►Sometimes you have to join a war to reach a wish. I didn't see that. Or rather ... didn't want to.◄
Luna Lovegood knows two things for sure: Harry Potter isn't really a hero and Lord Voldemort was once just the wild fantasy of bored children. Both are now insane statements that were bitter facts back then. Even though the images in her head are slowly fading, Luna still remembers the objects she had to collect. The bloody images of mutilated comradeship she refused to believe in the first year, and could no longer bear in the third. The angry stories, wet with tears, she first didn't understand, and then mourned. The chaos in between all she never wanted to experience, and all the wishes her trembling hands could barely make come true. At that time, magic was still a little different. Back then, far from the realisation that Luna Lovegood was never made to be a heroine.
[Please beware, I try to upload at least once a month! My chapters are quite long, so I hope my slowness is forgiven.]