Chapter 2

The sounds of this world were strangely beautiful, as were the trees and plants, flying insects and animals. If not for being lost and wanting to find her way home, Luna would be totally immersed in its splendor.

As she continued walking, now all by herself. She passed through many lush fields of colorful flowers and plants, through mushrooms as tall as small trees and through strange and unusual forests. She saw many more creatures, most of which she had never heard of and did not recognize from any of her father's articles and descriptions.

She started feeling hungry after a bit. Remembering the poem, she broke off a piece of a white mushroom, shunning the nearby red one, and tasted it. It was quite delicious. She ate several pieces. By the time she was finished, she felt strangely rejuvenated.

One small group of gnome-like creatures looked very similar to a pair of her favorite earrings. She was certain they were blibbering humdingers, but she could not get close enough to them to be positive. Each time she approached them, they ran off making a noise that one might best describe as blibbering…leading to her feeling even more certain of their identity.

The path led her to a stream that was emptying into a small lake just up ahead. As she walked alongside the muddy bank of the stream she saw some movement in the grass. Bending down she found a nest of mousey, impish creatures she believed to be Weetimorousbeasties due to their resemblance to the description of them in Gilderoy Lockhart's book Marauding with Monsters.

"How cute," she thought, bending down for a closer look. This caused the little creatures to panic and to begin screaming. They threw mud, pebbles and anything else they could get their hands on in defense of their home. Luna fled as they chased her, finally escaping near the shore of the pond. She was covered with stinky mud from head to foot.

"My. They were not happy with me seeing them," she thought. "Perhaps I scared them. I suppose I must have appeared to be a giant monster."

She looked around at her surroundings. It was a beautiful spot. The water in the lake was clear and still. After a moment of thought, she decided she needed to clean her clothes and herself.

Piece by piece, she took off her clothes and cleansed them in the clear waters of the lake. Then she hung them in the bushes to dry while she prepared to bathe herself.

The last thing she did was take off her butterbeer cork necklace. She carefully placed it on a large rock so she would not lose it.

The water was just the right temperature as she waded into it. It felt soothing and comfortable. She got all of the way in, swimming about to rinse the mud from her body and hair. "This is kind of exciting," she thought. She had heard about skinny dipping from some of the other girls. But she had never partaken of it up until now. It felt strangely stimulating.

After several minutes of carefree frolicking in the water, she decided she was clean enough and should get dressed and continue onward to 'there'. Suddenly, she felt a tickling, teasing feeling on her breasts. She looked down to see a pair of small, round, fish-like creatures with long, skinny legs nibbling on her nipples. It was startling, but strangely pleasurable. "Those must be gulping plimpies," she thought as she innocently watched her nipples harden and shrink up in response to the nibbling. "They're harmless according to dad."

Many people call Luna eccentric, odd, strange, even loony, but on the other hand, she has always been a very virtuous young lady. She has never shared more than a few furtive kisses with boys, and she has never found the need to self-satisfy herself sexually. But she was not immune to the feelings of physical excitement, just ignorant.

She watched the two of them for a moment, enjoying this strange, exciting feeling. The word erotic was not part of her thinking. Soon there were more nibbling, teasing on her toes, the back of her knees, her fingertips, her buttocks and even her belly button. Suddenly, she felt a strange feeling between her legs. One of them was pressing into her most private spot. Already being a bit stimulated by the actions of the others, she allowed it to continue instead of chasing it away. She quickly found a strange, new pleasure from this new feeling.

In no time her pulse was quickening. Her heart was beating harder and harder as the little creature found her most sensitive spot. Her breathing became stronger and a bit ragged. It was accented with almost painful moans. As her mind got foggy, it drifted away as she fell lost into the sensations. Seconds later her body clenched and convulsed as she began trembling quite violently. With a couple of loud gasps she nearly toppled over.

This scared the creatures away. After a moment had passed, she shook her head, trying to regain her composures.

"Oh my goodness. That was very—uh—interesting—uh—unexpected," she thought, feeling a warm glow filling her body. "I have never felt anything like that before."

It was fortunate she was in the fairly shallow water. If that had happened in the deeper water, who knows what might have happened.

She walked back to the shore and stepped out of the water, squeezing the excess water from her long, thick blond hair. Not having a towel, she used her hands to brush as best she could the remaining water off her arms, legs, body and from the hair between her legs.

"That was fun," she thought with a smile as she walked toward the bushes where she had hung her clothes. Suddenly, she realized the bushes were empty. Her clothes were gone. The only thing left was her shoes, which were in the process of being carried off by an army of tiny creatures.

She ran at them, causing them to scatter. "Nargles," she thought. "I should have hung my necklace on my clothes, instead of placing it, [where it was still laying,] on that stupid rock."

She looked around for the little thieves for several minutes to no avail. So there she was, totally naked save for her shoes and necklace, feeling a bit hungry, and lost in a strange land. What a predicament.

"Oh well. At least I have my shoes," she thought in typical Luna fashion. "I must keep going if I am going to find my way home."

She strode off in hopes of finding the exit to this land, not certain how she would explain her nakedness to anyone she met. Before long, she felt the need for some more food. Drinking was easy due to the frequent rain showers. She needed to do little more that tip her head back and catch a flow from one of the large leaves.

She could not find any white mushrooms, so she tried some green, not remembering the poem correctly. Within moments her stomach was roiling and boiling in nasty fits. She ran the poem back through her head several times, finally remembering to eat some yellow to alleviate her stomachache. A couple minutes later she was fine, but still hungry.

"I must stick to eating the white ones. That was most uncomfortable," she admonished herself.

Next she ate a piece from a gray one, mistaking it for a white one. Within seconds she was getting very dizzy. Strange lights and patterns were spiraling around in front of her. She could hear weird, clanging, clattering, stringy music. The participants of the tea party were dancing around the table trying to get her to join them. Then a bathtub of funny, talking gulping plimpies were calling to her. Fortunately for her, she fell face and mouth first into a brown mushroom and her mind started to clear as she fell asleep.

She woke up sometime later, she had no idea how much later, to the feeling of something breathing on her face and licking her. Two big nostrils were in front of her face as she tried to focus her eyes. Fear gripped her as the creature started to pull back. It was a silver unicorn. She felt a wave of relief, knowing unicorns were the most pure and harmless of animals.

"Thank you for waking me," she said to the unicorn, extending her hand to pat its muzzles. The unicorn bowed its heads, accepting some kind, gentle caresses from her hand. "I must get going. I am trying to find my way home."

The unicorn knelt down as if beckoning her to ride it. She looked at it. "Are you offering me a ride?" The unicorn stayed in its position, making it clear that it was.

She climbed onto its back as it stood up. Other than a couple of rides on a thestral, Luna had no experience riding. The coarse, equine hair tickled her naked thighs and nether region. But compared to the bony, more leathery feel of a thestral, the unicorn was very comfortable.

The unicorn began walking in the same direction she had been traveling. She broke a piece off a white mushroom as they passed it. It tasted excellent and refreshing. "I wonder if he knows where I am going?" she thought.

As they passed a pond, she briefly saw a large, purplish animal about the size of a cow. It had a funny-looking horn on its snout. "I wonder if that was a crumple-horn snorkack? It might have just been an erumpent," she thought. "I wish my father was here. He would know."

After a while they came to an area that seemed strangely familiar. The unicorn stopped and knelt down as if expecting her to dismount.

"Do you want me to get off, now?" she asked it.

It stayed in the kneeling position. Luna dismounted and looked around. The place definitely had a familiar feel.

"Is this there?" she said as if expecting the unicorn to speak back to her.

The unicorn stood up and looked upward.

"Is this the way back to my home?"

The unicorn shook its head, then looked up, again. Luna looked up to see if she could figure out what the unicorn was looking at. There in the ceiling of this strange world was a hole. There seemed to be light from above coming through it.

"Is that the hole I fell down when I came here?" she asked.

The unicorn stamped it foot several times.

"But it is so high up and neither of us can fly, and I don't have my wand. How can I get up there?" she said aloud.

The unicorn could not speak, but it seemed to understand everything she said. It walked over to a group of mushrooms and looked at them.

"Of course," she exclaimed. "If you ate from blue, then much bigger you grew.

When you find need to shrink, you will need to eat pink. I need to find a blue one. Thank you, Mister Unicorn."

Looking around, she found a tall, blue mushroom and broke off a piece. She took a bite. A weird sensation filled her as she suddenly started to grow. She got bigger and bigger until her head hit the ceiling just as her sudden growth spurt ceased.

"Incredible," she thought as she looked at herself. "I am huge."

After a moment she realized she was too big to fit into the hole.

"What can I do?"

She gave it some thought and reached down to pick a pink mushroom. Taking a bite, she felt herself beginning to shrink. "Oh! I won't be able to reach the hole if I shrink down small enough."

Just as the hole was starting to get beyond her reach she panicked and grabbed a couple of woody vines just inside it. She held onto them as she returned to her normal size. There she was, like a naked trapeze artist, swinging from the ceiling. She needed to pull herself up into the hole. It would be a long fall back to the ground.

With great effort, she pulled herself up, finding a foothold inside the hole. With the light coming in from above as an inspiration, she began ascending toward what she hoped would be the place from where she had fallen into this world.

She passed all kinds of strange, interesting things as she climbed. There was a sofa, piano, tables, several chairs, toys of all sorts, an old mattress, a refrigerator, more books than even Hermione could read in a very long time. Finally, the actual opening appeared above her. She was breathing hard when she emerged into the sunlight. It felt good on her naked body.

"Where am I?" she thought as she surveyed her surroundings. "This isn't the same spot."

After a bit of reckoning, she recognized some of the large trees and groups of rocks, realizing she was about three hills away to the west. It appeared to be early in the day. She would need to make her way quietly passed the Weasley's home to avoid the embarrassing situation of being found wandering naked across their property.

As she walked, carefully watching for people who might see her, she wondered if she would be able to find the spot where she had fallen into the world below. "I hope I can find my wand," she thought. "I really like my wand."

She had made it most of the way across the Weasley's property when she came to the backside of their marshy pond. She was starting to feel that confident success was at hand. Then she heard a startled voice say, "L—L—Luna!"

It was Neville Longbottom, his eye nearly popping out of their sockets. It was shocking enough to have someone walk up on him while he was wading about looking for interesting water plants. But having it be Luna, a girl he fancied, literally in the flesh, was truly disconcerting.

"Wh—wh—what are y—you doing here?" he sputtered. Why are you n—naked?"

"Neville!" she responded, making an effort to cover herself. "What are you doing here?"

"I am searching for gillyweed and frogsnare. Ron told me his dad thought he had seen some in here," he replied as he stepped out of the water onto the marshy shore.

"This is most embarrassing," said Luna, her small hands and arms only doing a partial job of covering her. "I was hoping to make it home without meeting anyone."

Neville picked up his robe, which was sitting on his Herbology book, and offered it to her.

"Thank you, Neville," she said re-exposing herself as she took the robe and put in on. "That is very gentlemanly of you."

"You're welcome. But why are you naked?" he asked again.

"It's an interesting story. I am not sure you'll believe all of it."

"Sure I will," he said, trying to sound convincing.

She related the story of being pulled into the hole by the hare and being lost in a strange underground land, meeting a smoking caterpillar, the Hatter's tea party, having her clothes stolen by nargles and the unicorn showing her the exit. She omitted the incident while swimming. She was not certain how much of it Neville really believed. Neither was Neville. But she finally ended her story saying "and that is how I lost my clothes."