Prologue

Outside of Ottery St. Catchpole there lived many strange families that had magic flowing through their veins but the strangest family happened to be The Lovegoods. They lived quite further away than the others; they liked the seclusion and being closer to the trees. There were creatures that lived within the trees and had faded away into just fables that only few wizards and witches knew existed still.

There were originally three Lovegoods, but then tragedy struck and Pandora Lovegood was soon buried—all due to the fact that there was an explosion from her putting two ingredients together in a potion that she had never put together before.

It might also have to do with the fact that the said ingredient had been discovered by Pandora when she was wandering throughout the forest near her house with her daughter, the both of them wanting to find more creatures that they knew were real but no one else in the Wizarding World believed in them—even the ones that believed in their famous odd category.

One could say that Xenophilius Lovegood was too naïve—that if something sounded as though it would be unknown to both of the worlds, both Muggles' and Wizards', that he would make sure to make replicas or buy off parts that were supposedly from the creatures.

Pandora might have been one of the best potion makers that there ever were—at least that's what people who knew or bought her potions claimed she was, but she wasn't as naïve as her husband. She could often be found taking back pieces that she knew weren't really genuine while her husband was rubbing his hands together and apologizing to the tall, beautiful and odd woman.

Then there was their daughter, Luna Lovegood –whom was as weird as they could come. She had been born with milk white hair and bright blue irises that could see little creatures around her parents that they claimed they couldn't see when she was old enough to tell them.

When words could not be enough sometimes Luna could be found sitting on the top floor of her circular stone house—sketching out the creatures with such precision and detail that it took the breath away from both of her parents. It made her and her family more shunned away from the other families that lived near them—mainly due to the fact that Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood embraced the thought of their daughter having a rare sight that only she had been bestowed with.

Luna could often be seen running down the dirt pathway that led up to their tilted large cylinder house with laughter radiating from her. She wore her radish earrings that she had managed to make with the help of her mother, and butterbeer caps in the form of a necklace. The necklace was supposed to repel Nargles (that happened to be one of the first creatures that her dad had automatically accepted—but the Crumple-Horned Snorkack had been the first).

Now, four weeks before her birthday, on her eleventh birthday, which was the thirteenth of February, Luna stood on a ladder in her bedroom with a paint pallet in her right hand—all the while humming a song that she remembered her mother would sing to her when she was tiny.

It was early in the morning; Luna always woke up early in the morning. She especially didn't see the reason to sleep in this morning either.

So she had woken up and taken a bath before putting on a navy blue long sleeve dress and star printed tights, along with a little silver necklace that had a star charm on it. She always wore it near her birthday—it was the last present that her mother had given to her before the accident.

Downstairs she could hear her daddy sleeping, which meant that he was snoring, but other than that it was quiet. She always loved the quiet, but then again that was all that Luna had known her life. She wasn't quite as embraced by others, she knew that the Weasleys across the way that lived in The Burrow were quite social people but they also had a bunch of Nargles that were in their house.

Her mother had taken Luna there every now and then before she died, so Luna knew all of the Weasleys. She quite liked Ginevra—in appearances they were polar opposites. Ginevra had bright red hair, while Luna had dirty blonde hair that became very light in the summer. Ginevra had brown eyes, simple but pretty, while Luna had misty clear blue irises that always seemed as though they were looking at another plane of existence all entirely.

Luna also remembered when Mrs. Weasley had heard of what had happened. She had come over and made food for Luna and her dad, and although it was nice to have a motherly figure in the house she was nothing like her mum. Mrs. Weasley was loud, not that she meant to be—her parents only had to deal with one child, while Mrs. Weasley had seven children.

So when Luna heard the tapping on her bedroom window she paused her painting and turned her head, smiling when she saw the small owl that was hovering outside of her bedroom window with a letter attached to its leg. She climbed down her ladder and hurried over to the window before she opened it—letting in the cold air that blasted her and would eventually reach her daddy if she kept it open too long.

Taking the letter from the Owl, Luna paid it and patted it on its head before whispering goodbye to it. It soared away and with this, Luna shut the bedroom window closed behind her before she sat down on her bed and slowly began to open it, knowing what she would expect.

In her hands was her acceptance letter to Hogwarts. She couldn't wait until she could go and make new friends! She had been alone for too long, she only really had Ginevra as a friend, but even then she knew that her friend did not truly believe in what she saw and it was the only downfall of having this sight.

Still, Luna hoped that when she would enter Hogwarts and would be sorted that she would make friends…

Author's note:

I apologize to everyone that was in the middle of reading this version of 'The Peculiar Life of Luna Lovegood', I hadn't realized that I was being extremely rude. I deleted this version off of Wattpad and then did it on here. So please forgive me, I've learnt my lesson when it comes to that. Please know though that this is the original draft, so please no complaining. I obviously know there's mistakes and it's fast paced.

As Always: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me

-Ems