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Summary: We all know Loony Luna is out of touch with reality, but that's only because the reality in her life is too hard for her to deal with. Can anyone bring her back to Earth and make her realize that life is worth living?

Author's note: This is my first ever fic. I have some idea where this story is going and this chapter is just background info so you can really be inside Luna's mind. Please review, I don't care what you say, but please say something because I haven't done this before! Thanks!

Chapter 1: A Sad Year

July 1st

It's my birthday. I'm nine years old today. Mommy and Daddy gave me this notebook with a tiny lock on it for a diary. They think it will make me feel less lonely. They go away a lot. They have to for work because they're reporters/ editors. It's hard for them to take me with them and even if they do I usually have to stay in the hotel. I like to read. It's the only way I get to leave where I am. I love to pretend too. I pretend that Daddy loves me and that Nana isn't sick. Nana takes care of me when Mommy and Daddy are away. She told me I'm too sad for a child. I don't feel sad. I don't feel anything.

July 8th

Mommy and Daddy treated me to a trip to the United States for my birthday. It was a surprise present and I loved it. We were there for their independence day. The muggles have cool fireworks. Ours are prettier, but theirs make loud noises and you can feel it in your heart. I had a good time there. I was treated like a princess and Mommy even bought me 12 new books. They don't have pictures in them and they were all written by muggles. I'm going to read them all!

August 12th

Mommy has stopped going away with Daddy because Nana is too ill to care for me anymore. I'm sad for Nana, but I like to be with Mommy. We play together every day. We make dinner too and she's teaching me how to make different kinds of desserts. She even lets me watch her do experiments. I sleep in her bed not. Diary, I've never been happier.

October 31st

I'm really tired. I'm in Mexico with Mommy and Daddy. We've been touring and learning about El Dia de los Muertos. The people here believe that their loved ones come back from the dead for a few days. Are they crazy? Do people really get to come back to visit? I hope so. Nana is in St. Mungos. I overheard the doctors say that she'll be dead by Christmas.

December 21st

Nana died today and I can't stop crying. My tears are making my ink blur. I want to go to sleep forever. Like Nana.

December 25th

Did you know that Santa isn't real? I woke up the morning and Daddy told me that he and Mommy have been too busy to get me any presents. I don't really care. What I miss is Nana. I want her yummy mashed potatoes and pretty color changing cut out sugar cookies.

January 8th

Mommy is so sad. I still cry when I think about Nana, but Mommy doesn't stop crying unless she's sleeping or when I tell her stories I've read or make up my own stories about far away places where no one is sad and dreams come true. I wish I could talk forever but my throat dries up and my tongue tires so I have to stop. Then mommy says she loves me and starts to cry again. The tears never seem to stop.

January 29th

Mommy is back to experimenting now and she has started to smile every time she sees me smile. It is so hard for me to smile Diary. I wouldn't bother if it didn't make mommy happy.

February 14th

It's Valentine's Day. Daddy took Mommy out for the day so I've just been at home alone reading. I've read so many fairy tales. I want to live happily ever after. Diary, will anyone ever come for me? Why would they? I'm not a princess. I don't have a beautiful smile. It's ok, I'll just pretend.

February 27th

Mommy is never going back to work. She wants to be with me always. I feel sp special. She lets me decide what I want for dinner and we go to the library whenever I need to. She tells me about when she was young and she tells me about when I was a baby. Diary, it's not so hard to smile anymore.

March 17th

We had a big party for St. Patrick's Day. I had to stay out of everyone's way while they got drunk. I liked watching them, it was so funny. My 16 year old cousin wasn't supposed to drink, but she did. She got sick… She's always been nice to me, so I held her hair back while she vomited. She told me that she's a seer and she told me a load of predictions she's made. Right before my uncle began scolding her for drinking and took her home, she whispered that my mother would die. Was she serious?

April 1st

Mommy is dead. It's not an April Fools joke. I was sitting on a stool in our kitchen this morning and mommy started to experiment with a hard spell. I don't know what went wrong. I was sipping on my lemonade and she just disappeared. She reappeared a little later, totally red and beat up looking. I stared at her for what felt like a long time, like time just stopped moving for me and her. I didn't know if it was a joke, Mommy liked to prank people and she was good at tricking me. I finally whispered "Mommy?" and she collapsed. I dropped my glass and it shattered behind me as I ran to her. She was red because she was covered in blood. Her clothes were torn up and she wasn't breathing. I might have fainted. I don't know. Daddy came home and started to tell me off because I spilled my drink and didn't clean it up. Then he saw Mommy. His eyes seemed to turn from blue to black and he cried and hugged me. I didn't want to talk to him about it, so I came in here, to mine and mommy's room. You're my only friend Diary. You and Miss Stella, the stuffed dog I've had since I was born.

I haven't cried Diary. Maybe this is a dream. I'll wake up tomorrow with mommy's arms around me and she will smile at me and whisper "good morning my sunshine" like every morning.

I feel her sticky blood on me though and I know I'm not dreaming. Why do I feel like I'm in a story then? Why haven't I cried?

April 4th

Mommy's funeral was today. People I didn't know kept hugging me. Some people were worried because I just stared. I still haven't cried.

May 7th

Daddy has started working again. I stay at home by myself now. I feel a bit like Matilda, a girl in a muggle book. I take care of myself, read a lot, and I can even make cheerios dance and fly.

I only wish I had a Miss Honey. There's no one here to rescue me.

June 1st

Mommy has been dead for 2 months and I still haven't cried. There is still blood on Miss Stella's left ear. I still sleep in Mommy's room. I haven't had a hug since her funeral. I've been making all the meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house for one month, since Aunt Josie left. I haven't seen or talked with another person since May 27th. I don't even know what I do with my time anymore Diary. I feel so far away…