A/N: We are NOT at the end yet, don't worry! After this chapter there will be a short series of chapters on each of the friends she made in the past. Mary MacDonald, James and Lily, Frank and Alice, Sirius, and Remus. After those five chapters there will be at least two chapters of Luna back in her own time going on with her life so that's at least seven more chapters (good number, right?)

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"My Lord, they have divided themselves and are each guarding their families," reported Severus Snape before he had even fully entered the chamber in which Lord Voldemort was seated staring at a map. Before Severus could see what the map was of, it vanished from the room with a flick of Voldemort's wand.

"Who is guarding whom?" Voldemort asked as he laid his wand delicately on the table and picked up a goblet of what Severus hoped was red wine.

"Alice Fortescue and Frank Longbottom are at his mother's home, James Potter and Lily Evans are with Alice's parents, and the Blacks are guarding Charlus and Dorea Potter," Severus listed quickly.

"Then we attack them all at once so they are unable to aid each other. Severus, Lucius, Crabbe, and Goyle; you four will take care of Mrs. Longbottom. Bellatrix, Macnair, Dolohov, and Karkaroff; you will kill the Fortescues. Rodolphus, Rabastan, Crouch, and Rosier; I trust you can handle the Potters," he sneered the name as if he detested that family the most. "Blood traitors – the lot of them!"

"My Lord," Severus interrupted softly, "Potter Manor has ancient protections upon it. The others are not so heavily guarded but that Manor is a fortress. From my detection spells it will be near impossible for anyone to get through-"

"Thank you," Voldemort held up a hand to stop Snape from continuing, "for your concern, Severus, but I trust my faithful servants and their capabilities."

…..

"This is just wonderful that you wanted to spend some time with us," Dorea said, not for the first time, as she handed Luna a hot cup of tea. "Especially since James told us who you really are. Our great-granddaughter! Can you believe it, Charlus?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, dear," Charlus had been startled awake by the sound of his name as he'd fallen asleep in his chair by the fire.

"This certainly changes things. Our will should be altered. What would you like, darling? Anything of ours just name it and we will bequeath it to you."

"Oh, I couldn't, really-" Luna attempted to protest.

"The manor!" Dorea declared with a clap of her hands. "James doesn't want it –he's told us so more than once. Just promise to take good care of Tippy and Tilly."

Luna felt another surge of affection for her ancestor as she reminded her of her Aunt Hermione in that moment. She didn't have the heart to tell Dorea that she would be returning to her own time; she doubted the elder witch had even given that option much thought. "Of course," she said, her voice thick with emotion.

"That's settled then. We will go to see the lawyer tomorrow and have that changed. Our manor will be left to Mrs. Lily Luna Potter-Black. Married to our Sirius! Gracious. What a time for celebrations."

Dorea was just reaching for another bottle of Ogden's best Firewhiskey when they all heard the rumbling BOOM. The chandelier above them rattled just a little but that was the only tremor they noticed.

Suddenly wide awake, Charlus Potter was on his feet with wand in hand. "They're breaking through the wards," he growled and tore off out of the sitting room.

Dorea's hand grasped her own throat in terror and she chased off after her husband.

"Go with them," Sirius pushed Luna after them. "I'll head out onto the grounds. Go, Lu-Lu, GO!" he shouted and took off running.

Luna obeyed, following Dorea as her skirt disappeared around a corner. They could move surprisingly fast for their advanced ages and Luna had to put in real effort to keep up. Instead of going outside, Charlus and Dorea went up.

Up into the highest tower of the manor which appeared to be a private art gallery. Momentarily distracted by the names on some of the pieces; Van Gogh, Monet, and Picasso, among others, Luna asked, "Those aren't originals?"

"Oh, yes," Charlus enthused, "Dorea is a collector of them."

Luna gaped at them with an open mouth until another loud BOOM brought her back to reality and she raced to peer out of a window. "Is that Sirius?" Dorea shrieked as a dark figure charged toward the Death Eaters waiting at the gates.

"Yes," Luna breathed then sprang into action, firing a few well aimed spells. But they didn't make it as one of the masked Death Eaters deflected them with a strong Shield Charm. "Damn," she swore and before they could stop her, she had leapt through the window.

With a few powerful spells; one to slow down her momentum and another for a cushioning charm, Luna landed safely on the grass just a few yards behind her husband.

The Death Eaters had not yet been able to penetrate onto the grounds and Sirius was going to make sure they never did. Using magic he propelled himself up and over the wall surrounding the manor and attacked the Death Eaters from behind. Luna did the same.

Spinning, Voldemort's followers found themselves facing the newlywed couple. "Look what we have here," Rodolphus sneered, "blood traitor Black and his whore of a wife."

"Ha," Sirius barked a laugh, "Bit of a hypocrite aren't you, mate? Your wife is a piece of work. Walks around panting after Voldemort like a bitch in heat."

Then the Death Eaters charged them.

Luna had never engaged in a real fight like this. The closest she had come was nearly a year previously on the grounds of Hogwarts when Mary had kissed Remus while still dating Eric.

Now, however, she knew it was life or death. And she'd be damned if she let them touch one hair on Sirius's head. Four on two they fought, spinning, swearing, throwing curses, and yet neither group was gaining the upper hand.

In a clever move Sirius managed to feint and hit Barty Crouch Jr. with a swelling spell right in the head which quickly became too heavy for Barty and he toppled over trying to set it right.

Luna screamed as she found a hand grasping her ankle, anchoring her in place. Despite being pinned in place, Crouch had still managed to help his comrades. Luna couldn't dodge out of the way as two curses sailed directly toward her. One looked like a red stunner and the other she knew was Crucio.

Her wand sliced through the air, blocking the stunner, but the Crucio had been cast at the same time from the opposite direction and she couldn't block that one in time. Surprising her again with his speed, Charlus Potter dashed in front of her, blasted the curse back at it's caster and threw himself into the fray.

Luna slashed her wand down, slicing Crouch's hand open to the bone. He howled in pain and in her rage she reared back and kicked him right in his swollen stupid head.

"Nice one, love!" Sirius called over to her and she turned to find him sitting on top of a Death Eater bound head to foot in ropes.

Behind him a Death Eater was sneaking up as Charlus and Dorea worked together to take down Rabastan. Luna sprinted toward him, leaped over the unconscious Rodolphus, and found herself in a vicious one-on-one duel with Rosier.

"Take that! And that!" He cast Killing Curses as quickly as he could manage toward Luna's feet, keeping her constantly moving and unable to approach him any closer. Distracted watching the green lights dance around her ankles, she missed the purple light that lit up the dark grounds around the manor and without her even realizing, hit her directly in the chest.

As Luna crumpled, wondering briefly how this had happened, she was vaguely aware of Sirius shifting into his Animagi form midair and sinking his teeth deep into Rosier's throat, forcing him to the ground, and Dorea's gentle hands on her face before everything went black.

….

"Would you like some gillywater, Allie?" Frank asked Alice as he approached the tiny girl. They really were an odd couple to look at. Frank was so tall and broad. Tiny petite Alice was dwarfed beside him. Yet nobody could deny the love between them as they gazed at each other.

"No, thank you, Frank," she put a small hand on his chest and ran it down to the belt around his waist. "Do you think we could sneak upstairs for a bit? Your mum is so busy cooking us dinner that I doubt she would notice."

"How about the garden?" Frank offered instead as he took her hand in his and kissed her palm. Alice nodded, all blushing roses on her cheeks, and let her beloved lead her out of the house.

The moonlight was bright tonight and Alice's feet found the familiar path easily as Frank led her a little ways away from the house and deeper into the forest where he'd grown up. "Your tree house?" she asked in surprise as she realized their destination.

"I hope you don't feel too old to climb trees with me, Allie," he teased as he tugged her along gently.

"Never. I'd follow you into the Whomping Willow if that's where you fancied some alone time with me," she giggled and quickened her pace to keep up. She didn't know why Frank was being a little evasive tonight but she was eager to find out the surprise.

When they arrived he let her climb up the rope ladder first and she opened the door of the tree house to find a soft blanket, candles, and a bottle of wine. "Oh, Frank," she breathed as he appeared behind her with a charming smile on his handsome face.

"This was the first place we kissed. Do you remember?"

Alice chuckled. "How could I forget? You were so nervous. Invited me to your house for dinner. Your mum showed me albums of you as a baby in your nappies. Then you asked if I wanted to see your old tree house. Your mum pitched a fit about it and said a tree house was not a proper place to take the witch you're courting."

"But I brought you up here anyways because you agreed," he reminisced as he slung an arm over her shoulders and her empty glass of wine filled itself. "I rambled on about Transfiguration for a good twenty minutes before I worked up the courage to kiss you."

"That's why you weren't in Gryffindor, you know. Too scared of women," she bumped his ribs lightly with her shoulder and leaned her head against his chest with a contented sigh.

"Hopefully I won't go on about Transfiguration this time," he mumbled more to himself than to her.

"What has you nervous now? You've done much more than kiss me," she tilted her head up to wink at him then ducked down to take a gulp of the wine.

"Alice Fortescue. I love you with all of my heart. You know that, right?" he shifted her in his arms so that she was facing him.

"Yes, of course," her reply was sure and immediate.

Frank huffed out a nervous breath and fumbled in his pockets. Alice's eyes widened and she nearly dropped her glass as she realized what this was all about. "Would you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?"

He couldn't even meet her eyes as he opened the ring box to reveal the simple round diamond that glistened from the firelight around them.

Alice threw the glass of wine behind her, not even noticing as it shattered against the treehouse wall, and threw herself at Frank, kissing every inch of his face she could manage. Frank let himself fall back in surprise and kissed her back with equal enthusiasm.

Without speaking a word, Alice undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, slid her own skirt up around her hips, and without any warning he was inside of her. Frank groaned and his large hands found her sides and moved her up and down on top of him.

He would never get enough of this. Never get enough of his feisty, brave, little Alice. Braver than he could ever be, though shy, she outshone him in every way. At least that was how Frank felt. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Because his Alice outshone everyone.

It wasn't a very romantic or a particularly long round of love making but it was love making just the same. When Alice let out a noise of satisfaction and Frank felt her pulse around him he let himself release and pulled her down to rest on top of his chest.

Still breathless, he asked, "Does that mean 'yes'?"

A silent laugh rumbled through Alice and she lifted her head to meet his eyes as she replied, "It means, 'a thousand times yes and it took you long enough to ask, you arse.'"

Frank reached again for the ring box, which had been flung to the side in their anxious tryst, and slid the ring onto her finger. He used his wand to adjust the band size and Alice gazed at it with fondness for what it represented. Frank wanted her. He wanted her forever. And nothing had ever made Alice Fortescue happier than that.

With silly broad smiles on both of their faces they left the treehouse and walked back up to the house to tell his mother the good news. Augusta would be thrilled – she adored Alice as if she were her own daughter.

When they came through the back door, however, the sight that met their eyes in the kitchen made both of their hearts race with fear and shock.

Four masked Death Eaters lay unconscious on the tiled floor with varying degrees of injuries and a calm Augusta Longbottom stood in the middle of them with a wand in one hand and an iron skillet in the other.

"Thought they could get the better of me – ha! I showed them!" Then, for good measure, she whacked one on the head as he tried to sit up and he slumped back over.

…..

"That was your mistake, Mrs. Fortescue," James, ever the charmer, winked at Alice's mother before moving his Bishop. "Check…mate," he said confidently.

"Drat!" Mrs. Fortescue slapped a hand on the table as her King surrendered. "Good game, Mr. Potter." They shook hands over the board.

Florean happened to find muggles just as fascinating as Arthur Weasley and was in a deep conversation with Lily at the moment over television sets.

"But we already have moving pictures, Ms. Evans," he was saying in exasperation.

Lily smiled at him. "This is different. Moving pictures that aren't aware you are watching them. Like you're watching a play at the theatre, only the actors aren't really there, they're in the television."

"In the television? Do muggles have the capability of shrinking themselves down and climbing in there?" he seemed to be simultaneously terrified and elated by this possibility.

Lily only barely managed to hold back her laughter as she shook her head and attempted to explain again. She and James had been honest about their reason for being there. They'd explained how Voldemort's Death Eaters were possibly targeting them and that James and Lily were there as a little extra protection.

"Would you like a drink?" Mr. Fortescue asked as he stood and stretched.

"No, thank you," was Lily's polite respond.

"I wouldn't say no to something a little stronger than butterbeer," James smirked at Alice's parents and the couple went together into the kitchen.

"Oh no," said Mrs. Fortescue as she slapped a hand to her forehead. "I just remembered, Florean, I didn't lock the back door at the shop."

"Don't worry about it," he argued as he pulled out a bottle of butterbeer for James, refusing to give the boy anything stronger. "We'll get it tomorrow."

"There've been a few break-ins recently. Madam Malkins said that all of the money from her till was gone yesterday morning and Mr. Ollivander-"

"Who would want to break in for some ice cream? No, love, I think it'll be alright," he kissed her forehead and took his own drink and James's back into the sitting room.

"Ah, butterbeer," said James with enthusiasm as he tasted the drink he'd been handed. "Thank you, sir."

"None of that 'sir' business here," Florean scolded with a wag of his finger. "Now, onto more important things. Let's talk about these cinemas, as you call them," he addressed Lily, "you say they have giant televisions? I don't suppose there is one near here?"

"There are actually several in muggle London. I've been to one with my mum just a few minutes' drive from here-"

"Drive? You drove an automobile? I must say I am impressed! Incidentally, can all muggles drive?"

"Most, but not all," Lily then went on about the training she'd had to operate a vehicle and her father's old truck that she nearly ran into the pond because she was distracted trying to clutch and shift at the same time.

"Sounds much more complicated than flying," Florean dismissed with a wave of his hand.

The fireplace lit up green and Sirius Black came spiraling into the room, looking pale and exhausted. "Padfoot-" James started and leapt to his feet.

"Luna's in St. Mungo's," he breathed, "Critical care. She's in bad shape, Prongs," Sirius was shaking and Florean didn't waste any time getting this one a glass of strong whiskey.

"What happened?" Lily pressed urgently.

"Death Eaters showed up at your place-" Sirius began.

"Death Eaters? But they haven't come around here," Florean instinctively glanced around to find his wife but she wasn't in the room. In fact, he hadn't seen her since their disagreement in the kitchen. "Oh no," he muttered.

"Mr. Fortescue? Were you listening?" Lily demanded his attention. "We're going to St. Mungo's, get-"

"She's gone," he said and the look of horror on his face finally registered with the others in the room.

"Where?" James already had his wand drawn.

"To –to the shop, I think. Said she left the backdoor unlocked and wanted to check…"

James Disapparated first; Lily, Sirius, and Florean followed. At first all seemed fine; there was a dim light coming from within the shop and Mr. Fortescue breathed a sigh of relief as he rushed in to drag his wife out.

He hadn't looked up.

If he had, he would've seen the large Dark Mark hoovering above his ice cream parlor.

Lily let out a shrill scream and dropped to her knees as the other shopkeepers in Diagon Alley began filing out of their places of residence in silence. They all knew what must be inside.

James had his arms around Lily but left her when Mr. Fortescue's sharp cries split the night. Mr. Ollivander was crying quietly into a handkerchief and the manager of Flourish and Blotts kept saying, "No, not Allison…please not Allison…"

James emerged supporting Florean who looked as though he had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. "Shock," said James as an explanation as he handed Florean off to Sirius. "She's dead," he announced to the gathering crowd.

James didn't look much better than Florean and he pulled Lily to him fiercely. "I love you," he told her roughly. "I love you and I'll die before I let that happen to you."

"But…but what was it?" Lily asked, "The Killing Curse?"

"Might've been," James cleared his throat, "But there was an awful lot of blood. They wanted to make a scene and they wanted to make a point. It's awful in there, Lils, don't go in," James so rarely gave such a direct order that Lily obeyed. It was his tone that convinced her. She didn't need to see that anyway.

The Aurors were appearing now. Mad-Eye Moody was the first on the scene, naturally, and that was when James, Sirius, and Lily made their exit.

…

They were all at St. Mungo's when Alice arrived. James, Lily, Sirius, Peter, Remus, and Mary were gathered around in the waiting room, anxious to hear what the Healers had to say about Luna's condition.

Frank and Alice came in and they both wore serious expressions but nothing close to what their expressions would be when they told Alice about her mother.

"How's Luna?" she asked eagerly. By the looks on her friend's faces she assumed the worst. "No. She can't be….but…" Sirius didn't look sad for himself, he was looking at her in sympathy. "No…my parents? But how?" there were no accusations in her voice, only a plea for more information as her eyes shifted to James and Lily.

"Your mum left without us knowing," James swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing. "Thought she'd left the backdoor unlocked at the parlor. We thought she was still in the house…"

Alice fell against Frank and cried. Florean came in then, having been treated for shock upon his arrival, and when he saw Alice his own eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry," he sobbed, "I should've known she left. I should've stopped her. It's all my fault. You must hate me, I know you must-"

Alice threw arms around her father, hugging him as tightly as she could. "Thank Merlin you're alright," she whispered. "I love you."

…

Luna Black was in the hospital recuperating for one full week. The purple light, which the Healers still couldn't identify, had knocked her unconscious and rendered her unable to speak. At least temporarily. They gave her draughts for her throat every half hour and she was making progress. Her internal organs also looked bruised but nothing was damaged beyond repair.

All Order members dropped by periodically, even Dumbledore. The only time James and Lily had not visited her during visitor hours was when they attended Allison Fortescue's funeral.

Florean had insisted on moving on as best as he could. He changed around their home, redecorated the parlor, and insisted on helping Alice get her wedding things together as she and Frank didn't want to have a long engagement. "If that had been me or Fr-Frank," she had hiccupped, "instead of my mum…well, I want to know that I didn't miss out on anything with him."

There was a handy spell that Dumbledore had given them which allowed them to inherently know sign language which came in handy. Luna could only speak in a whispering voice that didn't carry so sign language was currently the best way for her to communicate with the others.

'I want to go home' she signed to her Healer after having been in the hospital for a week.

Healer Ivan gave a dramatic sigh. "You clearly aren't back to full health yet, Mrs. Black, I'm sorry."

'I'm fine except for my voice,' she argued hotly. Sirius sat watching the exchange with a smug smile on his face. His wife would be released today as it was clear she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

"Yes, but we'd like to keep a close eye on you just in case."

"Bullshit," she hissed, too low for the Healer to hear. 'I'm leaving,' she told the Healer as she stood up and grabbed her wand off of the end table.

"Fine! We can't keep you here against your will for Godric's sake! I'll bring your release papers to the front desk. Sign them before you leave."

Luna knew she only had one week left in the past and she was determined to spend each of those precious moments in the only home she would have with her husband.

It seemed that Healer Ivan wasn't letting her go completely free. She had to promise to continue taking her medications regularly and on schedule. Luna agreed, handing off the numerous bottled potions and vials to Sirius to carry for her. Laden with so many bottles he trotted after her slowly to the grates and they used Floo Powder to return home.

Each day her condition improved although she would occasionally go silent again for a while. By the time her month was up, Luna was completely healthy and herself again aside from the occasional loss of her voice. Now all she was waiting for was the dreaded visit from Dumbledore.

…

Lily Evans and Mary MacDonald loved sharing a flat. The only times it got even the slightest bit awkward was when one or the other forgot the Silencing Charm on the bedroom when they were having sex with their respective boyfriends.

"FOR GODRIC'S SAKE, JAMES, YOU'VE MADE THE POOR GIRL BEG ENOUGH! FUCK HER ALREADY!" Mary screamed through the thin wall.

She heard a startled, "Oh!" from Lily and a "…fucking Silencing Charm…" from James.

Mary laughed as the sounds suddenly disappeared. She kicked back on her bed and continued reading the latest copy of Witch Weekly in peace. Until the owl came pecking on the window.

"Fucking hell, am I going to get a single moment of peace this evening?" she grumbled as she flung the window open and coaxed the bird inside. "What have you got for me, pretty girl?" she cooed.

Across the page in Luna's scrawl was, "Tomorrow. Noon. Our place."

And Mary knew what that meant.

The next moment she was entering Lily's room, not even caring or noticing that Lily and James were stark naked and scrambling to get under the blankets.

"Mary!" Screeched Lily.

"Honestly, MacDonald, if you want to join in you're going to have to get Lily's permission, and Remus's too for that matter…" James scolded as he made sure the blankets were covering him from the waist down.

"It's from Luna," Mary's eyes were brimming with tears when she held the letter out for James and Lily to read. "She's leaving tomorrow."

…

The day had arrived. Luna was standing nervously in the middle of her sitting room wearing the exact same outfit that she'd been wearing when she left. All of her friends were there – James, Lily, Mary, Alice, Remus, and Frank. Even Minerva McGonagall had surprised them all by showing up with watery eyes.

"Excuse me, I have to use the ladies'" Luna jerked a thumb over her shoulder toward their restroom.

"I don't expect it'll be a long trip," Sirius quipped.

"Yeah, and I'm sure they'll have toilets where you're going," James added with a forced smile.

Luna gave them a fake, "ha-ha," and ducked down the hallway.

The moment she closed and locked the door behind her she extracted the pregnancy detecting potion from under the sink.

She had spent the extra money on purchasing one that had a wide range of possible results. Muggle tests, she knew, were faulty and sometimes didn't register a pregnancy if it was too early.

Magical tests, however, would tell her immediately if she was. The moment of conception. If she and Sirius had conceived a child last night then this test would know. It would also tell her if there was a possibility of her conceiving. Sometimes a man's sperm could survive in a woman's body long enough for an egg to come along and a woman wouldn't get pregnant until a few days after the actual intercourse.

It would also tell her the gender the child would be immediately. Muggles still hadn't been able to achieve that one yet.

She looked over the complicated results page several times before drinking the potion. Pink for girl. Blue for boy. Green for not pregnant – no way, no how. Purple for could still get pregnant (meaning an egg was on it's way to meet Sirius's sperm but it hadn't happened yet). Yellow for twins.

"Come on blue or pink!" she mumbled as she uncorked the vial and downed it in a single gulp. Immediately she felt the need to urinate and put the bottle between her legs to catch it.

With her eyes closed and her fingers crossed she lifted the bottle to eye level. Green. Luna started to silently cry. There would be no baby Black in her future. Just her. Forever alone in an unknown future.

Luna finished her business, zipped up her jeans, then sat cross-legged on the floor staring at the stubbornly dark green potion. Perhaps a mistake? A faulty potion? No, that was too much to hope for.

A soft rap on the door shook her out of her thoughts. "May I come in?"

"Yes."

Professor Dumbledore entered. He glanced from her to the bottle in her hands twice. "Ah," he acknowledged, "I see. Well, all things considered, Lily, this is probably for the best." As she opened her mouth to give an angry retort he held up a hand to request her silence. "I only mean that, unless I am mistaken, you do not intend to tell your family about your adventures here. It would be difficult to explain a pregnancy in that situation."

"That's correct, Sir. It's my business, not theirs, and I don't need them lecturing me or prodding me for details. Not after the year I've had. I'll have a hard enough time as it is. Eventually I may confide in someone. I have a few cousins I can always talk with. And brothers."

"A wise decision on the whole," Dumbledore agreed. "Which brings me to my next point. I am going to administer to you a few drops of a de-aging potion to set you right at where you were when you arrived. One year younger. Which is another reason it is a good thing you're not with child. I am not sure how such a potion would affect the baby. Or how time travel would harm him or her. No, overall this is a very good thing, Mrs. Black."

"I reckon," she reluctantly agreed that, logically, this was good. After all, how could she complete her final year at Hogwarts back home if she had a baby?

"Very well, here is the de-aging potion," he handed it to her and she took it without argument. "Now let us go join our audience."

When they entered the sitting room everyone was quiet. Lily Luna Potter-Black hugged them each in turn, holding onto James and Lily the longest. "You look different," James scrunched his nose up at her.

"I'm a year younger. Dumbledore gave me a potion to de-age me."

"Ah, that makes sense."

Then she reached Sirius. "I love you." His words were loud and clear. Not marred by emotion as she had expected.

"I love you," she was just as calm and collected as he was. But she wouldn't be for long. As soon as she returned home she was going to be a mess. So she would be strong now. For him. "Forever."

She took the Time Turner from Dumbledore and slung it around her neck. "Thank you, Professor," she shook his hand and subtly slid a piece of paper into his palm. His eyebrows raised in question and Luna nodded and whispered a quiet, "Please?" that only Dumbledore could hear.

Curious as to what was on the note but wise enough not to read it at that moment, Dumbledore stuffed it into his pocket and advised her on how to use the device. "One turn for each year. Good luck, Ms. Potter."

"I'm so glad I got to meet all of you here like this. I love you all," knowing it was now or never, Luna turned her back to all of them and spun the dial nine times.

She closed her eyes and braced herself for impact but this trip was much smoother than her last. When she stopped, her eyes opened and the house she was in was nearly unrecognizable. It had been completely blown apart. The sitting room didn't even resemble a sitting room.

That was when Luna knew for sure, although she had previously guessed, that this was the house in which her grandparents had died. Sirius must have given James and Lily the house after Luna left. He probably hadn't wanted to live there without her. Her heart ached for him but she didn't blame him.

Luna knew she had to move fast. With only a few moments of hesitation she Disapparated and appeared on the edge of the mainland where a ferry boat was docked.

"How much for you to take me to Azkaban prison?" she inquired of the captain.

"You want to go to Azkaban? Pretty little thing like you?" he asked in shock.

"Yes. I'll pay you well for it," she hefted up a sack of gold coins. The captain took it eagerly, spilling it into his hand to count out the galleons.

"This is more than I make in a year," he muttered.

"Worth one round trip to the prison?"

"I reckon so, miss. Come aboard, then," Luna clambered into the boat.

"Just to be sure – the year is…?"

The captain glanced at her as he untied the rope that had been tethering his boat to the dock. "1987, ma'm."

Yes. Dumbledore had given her the correct instructions. Nine turns had taken her to exactly halfway through Sirius's stint in Azkaban prison. He'd already been there for six years and had another six to go before he would escape.

It was a short ride, helped along by magic, and when he docked the captain shivered from the cold of the dementors and said, "Please hurry, miss, this place chills me to the bone."

Luna nodded and stumbled her way up the root-strewn path right to the guards waiting at the gate. "I'm here to visit a prisoner," she announced.

"Name?"

"Luna Black. Sirius Black is my husband and I wish to visit him."

One of the guards gave a low whistle. "You must be very into youth spells. You say you're married to Black but you don't look a day over seventeen!"

"She's telling the truth, Hank," the other guard revealed as he waved his wand over her a second time, to verify the results. "There's a marriage bond on her that matches Black's. And we have a very old but still official decree from the Wizengamot, signed by Dumbledore himself, that allows a 'Mrs. Luna Black,' to visit a 'Mr. Sirius Black,'" he read the words off of a parchment he'd just summoned from the documents office.

Luna sagged with relief. Dumbledore had filled her last request after all. The piece of paper she'd given to him informed him of her intention to visit Sirius in Azkaban and requested his assistance.

"But he's a high security prisoner!" argued an angry Hank.

"Doesn't matter," the other one shook his head. "Wizengamot orders."

And they let her through.

Hank led her all the way up to the highest tower. Luna shivered the whole way. There'd never been a more terrible place. Not even in her worst nightmares. "The dementors will leave this wing while you're here," Hank informed her. "They'll return when you leave. Unfortunately their absence from this wing of the prison doesn't mean you still won't feel them. I'll lock you in. Yell for me when you're ready to leave."

He unlocked the cell, ushered her inside, then locked it again.

Sirius Black was in his Animagus form. A big black dog was curled up in the corner with his paws over his ears. Luna willed herself not to cry as she saw how thin and ragged he looked.

"Sirius?" she whispered as she reached out to pat his head. The dog woke with a start and scrambled back against the wall. "It's me. It's Luna," she said after taking a step back.

Sirius transformed. He looked like he'd aged 20 years instead of just nine but he was still the most handsome man she'd ever seen. "You can't be here," he sounded hoarse. "You left."

"Just a few moments ago," she agreed and despite her best efforts tears were now stinging her eyes.

"You don't look a day older," he said in wonder.

"I wouldn't, would I?" she teased. Sirius was on his feet, weakly, but managed to stumble to her and throw his arms around her, sobbing into her long dark hair.

"All of the times I imagined how you would look at age 20…30…40…and now here you are looking exactly as you always have."

"I brought you some food, from our house, you know, because I was just there," she reached into her cloak pocket and brought out a small bag. "Undetectable extension charm and all of the food has preservation spells. I imagine that what I've put together in there will last you for a few years in here, at least. You need to gain strength."

"For what?" there was the bitterness she'd been expecting. "Strength to die in here just a little later than I would have? You knew, didn't you? About Peter."

"I did," there was no point in denying it.

"But then…how? How did you know? The whole world thinks him dead."

"But he's not. And we'll discover that soon enough. You're going to escape, you know," she put a soft hand on the side of his face and Sirius leaned into her touch, just as he always had.

He snorted. "I am?"

"Yes. Be patient. The time will come." Luna kissed him and he pulled back.

"I must be disgusting to you."

"Never," she growled. "Let me give you what strength I can. I'm your wife. This is the least I can do. This is all I can do for you, Sirius. Some food and some strength of spirit, if you'll let me," to emphasize her meaning she ran a hand down his body and pressed her palm against his crotch.

He groaned and let himself fall back onto the cot where he slept. Luna climbed on top of him and he took his time with her. He kissed every inch of her beautiful skin, removed her clothing with careful movements, and made love to her for the first time in nearly a decade.

"I have to go now," she said as she dressed herself.

"I know. But…this wasn't all just a dream?"

Luna turned to him and gave a smile as she slid her bra straps onto her shoulders. "I can see how you would confuse me for a figment of imagination, Black, as I am quite incredible. But I promise this was real. If you ever need a reminder of that just look at the bag," she nodded her head toward the food she'd left for him.

After one last kiss she left. She had wanted to stay longer. Truthfully she'd wanted to stay forever. But she had to get out of there now or she would have broken down in front of him and that was something she'd not allow herself to do. Sirius would never know how much this had cost her. Because she knew it was all she could do for him.

…..

Once back on the mainland she Apparated to Hogsmeade and spun her Time Turner to take her the remaining years into the future. When she popped back into existence it took her a moment to get reoriented. The bright sunlight almost blinded her as she blinked and there was a worried face hoovering over hers.

"Blimey, Lils, you scared the shit out of me!" Albus. Her brother. Albus Potter.

"I did? Why?"

"You disappeared for a minute. I thought you'd Disapparated but there wasn't a sound and I knew you wouldn't have just left me here. How are you feeling?" he put a hand on her forehead.

"I'm fine, Al, honestly. I don't even know what happened. One minute we were fighting and the next I was on the ground," she grumbled as she got up and dusted herself off.

"I'm sorry I fought with you but can we please put that bloody necklace back now?"

"Yeah, alright," she quickly agreed.

"Good. I'll Apparate us home. Hold on," he took her arm, spun on the spot, and despite her immense pain, in that moment there was nowhere Luna would rather be than with her family.