Ok, last chapter! It's short and not much happens but I thought it was a good way to tie it up :) Please Review and tell me what you thought of the story :)

Draco flipped the small spoon back and forth between his hands. He had found it the night after she had gone. He had gone down into the shadows of the empty prison hoping that the Lovegood girl would be there, he was like a ghost walking endlessly. Turning the corner he hald expected to see blonde miracle waltzing to silent music, but there was only the tiny silver spoon, it had been strewn to the side like trash in their final attempt at escape.

It had been sitting in his pocket for a week now. Draco had obsessed over it, hoping that it contained a secret message of sort. He found nothing though, it was nothing but a trinket left behind by the dreamy eyed girl. She was gone and she wasn't coming back.

He pocketed the silverwear quietly and snatched up the stained shirt off his bed, keeping the two objects was tearing his heart in two. He marched with determination making his way down the stairs, each step seemed like a year. It pained him to think that only a week ago he was making this same trip through the house to befriend Luna, to earn her love.

Finally reaching the last step, he continued silently down the hall towards the kitchen. His pace faltered as the door swung open to let him in.

Renching the closest drawer open he chucked the little spoon in quickly, like ripping off a band aid. The polished silver that had meant so much to Luna was now washed away in the sea of cutlery. Draco felt a sudden pang to rip the drawer out and retrieve the spoon, but he cwouldn't. He pulled himself from the kitchen and made his way back to his bedroom, soup stained shirt held dear.

He stopped at the door of the laundrey room, his heart told him to let go, peal the last evidence of Luna away. But his body thought other wise, the shirt stayed clenched in his hands as he fled the coridor and locked himself back into his room.

He folded the stained shirt and tucked it once again under his mattress. He wouldn't wash the stain out because one day it would become a map to the worlds greatest treasure, and then he'd have his Luna back.