I know. I love Luna's moon. Since Luna means moon and she is sort of dreamy and vague I thought it would make sense for her to have the moon as a companion.

That is really cool I think that was a great idea

~Ashy~

Well thank you.

I think Susi hasn't gotten around to writing the next chapter yet. She has three other FF's to take care of. But I will remind her and then hopefully it will be up soon.

New reader!!!!

Poor Neville and poor Luna. They are soo made for each other. Lol!!!

Cant wait fro more

Evangeline
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Hi Evangeline! Welcome to our FF, I hope you like it!

Oh i like it alot already

Cant wait for next chapter

Okay listen up everyone! I'm sorry that it is taking Susi so long to post again, but i talked to her about it and she will try to put it up. Right, Sus?

Go Luna and Neville... I'll be waiting for the next one...

Hi, I'm your biggist fan!! hehe, i just noticed I'm reading ALLLLLLL your ff!! HEHE!! . . . i guess i am your biggest fan, lol!

Last update 25 MAY 2008

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Sorry about the thread going inactive everyone, but at least we have it back. I think we lost all our reader though. Oh, well.

Susi and I have talked and we decided that I will put up all the remaining chapters, since she did a lot at the beginning. There aren't many left I'm afraid. I'll post soon.

--Maura

I have the next chapter. we weren't really going anywhere so I sped up time. I'm cool like that. These last chapters will focus on Luna escaping from Malfoy Manor, her stay at Shell Cottage, and the final battle at Hogwarts.

So here it is:

The end of term was closing in fast. My whole seventh year had been a

nightmare, and I wished that somehow everything would right itself and I

could redo the past ten months, but that was impossible.

Nothing was going right anymore. Seamus and I had more bruises and cuts

than ever. People were going missing left and right. Thankfully there had

been no more scuffles with the Death Eaters, but after Easter break, a lot of

people had never come back, including Ginny. It was beginning to get quite

lonely. Yet there was a bubble inside me, a bubble of hope that Luna would

return. The bubble dwindled a little in size every day when she did not. There

was no news of dean or any of the other Muggle-borns, though there was

news of Harry. Apparently, Harry, Ron and Hermione had sneaked into the

Ministry of Magic disguised as workers. They had gotten away, only to be

found by the Snatchers soon after.

I sighed and went to class, and found myself wishing for the end of term.

"Ouch!"

I looked up at the sound of a cry. There were four struggling figures. I could

barely see their silhouettes, much less who it was.

The door swung shut, leaving us in total blackness. One of the figures was

cursing under their breath. I thought I recognized the voice.

"Dean?" I said in amazement. "Is that you?"

"Luna?" said another voice. I gasped.

"Harry?"

So Dean, Harry and Ron were down here. Where was Hermione?

My question was answered by a loud, terrified, bloodcurdling scream above

our heads.

Hermione was being tortured.

Over Ron's desperate screams, I managed to find the nail. But it was too dark

to see what i was doing and I figured it might not be so good to cut someone

open with a rusty nail by accident.

Once Ron figured out my predicament, he decided to help. I heard a loud

click, and suddenly there were three small suns floating in the air. I cut the

ropes binding them.

We all stood staring at one another. Then suddenly, there was a loud crack.

I screamed in surprise.

Someone had Apparated into the room.

wow good chapter

Evangeline
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sorry for short post, im writing in one hand, eating from the other. lol

Evangeline: lol I do that all the time, that's why it takes me so long to answer your PM's

OK next chapter up soon. I'm working on it.

OK here it is. The next chapter:

I rolled over in the dark and looked at the clock. It was half past three. I

grumbled quietly to myself and sat up. With Dean, Harry, and Ron all gone,

Seamus and I were very lonely these days, especially now that the war with

You-Know-Who seemed to be a lost cause. More people were dying every

day. There was no further news about Dean, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, or

anyone else. I slipped into an useasy, fitful sleep and didn't wake again until

morning.

I woke up to a sunny sky, bright light filling the dormitory. I dragged myself

out of bed and shuffled to the doorway.

"Neville!" Seamus jumped up from a chair in front of the fire and ran up to me.

He, too, was still in his pajamas.

"What is it, Seamus?" I asked. His eyes were wild with fear. He pointed to the

notice board. I went up to it and read:

IMPORTANT NOTICE

All seventh years must report to the Dark Arts classroom for N.E.W.T. tests.

I looked back at Seamus. "So?" He gestured for me to read on.

All students will be tested by either Professor Amycus Carrow or Professor Alecto Carrow for all classes. Anyone who gets anything less than an "Outstanding" will be severely punished.

I looked back at Seamus again, my eyes wide. "I'm doomed," I wailed. "Doomed,

Seamus! I can't get an O in anything!"

He looked at me. "Sorry, mate," he said, patting my shoulder sympathetically.

I pushed him away gently. "That's it!" I stormed. "I will not pass this test, so

why bother trying?" I stomped out of the common room, still wearing my

pajamas. Seamus pulled on jeans and a sweater and followed hastily.

I had a plan hatching in my mind. I remembered how Harry had used the

Room of Requirement n our fifth year to rebel against Umbridge and the

Ministry. Why couldn't I do the same?

I clutched Dean's arm in fear as someone entered by means of

Apparition. Once I could look, I saw that it was merely a house-elf. Nothing

to be afraid of. Dobby had come to help us. I stared at him. he could get us

out.

Apparently, Harry was thinking along the same lines I was. "Dobby," he

whispered, "you can get us out of here, right?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir."

Harry looked like he was about to say something more, but Hermione's

screams were becoming even more frantic, and there were footsteps coming

close. Up above, they had heard Dobby come in and were coming to see

what was going on.

The fat, stupid Death Eater--oh, most of them are like that, sorry. Let me try

again.

The one called Peter Pettigrew advanced down the stairs towards us. His

beady little eyes took in the orbs of light floating in midair, and the fact that

no one was tied up. Before he could do anything, Harry jumped forward.

What in Merlin's name was he doing?

"You owe me your life, Wormtail," he said. I arched an eyebrow. What was

this all about? Then I gasped. Right before the astonished eyes of everyone

in the room, including Pettigrew himself, Peter Pettigrew's silver hand was

reaching for the throat of its master. Wormtail didn't seem to be able to stop

it, and try as they might, Harry and Ron couldn't either. There was nothing

we could do but watch helplessly as Wormtail strangled himself.

After a few minutes, Pettigrew was dead and Dobby was preparing to take us

to Shell Cottage, where Bill Weasley and his wife Fleur lived. First he took

Uncle, Griphook, and myself. I felt a strange compressing sensation and then,

we were standing outside a litle cottage by the sea.

Wow good chapter

Cant wait for more

Evangeline
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thank you!

next chapter should be up pretty soon

your welcome

yay hrmy! Thank you so much for finishing it up... i suck at updating lol! GREAT chappies tho!

No problem Susi!

OK, next chapter will be up either today or tomorrow. I will get up in the middle of the night to post if I have to!

I have it. So here it is everybody!

I was pacing in front of a blank stretch of wall across from the portrait of

Barbanas the Barmy, who was still trying to train the trolls to dance ballet

after very many unsuccessful attempts. Seamus and I were up on the

seventh floor, trying to get into the Room of Requirement. Still pacing, I

thought We need somewhere to live in to get away from the Death

Eaters…We need somewhere to live in to get way from the Death Eaters….We

need somewhere to live in to get away from the Death Eaters as hard as I

could. I stopped pacing and looked at the wall frustratedly, expecting it to be

blank. But there was a door materializing right in front of my eyes. Satisfied, I

turned the handle and opened the door, and stepped inside. Seamus was right

behind me.

I stopped short, and stared, awestruck, at what was in front of me.

“Merlin’s pants…” breathed Seamus behind me. He seemed just as impressed

as I was.

The room was enormous, with hammocks of every color. Gryffindor banners

covered the stone walls and there were pillows everywhere. There was only

one portrait: a young girl looking out and smiling at us. Something about her

face seemed familiar but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Yep, I thought, I think

we’ll be comfortable here.

Waiting for the others to get back from Malfoy Manor was one of the hardest

things I ever had to do. As soon as we arrived at shell Cottage, someone

hurried out to see who we were.

“Oh!” exclaimed the woman. “Bill!” she called urgently over her shoulder. “Bill,

come quickly!”

A man hurried out. “Fleur! What is it?” he asked. His eyes landed on us: the

old man, the young girl with frizzy blonde hair, the frightened goblin, the

young woman who was doubled over in pain and clutching me for support, and

the tiny little house-elf. Bell stared at the goblin first. “Griphook?” he asked

incredulously. He took another look at Hermione. “Come, we need to get you

all inside,” he added, and led us into Shell Cottage. Hermione was put on Fleur

and Bill’s bed for the time being so that she might begin to recover. Uncle

Ollivander and Griphook were put in the guest bedroom and I was to sleep on

the sofa.

As soon as we were all settled, Dobby came up to me. “Dobby must return to

free Harry Potter and his friends, miss,” he told me. “Dobby will be back soon.”

With that, he vanished.

It was another hour before he came back with the rest of them. To keep

myself from becoming insaner than I already was out of worry, I helped Fleur

with things around the house: the laundry, the dishes, the garden. I had no

idea what was going on at Malfoy Manor and that made the wait seem all the

longer.

Finally, I heard the telltale crack that meant they were back. I ran outside,

Bill and Fleur at my heels.

Harry, Ron, Dobby, and Dean were standing in front of the house. I sighed in

relief. Everyone had gotten back, but something seemed wrong. Why was

Harry sobbing like that? I went closer. Then I gasped.

Harry, Dean, and Ron were crowded around Dobby, who was lying on the

ground, motionless. There was a silver dagger impaled in his chest. It was

quite clear that he was dying. Very distinctly, I heard the last words he ever

spoke.

“Harry.…P-Potter.…”

Ahhhh wow, i swear i read my name in there, unless it was a mistake.

Cant wait for more

Evangeline
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