Not rlly The Love of an Olympian compliant. FYI speech that is in bold and italics is said in another language. Plz forgive me for any spelling or punctuation mistakes; my keyboard is messed up.

When Zeus had lifted his hand towards her Luna felt as if something was unravelling with a crackle and a snap! within her.

She could hear her heart pounding in her head.

ThumpThumpThump…

There were flashes and streaks across her vision, and lights dancing around her, lingering - waiting for her eyes to lock upon them before streaming out of her line of vision tauntingly...

A bit like Wrackspurts… The thought flitted through her overwrought mind as fast as an arrow drawn from the bows of the Twin Archers themselves.

-ump…Thump…

Luna felt a flush of heat flood from her stomach to her pallid skin, her neck, her face. She felt quite lightheaded and swayed slightly on her feet, pain making itself known behind her eyes.

Her head felt warm.

She dimly wondered if Mr D – Dionysus, had experienced anything like this when he'd accepted the offer of immortality. She had to remember to ask him when all this was over. Oh, how she couldn't wait for that moment...

Then her knees gave way and Luna crumpled to the cold floor, body stiffening, and twitching at random intervals for at least ten seconds. She could make no sense of what was happening around her and could only see the constellations in the arched ceiling above her. But she felt the temperature jolt with odd crackling intervals – almost like lightning… Before that, however, she dimly recalled having heard a cry of pained outrage and perhaps the sounds of a violent struggle. (She definitely heard an 'oof' as if someone had been elbowed on the stomach, and she heard two whispers belonging to the voices of male gods; "Calm... down!" "Release. Me!")

And her head got warmer…

Then a rush of images and sounds – memories? – ran through her mind, overlapping another, and so fast she was barely able to make decipher a single one before another rushed to take its place. They paralysed her, entrapping her in their depths…

A tall woman with dark blonde hair peered at her as if from some height, lips sliding into a smile as pale orbs – like the moon – fixed upon her own…

Then a raven haired woman with the same pale orbs was frowning down at her, clad in a dark, billowing dress that contrasted with her pale skin. Her pale lips were moving, Latin words spilling from them and Luna barely made out the phrase, "Be what I am not…" before the image slipped away...

A man clad in a red tunic with golden eyes staring down at her, reddish hair looking almost ablaze in the light of the sun, as a different pale, dark haired woman with dark green eyes cradled her in her arms, smiling upon them both…

And warmer still…

Yet another dark haired woman and she seemed to be chanting over her, swaying hand causing ripples in the air above her blanket swathed self as the woman's heavy lidded eyes flashed. Luna easily picked out the phrase, "Momento mori…" in the woman's words, which - although they now flitted through her mind - she'd only fully comprehend later…

And yet even more warmer…

"You promised!" Two dark haired boys were facing each other as skeletons rose from the ground, shrouded in shadows. The taller, older boy with sea green eyes tried to apologise but the other wouldn't hear it…

A young Hispanic boy with dark curly hair and wide brown eyes screamed as the building in front of him went up in flames. His hands glowed like a fire's light had been cast upon them…

Her fingers curled into tight fists as she tried to expel herself from those warped, ghostly tableaus. She'd tried to do so before during a particularly bad recurring nightmare she'd had in her childhood. But right now she wasn't a little girl, strange beyond belief to nearly all who met her, lying in a cool bed in a crooked home that reflected the love of those within.

Right now she was on Mount Olympus, changed from war, and her 'strange' 'loony' beliefs were real. And that very same crooked house didn't even exist anymore, except in her memories.

Her head felt like it was on fire. Her limbs were heavy; the air felt like it was made of slightly runny treacle, but even so Luna managed to raise herself so that she was kneeling. She was thoroughly tempted to feel her head to see if it wasn't actually on fire but that would have taken more energy than she had to spare. It was almost like a malevolent presence that heat. But she heard nothing from it; it was just there, taking up residence in her head.

Tremors shook her body as the other mysterious phantasmagoria within her mind continued, the sounds becoming indistinguishable in their continuous loop. Strangest thing was she could have sworn she saw Harry – slightly older and rougher looking than since she'd last seen him – in one of visions… She hoped he was safe.

Her large glazed eyes lit with a strange glow from within flickered around the throne room, glancing into the face of each Olympian. Her lips barely parted and she didn't realise that the mellifluous words, that she could barely distinguish over the noise in her head, were her own until she registered the changing expressions of the Immortals before her.

She had intoned the words of a language unknown or forgotten to most of the Olympians, save two. Those being the goddesses Demeter and Athena, both of whom stared at Luna in puzzlement and apprehension as they translated her words.

Her speech faltered when she laid eyes on one Olympian in particular. Luna felt shivers sweep over her skin like wind over a blaze as The Nightmare from her lost childhood chose that moment to worm its way out of the darkest depths of her mind, coursing straight through the malevolent presence and causing it to disperse along with the ever-increasing heat she had felt within her head. Luna would have almost preferred the heat to what she knew would come next.

Her already failing breath came in gasps as she heard the hiss, "Kill the spare!" before seeing a green light streak towards a tall, lean shadowed figure standing not far from a shorter one. Ice flowed through her veins in place of blood (or was it now truly Ichor?) as the light hit its target blasting the taller figure backwards. Bile rose in her throat as she watched and tried in vain to dispel the sight before her. With a soft thump the body landed feet before where she observed silently, like a shade. The lean face of the figure, now vaguely recognisable as a boy's – almost a young man, was for the most part obscured by shadow. Then the vision faded and she returned to Olympus, retreating from her mind and the dispersing visions.

But she still knew who that boy was. It was hard for her not to seeing as she'd seen a fourteen year old Harry crying over his body when they'd materialised on Hogwarts' grounds, Twiwizard cup discarded to the side.

Luna rubbed her throat, vainly trying to dispel the tightness that had settled there as her eyes prickled with unshed tears, his shadowed face lingering in her mind. His grey eyes (such as one of the pairs of eyes staring at her now) never to see the light of day again.

Despair overcame her.

Her back arched as she pressed her hands into her face, muttering, "I'm sorry! I didn't know… If I-I had I would have gone to the graveyard and vanquished Riddle myself."

Foolish thought; she'd barely been able to take on a Hogwarts alumni with her goddess (or Titaness?) given magic in her third year, let alone the most feared wizard of his generation, Thomas Marvalo Riddle. She had never been able to avenge his death and she'd seen it all along.

A muscle in her neck pulsed and her head jerked to the side. Luna pressed her shaking hands to her skull, rocking back and forth on her knees. She heard a deep grunt, the brief sound of another struggle and a venomous growl of a hiss, "To Hades with you," as hurried footsteps walked towards her. Her light-headedness threatened to return at the sound of the ohsofamiliar voice as her pulse continued to race, faster than before, and the most curious fluttery sensation took hold of her stomach.

"Apollo!" A sharp voice rang out making her recoil at the resulting throb in her head. Zeus.

How surprising.

"You know not to disturb the process… Do you wish for a repeat performance of what occurred just five minutes ago?" Those last words were said in a deceptively quiet tone by the lord of the skies.

"But…" And for the second – and hopefully last – time in her life Luna felt as if her heart was breaking. Apollo sounded like he was hurting. Badly. And simply because she was…

Darting her tongue out from her mouth she wet her lips. When she opened her mouth nothing but a raspy noise made itself known. The words were stuck in her dry throat. I'll be fine soon. No need to worry about me.

Another pair of footsteps echoed through the hall; they were lighter but just as hurried as the first, just as determined. Luna could just about see sandal clad feet lingering in front of her. An opened bottle of water was set before her.

"T-th…" She reached out for the bottle and drank every last drop. "Thank you, mother." She breathed.

Then Luna lifted her head once more, drinking in the changed sight of her mother, sister, and Apollo before her. The latter was the only one fidgeting nervously as if he ached to be near her, to touch her. He was also the one to spring forward the second she showed signs of recovery.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair, over her arms, around her back and even over her legs. She would almost call his touch a caress if not for the look on his face. It wasn't exactly an intimate one.

Yet she was still sure he just wanted a reason to touch her. Not that she was complaining. A laugh bordering on hysterical rose in her throat. He pulled her into a tight embrace and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You really scared me." He murmured, his warm breath ghosting over her ear. Another shiver – but a nicer one this time – rippled through her.

"'m sorry. Was sort of your fault though. You just had to fall in love with me." Luna's lips twisted in a facsimile of a smile as she drew back from his arms.

His lips quirked into a sort of half smile, his thumb stroking her cheekbone with a feather light touch. That could be called a caress…"Sorta hard not to I'll have you know."

Luna was reminded of a castle cradled high in the mountainous north, sunny days and despondent emotions that contrasted with her surroundings. Black untameable hair seemed to mesh with vibrant long red as a couple – the new 'It' Couple – embraced intimately high above her in the empty Quidditch Stands. The grass of Spring, that was still nothing compared to the green of his eyes, rippled beneath her bare feet as Zephyrus weaved his way through the northern lands. (Why was it that it was this particular anemoi who was witness to her pain whenever she thought she was alone?)

Bringing herself back to the present, to Olympus, Luna stared into Apollo's eyes, now reluctant to believe that his words were true. "Right..."

Luna stood, briefly missing the warmth Apollo's closeness had brought her. But she couldn't dwell on that now. Absentmindedly, she fingered the golden curls cascading around her shoulders. Frowning slightly she closed her eyes and concentrated on the image she'd seen day after day for the past twenty three years whenever she'd looked into a reflective surface, changing her appearance back to that of Luna Lovegood. The transformation which left her skin tingling would certainly take some getting used to.

She opened her eyes and braced herself for the bestowing of her title by the king of gods. (He had so many titles Luna had to wonder how he kept track of them; she'd doubted she'd be able to.)

Zeus peered at her through narrow eyes before speaking, not in English but another language all together. The Ancient Greek flowed from his lips easily as he announced her title: the goddess of lost souls and serenity.

This was her new duty - nothing to do with her old life, the Wizarding World or its wars or its people.

And she welcomed it.

Okay so, special thanks to all my readers if ur still readin and Glitter Poisoned My Blood who worked with me on Luna's official title (tho u probably don't remember cos it was so long ago ) and making me get this chapter out by reviewing one of my other fics, sayin 'it was cool' and to update this one. :D Feel free to do that if I ever take too long to update again, any of you still reading out there.

Also prompts would be nice for what you want to see nxt.