She shook her head of such thoughts and began to hum nothing in particular while she walked up the stairs to the sixth floor. It was none of her business at the moment what his intentions were, for she was sure to find out soon enough.
After walking for another ten minutes or so she reached the Room of Requirement and walked past it three times. As per usual, a door appeared.
Luna knocked.
"Come in!" she heared a voice from whithin say.
She walked into the room, quietly closed the door behind her, then survayed the room's current state.
It had been obviously set up for comfort, for the room was small with calm blue walls and puffy purple couches and chairs. In the south wall burned a nice, warm fire that lit up the whole room without being too bright. The whole north wall was covered in books.
Ignoring all this, Luna sought out the reason she was there: Harry.
He was sitting on a chair to the left of the fire, simply staring into the depths of said source of heat. A serene look of calmness almost never seen anymore these days rested upon his face as the flames reflected in his eyes, making Luna's curiosity double.
"Have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair across from his own. She sat.
Silence surrounded them for a brief moment.
"Why am I here?" Luna finally asked him, her usual dreamy look absent.
"Because I have a request to make of you," Harry sighed, turning his gaze from the fire to look directly into her eyes.
"And what would this request be?" she asked.
"Have you time to spare?"
"I'm not expected anywhere for hours yet."
"Plenty of time to explain," he assured them both. "By the time you're expected anywhere, you will either have already fulfilled my request, or you'll be dead."
Her gaze turned even more serious. "Explain."
The fire cracked.
"I know you feel it."
She blinked.
"You mean you feel it, too?" she questioned. "You never struck me as the type."
Harry nodded. "I just couldn't understand it until recently. But something is definately coming. It's only a matter of time before it arrives. Under an hour, I believe."
She nodded. "Under an hour. But that still hasn't answered my original question."
"I know," he replied. "Luna, why do people call you 'Loony Lovegood?'"
She blinked.
"Because they don't see what is truly there. They refuse to acknowledge the existance of creatures they don't want to believe are there."
"In other words, they insult you because they are blind fools and you are not," he said. "And though their refusal to acknowledge the existance of Wrackspurts and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks will not bring their downfall, the ignorance of their ignorance will."
The look of calmness faded away.
"The final battle is coming in less than an hour, Luna," Harry said seriously, breaking the eye contact to look into the fire once again. "And unless they acknowledge their ignorance, they will all die."
"They?"
"Everyone who fights and some who don't."
"Even Hermione?"
"Especially Hermione. I'd say the same for Ron if he hadn't been killed six months ago."
Luna gazed at him with confusion. "What do you wish for me to do? Tell everyone? You know they'll never believe it."
Harry sighed. "Which is why I'm not asking you to risk everything to stay here and tell them." He looked her directly in the eyes. "I'm asking you to run."
She frowed at him. "But-"
"If you go out there, you will die; not because of your ignorance, but because of theirs. It is because of their ignorance that this battle is approaching in the first place. Your life would be better served saving others from similar fates over the course of the next few decades instead of wasting away an hour or so from now at the hands of someone else's ignorance to the world around them. Maybe not everyone who participates in the fight will die because not all of them are ignorant, but even those who know the truth could be killed in the fight, as you will be if you stay."
But... I still want to help.
Harry's gaze intensified as he stood up, walked over to her, and kneeled down in front of her chair. "Please, Luna. The battle is almost here. It's just a stone's throw away. Please promise me that you'll run away."They both knew her resolve was crumbling. They both knew he spoke the truth.
"Promise me that when the fight begins, when the first curse is flung, you'll run. Promise me you'll run and you won't look back. You can't look back. Keep running until you can't run anymore. Then rest and start running again. Just keep running until you know you're safe and far away. Then live your life. Don't dwell on the past or beat yourself up over the future. The past cannot be changed and the future is uncertain; focus on the present. Please, run and don't look back."
She nodded.Harry sighed. "Thank you, Luna."
"But what about you, Harry?"
Harry thought.
"If I die, you'll still be safe. If I live, I'll be one of the last ones standing. Either way, it doesn't concern you. Just do as I requested, that's your only job."
BOOM
An explotion shook the castle to its foundation. McGonagall's voice boomed through that magical microphone of hers, echoing through the halls as she requested all those of fifth year and up to immidiately make their ways to the grounds in front of the school and fourth year and below go to the Great Hall to be barricaded in.
Harry and Luna, being in seventh and sixth year respectively, did as told and followed the rush of students to the grounds. The sight that befell their eyes was Death Eaters steadily breaking through the gates surrounding the school.
BOOM
Half the students fell to their knees as the second explotion shook the ground beneath them. Not long after they were all once again upright, aurors began to arrive, shooting spells at the Death Eaters through the gates and doing their best to prevent said force from breaking through. Their efforts were futile as the main gate collapsed and the black cloaked figured began to pour into the grounds, already shooting down students and aurors alike yet being shot down themselves.
Harry grabbed Luna in a hug from behind and held her tightly for a few seconds before whispering one word in her ear.
"Run."
She did.