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"Luna, this seems like a rather, ah, questionable plan," noted Hermione.  The hesitancy of her comment somewhat understated her feelings...she was frankly terrified.  But yelling never mattered to Luna, the Ravenclaw only got stranger the more upset you got, so Hermione restrained herself, as usual. "How do we learn, if not by asking questions?" chirped Luna, as she tapped a tiny silver chisel with an equally tiny hammer against the stone archway before her.  They stood in a dim and dusty storeroom, apparently abandoned, off of Diagon Alley. "Mmm, yes.  But I'm not sure we've learned quite enough to open a portal to..."  Hermione trailed of

I live in a torrent of glittering dreams Trying to swim with the current Though fear drags me down Letting wonders pass me by I struggle and thrash to keep them in view Scavenging luminous fragments While the wholes always outdistance me And I'm left with torn edges I have the words but not the will The soul but not the strength Hopes without faith Needs without drive I'd give up and drown But the water won't stay in my lungs Even if it burns all the same Still, somehow, I don't.