After The Battle
The Battle of the Department of Mysteries will never not be a blur for Luna.
They had run off to London on a rescue mission and had walked into an attack instead. And thank goodness for all the practice Dumbledore’s Army had put in over the past year, because at least they were not as outmatched as they might have been.
It could be that they even put up a decent fight.
Mostly, Luna remembered running. Casting, dodging, and blocking spells. Trying to help Ron and Ginny. Trying to secure doors against Death Eaters. Then the flash of multiple stunning spells, flying through the air, hitting a painfully unyielding surface, and darkness.
By the time she was aware of anything again, the balance of power in the battle had shifted. The Order of the Phoenix had arrived, the adults taking the fight into their considerably more experienced hands. Luna learned, when it was time for them all to be whisked back to Hogwarts, that Professor Dumbledore was there as well, and she hadn’t been even remotely surprised.
She also learned that You-Know-Who had been there. Right there in the Ministry. That thought was considerably less calming.
Madame Pomfrey more than had her hands full once they all arrived, and Luna was one of the first to be dismissed from the hospital wing, much to her relief. She was turning black and blue from hitting what had turned out to be a very heavy desk, and her head buzzed from the stunning spells, but she’d managed to escape serious harm. She’d be sore for some time, but Madam Pomfrey assured her that rest was the best thing for her, and if she’d rather rest in Ravenclaw Tower instead of on a hospital cot, that was acceptable.
Professor Flitwick was summoned to walk her back to her house. He fussed a great deal on the way about the danger they had all put themselves in, but when he left her at the door to the tower it was with a smile, a squeezed hand, and a, “Well done, Miss Lovegood. And I don’t want to see you in class for the next couple of days.”
Luna let herself into Ravenclaw Tower with no real thought other than to get to her bed up in her dormitory.
She found all of Ravenclaw House waiting for her in the common room.
Of course. The entire school must have been deluged in rumors by now. And of the six members of Dumbledore’s Army who had been involved, Luna was the only one who was not in Gryffindor. She was their best shot at getting real news.
After several shouts of ”Quiet down!” and ”Shut it!” from the prefects, Luna was finally able to get a few words in edgewise.
“We’re all fine,” she said. “Dumbledore is back. And You-Know-Who was there. They say the Minster himself saw him this time, too.”
So, Fudge will have a much harder time denying You-Know-Who’s existence, now.
This last revelation rather served to stun the room into silence, of which Luna decided to take advantage.
“Well, I’m just going to go lay down for a bit.”
She wasn’t sleepy. Not even remotely, even though she probably should have been. The excitement was still too close for that. But the prospect of laying down was becoming more and more welcome.
She heard a few people try to call her back as she started up the stairs. And Luna smiled as she heard a sharp, “You let her be and let her rest,” from Sylvia. Sometimes a prickly roommate was a very helpful thing.
Luna climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to her dormitory.
Just a bit of a lie down. That was all she needed.
Even if it was at the End of the Universe instead of in her dorm room.
They had run off to London on a rescue mission and had walked into an attack instead. And thank goodness for all the practice Dumbledore’s Army had put in over the past year, because at least they were not as outmatched as they might have been.
It could be that they even put up a decent fight.
Mostly, Luna remembered running. Casting, dodging, and blocking spells. Trying to help Ron and Ginny. Trying to secure doors against Death Eaters. Then the flash of multiple stunning spells, flying through the air, hitting a painfully unyielding surface, and darkness.
By the time she was aware of anything again, the balance of power in the battle had shifted. The Order of the Phoenix had arrived, the adults taking the fight into their considerably more experienced hands. Luna learned, when it was time for them all to be whisked back to Hogwarts, that Professor Dumbledore was there as well, and she hadn’t been even remotely surprised.
She also learned that You-Know-Who had been there. Right there in the Ministry. That thought was considerably less calming.
Madame Pomfrey more than had her hands full once they all arrived, and Luna was one of the first to be dismissed from the hospital wing, much to her relief. She was turning black and blue from hitting what had turned out to be a very heavy desk, and her head buzzed from the stunning spells, but she’d managed to escape serious harm. She’d be sore for some time, but Madam Pomfrey assured her that rest was the best thing for her, and if she’d rather rest in Ravenclaw Tower instead of on a hospital cot, that was acceptable.
Professor Flitwick was summoned to walk her back to her house. He fussed a great deal on the way about the danger they had all put themselves in, but when he left her at the door to the tower it was with a smile, a squeezed hand, and a, “Well done, Miss Lovegood. And I don’t want to see you in class for the next couple of days.”
Luna let herself into Ravenclaw Tower with no real thought other than to get to her bed up in her dormitory.
She found all of Ravenclaw House waiting for her in the common room.
Of course. The entire school must have been deluged in rumors by now. And of the six members of Dumbledore’s Army who had been involved, Luna was the only one who was not in Gryffindor. She was their best shot at getting real news.
After several shouts of ”Quiet down!” and ”Shut it!” from the prefects, Luna was finally able to get a few words in edgewise.
“We’re all fine,” she said. “Dumbledore is back. And You-Know-Who was there. They say the Minster himself saw him this time, too.”
So, Fudge will have a much harder time denying You-Know-Who’s existence, now.
This last revelation rather served to stun the room into silence, of which Luna decided to take advantage.
“Well, I’m just going to go lay down for a bit.”
She wasn’t sleepy. Not even remotely, even though she probably should have been. The excitement was still too close for that. But the prospect of laying down was becoming more and more welcome.
She heard a few people try to call her back as she started up the stairs. And Luna smiled as she heard a sharp, “You let her be and let her rest,” from Sylvia. Sometimes a prickly roommate was a very helpful thing.
Luna climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to her dormitory.
Just a bit of a lie down. That was all she needed.
Even if it was at the End of the Universe instead of in her dorm room.