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Luna nearly fell over as her feet landed on a stone slab, Hermione stopping her, still holding her arm. They had apparated to a long Georgian street, somewhere in London, Luna presumed. It wasn't raining at this location, and it was warmer than it had been at the crash sight. Luna felt the warm air hit her and begin to evaporate the rain from her face. The street itself was quiet, with only a few muggles strolling along..

"Don't worry," Hermione spoke for the first time, "They can't see us." She carried Ginny and led Luna through a large black door Luna hadn't even noticed behind them, and into a long, dimly lit hallway.

"Welcome to Twelve Grimmauld Place," Hermione informed them. Luna vaguely recognised the name of the street. Wasn't this the headquarters of the Order?

"Harry! Ron!" Hermione called out towards the first floor. A few moments later, the two boys came running down the stairs, both immediately noticing Ginny.

"She's just unconscious," Hermione explained before either of them could assume the worst, "You better take her upstairs, and get Chris to help, he's the closest to a healer we have here." Ron took Ginny from her and carefully carried her upstairs.

Luna had been inside long enough to compose herself, and had re-adopted her dreamy expression, despite the carnage she had just witnessed. Harry and Hermione led her through to the house's large sitting room. The house didn't appear to look any different from when Sirius had been alive. Although it was now Harry's, he couldn't bear to change what he thought was a rather grim interior, as it was about the only thing he had left of Sirius, and by extension his parents.

The room was filled with mostly the members of the DA who had graduated from Hogwarts at the end of the previous school year. As soon as Luna stepped into the room, all eyes turned to her. She was used to people staring at her, usually in a bemused or mocking way, but this was different, they were looking at her in almost an air of awe. It reminded her a little of the way she used to see students look at Harry.

"Meet the new Order of the Phoenix," Harry stated. As Luna looked around the crowd more, she saw a few people she didn't recognise, and those who hadn't been members of the DA, including Draco Malfoy. Despite everything that had happened, including being locked in his family's cellar for several months, Luna felt no resentment towards him. She always liked to feel there was some good in everyone, and if he was now a member of the Order, then that must have stood true for Malfoy.

"Luna," Harry snapped her out of her thoughts, "Can I talk to you in private for a moment, there's a few things I need to ask you." With the entire Order still staring at her, Luna followed Harry down to the kitchen of the house. It was empty, aside from Harry's house-elf, Kreacher.

"Kreacher, can you give us a moment?" Harry asked. Kreacher bowed.

"Right away, master," he said, promptly disappearing. Harry laughed a little.

"Never thought in a million years I'd ever have the slightest respect for that elf, or that I'd be working in the Order alongside Draco Malfoy, funny how things change." Luna nodded.

"Anyway," Harry began, "We brought you here tonight because the train crash wasn't an accident, and we think whoever caused it was after you."

"Why would they want me?" Luna asked. She had been kidnapped the previous Christmas, but with the Death Eaters and Voldemort apparently gone, what would anyone want with her? Harry sighed.

"Luna, I'm sorry, but I have to ask this. When you're mother…died, what was she working on? The experiment you talked about." Harry had talked to Luna briefly about her mother's death before, and knew she didn't mind terribly to talk about it, usually proud of being able to describe her mother's achievements. But Harry knew how having to re-live an event like that could cause even someone like Luna to break down. She shook her head.

"I don't know. She was always very secretive about her experiments. She only let me help as an assistant some of the time. That was the reason I was there when the accident happened. All I remember is she had five, maybe six cauldrons with a potion in each. She cast a spell at them, sorry, I don't know what it was, and then everything was engulfed by a blue light. She sent a depulso spell at me to send me safely out of its range, and then I saw her…" A few tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Harry took one of her hands.

"It's okay," he said, "You don't need to say any more."

"Why do you need to know anyway?" Luna asked, wiping her tears away.

"Whatever your mother was working on that day, someone wants it. That's why we think they want you, thinking you would know about it or where to find it." Luna's head suddenly shot up.

"My father, is he okay?" Harry put up a hand to stop her. "He's fine. We got him at King's Cross just after the train left. He's at the burrow." Luna breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, what now?" asked Luna, her usual curious expression beaming through.

"Luna, you're going to have to…" Harry couldn't finish. He pulled her into a hug, and was struggling not to cry himself. He was about the only person on earth who knew what this would be like for Luna, why everyone in the living room had been staring at her, why she was going to have her chance of a normal life cruelly taken away from her, why she would be facing death every second. But of all the people he could think of who best could cope with this, it might just have been Luna Lovegood.

Harry released her, and silently led her back up the stairs to the meeting room.

"Draco Malfoy!" They could hear Ginny's voice from inside the room, "After everything he's done! After everything his family's done! After they kidnapped Luna and tortured Hermione! You're actually letting him in the order!"

"Ginny," Harry said sternly as he entered the room with Luna, glad to see Ginny back on her feet, "Draco's changed. After everything that happened in the war, and I keep thinking of Dumbledore. He gave Snape a second chance, and if he hadn't, we may never have defeated Voldemort, and…" he turned to face Malfoy, "I've made it quite clear that if he puts one foot wrong, he can have a family reunion in Azkaban." Malfoy simply looked at the floor. Harry took a seat in front of the group, the fireplace behind him, and sat Luna next to him. Luna saw Neville for the first time since entering the house, and smiled at him. He gave a forced smile back, there was something worrying him.

"Luna," Harry began again, "Have you heard of a wizard called Adamo Moonlight?" Luna shook her head.

"He left Hogwarts a few years before we started," Ron was standing at the back of the room, continuing the story, "Slytherin of course. He was a supporter of you-know-you, although he never became a Death Eater, only reason he's not in Azkaban. Now, with you-know-who-"

"Oh, for heaven's sake Ron!" Hermione blurted out, "He's dead, he's gone, you can say the name now." Ron ignored her and continued.

"With you-know-who gone," Hermione rolled her eyes, "This Moonlight guy sees himself as the wizard to carry on his legacy, and become the new Dark Lord, and the thing is…" His gaze turned to Luna, but Harry finished for him.

"It seems he is to you, Luna, what Voldemort was to me."

"You mean, I have to defeat him?" Luna asked, with a surprising degree of calmness.

"The wizarding world's only just recovering from Voldemort's reign. The ministry's a mess, even with Shaklebolt in charge. We can't deal with another war yet, so, we really need you Luna."

"Great," Malfoy spoke up sarcastically, "The fate of everyone in the hands of Loony Lovegood. We're all doomed."

"Luna's going to beat this guy!" Ginny cried back at him angrily, "Unlike you. You'd be cowering under a table crying for your mum to come and fight for you." Draco looked at the floor again. He was no longer the cocky, arrogant boy he had been at Hogwarts, the last few years had caused him to recede inside himself, but he still liked to throw the odd insulting comment.

Before anyone else had a chance to speak, the fireplace behind Harry and Luna roared to live, and Arthur Weasley fell out, looking as if he had been on the Hogwarts Express when it crashed.

"The burrow…attacked…Xenophilius…taken," was all he could manage to say.