Seems he just did that...

Susi says she might make the next chapter from Luna's point of view. I don't know if she'll actually do it, we don't read one another's chapters until after they're posted....

well me and hrmy were thinking of throwing in a few chappies from Luna's POV how does that sound? And BTW the next chap will be up tomarrow

dang, i just repeated what hrmy said lol, always read the post before yours!

teehee I liked that chapter!!!! and the chapter before that... OH I LIKE THE WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!......OK i'm done shouting now

It is now tomorrow, where's the chappie? J/K take all the time you need...I sound more like a reader than one of the authors right now, that's how impatient i am for it! I really need something to do.

Ok, this is in LUNA'S POV enjoy
"Hello?" I called softly, surprised at how weak my voice sounded as it

echoed(?) back towards me...

"Yes?" and old voice said to my left, I stiled a yelp, "Who's there?"

"Are you a death eater? Or... merlin forbid... a pink-nosed tilted toed

dexterium?"

"Luna, is that you?"

"Great uncle Charles?" (a/n refer to my fic Astrum)

"Oh, Luna so sad that you were captured, I hope you are well?"

"Yes there are no nargles here..." I said to my great uncle Charles Ollivander.

"Drated humans, deciving morons..." I heard to my right.

"Oh, do be quiet Griphook!" my uncle said.

"Um, Uncle? Where are we?" I asked, slightly afraid of the answer.

"Well Luna we are in the basement of Malfoy Manor.

Neville help me!

Wow, short..... but it give Hrmy something to do....

Kay. I'm going to assume you made up Mr. Ollivander is Luna's uncle...

Wow I need to get going here! The next chapter will be up in a few days.

Here's the next one. sorry it took so long, most of it is in Neville's POV because I couldn't think of a continuation of Susi's last one, Luna's POV. So anyway, here it is:

Christmas Eve. I sat at the dinner table with one of my arms propping up my

head. I had been slightly depressed since Luna had been dragged off the train

against her will. I made stripes in my mashed potatoes with my fork and tried

to seem as though I was happy. I hadn't told Grandma about what happened

yet. She would never believe me, anyway. So I tried to eat my potatoes

instead of mutilating them.

After dinner, Grandma and I sat in the parlor. Grandma was knitting a

Christmas sweater for my cousin Eunice. It was a horrid shade of puke-green,

with little brown and orange puff balls all over it. It was just about the ugliest

thing I'd ever seen, except for the time I accidentally stumbled upon a gnome

having a baby. As Grandma knitted, she talked. "...and Neville don't forget to

wash behind your ears before your great-uncle Algie arrives tomorrow, you

know he doesn't like you, and oh yes, make sure you have clean underwear,

you know he likes to hang you by it, we don't want him to have to touch dirty

underwear, and..." I stared into the fire, pretending to listen, but really

ignoring grandma with her bright red skirt and shrill, monotonous voice and

claw-like hands and stupid vulture hat.

Fifteen whole minutes passed. I wouldn't be able to take much more of

Grandma's boring yakky-yakky. I sighed to myself and renewed my efforts to

block out her voice.

"...with ham and maybe prune juice, wouldn't that be lovely, and of course

the squirrel-eye pudding for dessert. Wouldn't that be just charming, Neville?"

I stood up. "Yes, Grandma, it sounds wonderful. Er, I have to go and, um,

er....wash my ears. Will you excuse me?" I left without bothering for an

answer, and headed, not for the bathroom to wash behind my ears, but to my

bedroom. I opened the door and went straight to the side table. I picked up

the portrait of Luna I had on it. It had been taken the day we went into

Hogsmeade. Luna smiled up at me from the frame, in that calm, serene way of

hers. 'It will be all right, Neville,' her smile seemed to say. I sighed and

pressed the picture frame to my heart. "Oh, Luna. Where are you?" I

breathed. "I'll always be with you, Luna. We'll see each other again."

***

Not even a hundred miles away from where I knew Neville was,

and there was no way to get to him. I hoped he hadn't been attacked by a

Purple-bellied Whoop-spanker. That would be horrible.

'I'll always be with you, Luna. We'll see each other again.'

I sat up. Neville's voice, so clear in my head. How was that possible? I felt my

jaw drop slowly. My eyes widened in the dark as I realized that he was saying

that to himself. And by some amazing power, I could hear him. Maybe there

was a Mulkering Micro-Sticko-Blibber in here.

ok.. hrmy... were you on a sugar high by any chance? well it made me laugh

Nope, just exceedingly bored.

I think i will do part of each of my chapters Neville's POV, and part Luna's. Just letting you know ahead of time.

yeah that's probably best..

Yes, that's why I said she was smiling calmly and serenely, and her smile seemed to say something. That would be nearly impossible to capture on a still photo.

A Mulkering Micro-Sticko-Blibber?!?

I don't know. Why not? I was bored. (Not like you can do better. A pink nosed tilted toed dexterium?)

PAMS, Susi, PAMS

oh alright but next thing you know it will be a Pink-nosed Mulkering Dexterium Blibber!

Yeah, sure, whatever.

PAMS?

This story is brilliantly spectacularly wonderfully great!!!

Please PAMS soon because I want to find out what happens to everyone. What's happened to Dean? Just wondering and sorry if you have already answered it.

PAMS!!!

Jemmz
xxx

Nobody asked that yet. Remember, in the seventh book he was with Ted Tonks and the goblins, and then he was with the Snatchers when they found Harry, Ron and Hermione and brought them to Malfoy Manor. So that's where he is.

right now in the story though he is eating cake with the mad hatter in wonderland lol!

I was talking about the picture of Luna, can't Neiville and her talk to each other or something throgh the picture?? Like Dumbledore and Snape did in the Deathly Hallows??

Well I think you have to have a certain spell put on it to do that, and let's face it, Neville might not be able to perform it unless someone personally taught it to him. It's just the way he learns.

O.... I get it