After the Quibbler was banned, things only seemed to go further and further downhill for Hogwarts. While there was the excitment for a while of the bewitched Quibblers (which changed themselves to appear as pages of textbooks or appear to have absolutely nothing at all on them), things fell back into their usual routine. Umbridge continued in her position of High Inquisitor, being sure to maim and ruin anything that brought joy to Hogwarts. D.A. meetings continued to be the only thing that made Luna particularly happy.

The sacking of Professor Trelawney brought about a brief commotion to the school, especially with the newly hired diviniation teacher. Seeing Umbridge shown up by Dumbledore, by hiring a centaur, brought everyone great amusement. And then things returned to the new "normal" of Hogwarts

D.A. meetings continued to progress most excitingly. That night, they were working on conjuring Patronuses. Luna was happy to be doing this especially, because Harry could, and she rather liked being on the same level as Harry.

"Remember," Harry said, a silvery Stag stamping it's hooves beside him. "Performing a Patronus here, without the stress of a fight, is much easier. It's very different when you're under attack by something as terrifying as a dementor."

Cho Chang said something lazily, her silver swan drifting around her shoulders in the air. Harry replied, stepping closer to both of them. Luna's heart leapt up into her throat, and she closed her eyes, allowing her feelings to slip away.

"Think of your happiest memory." She heard Harry tell someone nearby, his voice invading the darkness. Luna took another deep breathe.

"See Luna, if you do it like this, you're likely to catch more Plimpies. They like it when you hold your hand out like this." Her mother's hand drifted across the water, several of the legged-fish appearing instantly at the surface of the water.

Seven year old Luna, ankle-deep in water, giggled and splashed while diving for the nearest Plimpy. It dove away from her, back into the murky depths of the creek. Her mother laughed and splashed her.

"Don't go chasing them off, you have to be friendly!" She teased, pushing her hair behind her ear. Luna abandoned her chase, threw her arms around her mother's neck, and—

A silver Patronus burst forth from Luna's wand, a gorgeous rabbit springing around the room happily. She spun in circles, watching it go, before it rested beside her on the ground. It shimmered and flickered, it's light bathing her legs in a beautiful glow.

"Well done Luna! Brilliant!" The room congratulated her, swarming around her and awing over the form of her Patronus. Luna's eyes found Harry's who grinned at her, his face lighting up. She smiled back, with far less teeth, and flicked her wand. The rabbit immediately responded to her command, bouncing across the room to sit a top the stag's head. Harry chuckled and Luna smiled wider at him.

That was when the door opened and closed. Luna broke eye contact from Harry and glanced over her shoulder, but she couldn't find who had entered the room. The room fell silent as Luna caught sight of the house-elf running through the room; he looked terrified. Luna recognized him as Dobby, who Harry had often told her about. He was the one who had strung up pictures of Harry's face all over the Room of Requirement before Christmas break. Luna watched him as he pulled insistently on Harry's robes.

"Hi Dobby! What are you—what's wrong?" Harry, too, had noticed the elf's fear.

"Harry Potter, sir... Dobby has come to warn you... but she warned the house-elves not to tell..." Luna felt her own fear rise up within her. Her rabbit disappeared, followed quickly by Harry's stag. At that moment Dobby chose to launch himself at the floor, to attempt to hurt himself; it was common knowledge this was a house-elf's reaction to disobeying orders (it bothered Luna immensely). Many of the occupants in the room yelped but Harry grabbed him and held him close. Harry was quite used to the elf's habit of breaking rules.

"What happened, Dobby?" Harry asked, gripping him tightly.

"Harry Potter... she... she..." Dobby whacked himself on the nose and Harry held his hand tightly to stop him from continuing.

"Who is 'she', Dobby?" Luna felt her stomach drop. She suspected who 'she' was. What else could cause such fear in such a small and innocent creature? "Umbridge?" Harry asked him sternly. Dobby nodded and Luna felt her hand fly to her mouth as Dobby tried to hurt himself again.

"What about her? Dobby—she hasn't found about this—about us—about the D.A.?" Harry asked with desperation, but the entire room crackled with fear. They all knew the answer. "Is she coming?" Luna held her breathe, the silence in the room unbearable.

"Yes, Harry Potter, yes!" Dobby shouted, doing his best attempts to hurt himself further as Harry pulled him against his chest. He looked up at his friends, his eyes wide.

"WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO!" He shouted at them. Luna didn't waste time. She spun around and sprinted for the door. People were pushing and shoving, and she was knocked aside and slammed painfully into the door frame. No time to waste. She told herself and kept going, ignoring the ache in her side that would surely be bruised the next day. She ran after the other Ravenclaw's, fear filling her veins. Would she make it back to the common room in time? And what about Harry? Harry. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look back. Everyone was out of sight. She hoped, hoped, hoped he had made it back okay.

That was when she saw the black and green robes round the corner. Draco and Pansy, the Slytherin prefects. Of course they would be in cahoots with Umbridge. She swore and turned around, taking off at a run again. She chuckled to herself as she ran. Cahoots. What a silly word. She could hear pursuit behind her, heard Draco yell a curse.

"Protego!" Luna yelped, flinging her wand behind her. Luna realized with a jolt that she was nearby the secret passage way Harry had shown her on Valentine's Day a few months ago. Knowing it was her only chance, she took off in that direction. She heard only one set of footsteps behind her, but dared not look back to see if it was Draco or Pansy. Another hex let her know it was Draco.

"Stupefy!" He shouted at her. She dodged, and waved her wand behind her back, shooting her own spell at him. She must have missed too. "Where are you running to, Looney!" He shouted at her with malice, but he sounded out of breathe.

Luna turned down the next corridor and spotted the one-eyed witch statue. She quickly gasped out, "Dissendium!" And darted within the opening passage behind the humped back of the statue. She mentally thanked Harry for explaining how the passage worked to her later on. She hoped he was having better luck than she was. She heard Draco swear outside, panting heavily. She held her hands over her mouth and forced herself to take deep, quiet breaths. Her throat stung and her head pounded, her whole body trembling with adrenaline. Luna waited for ten, twenty, thirty minutes. No one came for her.

Luna decided it was safe, and slipped out into the corridor. She ran the rest of the way back to her common room. She got dizzy going up the spiral staircase, and when she got to the top, she was surprised to discover all her fellow members outside the tower.

"Luna!" Padma said with distress. "We thought you got caught!" Luna breathed hard, holding her chest.

"I'm fine." Luna replied, running her hand through her hair to push it out of her face. "Why haven't you gone in?" She asked, perplexed.

"We couldn't figure out the riddle." Michael Corner admitted grudgingly.

"None of you?" Luna's voice was laced with amazed surprise. It was rare for this many older students to be stuck outside of the common room. What a night for it, too.

"You have a go at it Luna." Terry Boot urged her. Luna nodded and stepped up, knocking three times on the bronze eagle.

"I am here, I am there. I am burned into the mind of none. I walk on fire and live on ice. My words are meaningless for I talk not. I hate everyone yet fear no one. I have lived for centuries, yet I have never existed. What am I?" Luna laughed softly. She remembered her very first year, she had received the same exact question. To this day, it has been the only question she was unable to answer.

"Nothingness." Luna replied back kindly. Her classmates whooped as the door said back to her, "Very good." They all hurried inside, the door shutting behind them. The common room was completely empty. Luna vaguely wondered what time it was, because there was almost always someone in the common room doing something odd in the late hours of the night. Luna collapsed in her bed a few minutes later, not bothering to change as she curled up under her blankets in her robes. She didn't want to think about what awaited her the next day.

The repercussions weren't nearly as bad as Luna suspected they would be. She found Harry quickly the next day, who was being bombarded by plenty of people as it was. She had heard the rumors of Dumbledore's disappearance. He confirmed them for her, and told her who had ratted them out.

"I never much liked Marietta." Luna said solemnly, nodding her head. "She locked me in a broom cupboard once, in my second year. Did you know that?" Harry shook his head. "I'm going to miss the meetings." She added quietly. Harry nodded.

"Me too, Luna." She smiled brightly at him.

"Thanks for teaching me everything, Harry. You were really great to all of us. For doing this." Harry scoffed.

"Lot of good it did you all in the end."

"But it did do us a lot of good!" Luna argued. "Think of everything we learned, and how much fun we had. I think everyone would agree." Harry nodded, not really looking at her.

"Thanks Luna." She touched his shoulder for a brief moment and stood up, skipping away from him. Harry looked up and watched her leave. He felt immensely better after their conversation, and he felt his face fall as she left.

"Hey mate." Ron plopped down next to Harry, nudging him. Hermione seated himself on his other side. "What were you talking to Looney about? More nargles?" Ron joked. Harry glanced at him.

"Don't call her Looney." He found himself saying, realizing it bothered him very much. "She's not. She's just Luna." Ron chortled, looking a little taken aback.

"Alright, whatever you want man." Harry leaned back, looking up at the bright ceiling of the Great Hall. The sunlight fell down on his face and he felt at ease.

"Just as sane as I am." He murmured to himself. While Ron was already too busy stuffing his face, Hermione had faintly caught his words. She smiled knowingly, and took out a book.

{{Author's Note}} Yeah that was pretty much all Luna POV I like writing at her POV because in the books you already know what's going on at Harry's end you get what I'm saying? Glad everyone is enjoying the story thank yes.