along with a smaller one on her right. She opened the eyes that she didn't realize she'd closed. The last thing she saw was Malfoy's icy grey eyes staring at her, wide and scared. His arm was reached out to her quivering form. Then everything went black in a twist that made her feel like she was tumbling into the darkness.

Hannah shuddered at the kitchen table. "Nev, I can't shake off this feeling that Hermione is in trouble." Her worried eyes looked into her boyfriend's. "I hope that the plan is going smoothly."

Neville shook his head with a smile. "Relax love, this is Hermione we're talking about, what could go wrong?"