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Chapter One: The Trip to Hogwarts (and before)

Luna Lovegood was seated in the back of a muggle bus. She was the only person left on the bus as it chugged along slowly. She did not look out the window, or stare at the floor. She gazed straight ahead, as if in a dream, at the driver in the front.

The driver, an old man ready to retire, was quite confused by Luna's odd behaviour. He could only half see her: another seat was hiding her face. Only one of her eyes, half her nose and mouth, and half her body was visible. And that eye was staring straight ahead.

"You all right back there, miss?" called the driver. They were practically at the bus depot.

"Of course I am," Luna said. "It's wonderful to be alive."

"Yes," the driver answered, his face red, and drove into the bus depot.

Xenophilous Lovegood, Luna's father, waited quietly for her at the depot. She waved and scooted closer to the window as they arrived.

She exited the bus quickly and hugged her father.

"Ah, Luna! How is my girl?" he asked.

"Just perfect, Father! Visiting the Leaky Cauldron was great fun. And to tie it all together, I saw a flying car, right outside a window of a house on Privet Drive! Imagine that!"

"How exciting! My little girl is growing up! Hogwarts is waiting, dear. Did your Aunt Muriel get all your supplies with you?"

Luna broke into a wide smile. Visiting Aunt Muriel was always such fun.

"Yes," she admitted. "Even though she didn't like it."

Xenophilous just laughed.

The Lovegoods walked home, taking care to spill out every detail of Luna's trip into the heart of London. She absolutely adored staying at the Leaky Cauldron alone, and visiting her beloved Aunt for a few days as she did each summer.

"How's the Quibbler?" asked Luna as they approached their house.

"All's well. We did an amazing feature on the Blast-Ended Scroot! I think the public enjoyed it immensely."

"It's much better than the hogwash the Daily Prophet prints," Luna said. "They used to think You-Know-Who was defeated, just by that boy, Harry Potter! I say 'Ha!'. But I still can't believe that boy got away again."

"With several injuries, I presume."

"Yes," Luna mused.

They were now inside Luna's house. Luna ran to the window, watching the stream outside. It was her favorite place to fish.

"No time for fishing now, Luna," objected Xenophilous. "You must pack your bags. You are to catch the Hogwarts Express at exactly eleven o'clock tomorrow. We'll be leaving at ten."

"Yes," Luna said.

She disappeared upstairs into her room, carrying her suitcase with her. Now that her London vacation was at an end, it was time for Hogwarts! Luna had dreamed about it for many years now. She couldn't wait to see the lights of the huge, beautiful stone castle.

Luna caught the train in the nick of time. The Lovegoods weren't known to be early, and traffic was terrible. Xenophilous insisted on driving a car instead of flying the many broomsticks he kept at home, so they stayed in traffic for half-an-hour. Luna just caught the train, two before eleven, walking as if she had all day to get there.

Luna boarded the train alone, putting her suitcase up above, and finding an empty compartment. Before she knew it, a confused-looking boy stumbled into the compartment, followed by a red-haired girl. Lastly, Luna watched as a brown-haired boy sat down beside her.

"Seamus Finnegan," he explained, shaking her hand. "Second year. I don't suppose you mind if we sit here?"

"No," Luna answered, taking out a copy of the Quibbler. Her father owned the magazine, which was packed with interesting facts about all sorts of random things.

"I'm Neville Longbottom." Neville, the confused-looking boy, did not extend his hand. "I've lost my remembrall. Have you seen it on the train?"

Luna did not reply. Seamus shook his head.

Suddenly, a toad shot out of Neville's hands, jumping across the floor through the open sliding door that led out of the compartment.

"Oh, no," Neville groaned. "I've got to go find Trevor. I'll see you later."

Luna realized the red-haired girl was looking at her hard and she gazed back.

"I'm Ginny Weasley," Ginny greeted. "You?"

"Luna Lovegood," Luna said. She turned the magazine sideways to read the answers to a quiz. Seamus and Ginny exchanged looks.

"Would you like some sprouts?" asked Luna, taking out a handful of brussel sprouts. Her father adored them, and so did she. "They're muggle's food! Quite interesting, really."

"More like contaminated," Seamus muttered. Ginny giggled.

Most of the bus ride was silent. Everybody in the compartment read, except for Neville, who was constantly leaving the compartment to look for either Trevor or the remembrall. At one point, a bushy brown-haired girl called Hermione Granger came in and said, "Ginny! There you are. You've got to see this! I think I see Harry and Ron are outside, in your father's car!"

Luna took no notice while the others left the compartment.

When they arrived outside the school, Luna was thunderstruck. The castle was beautiful, more immense than she could ever have imagined. She was completely taken by the beautiful scene.

"How intriguing!" she commented as Hagrid the half-giant appeared. She followed him, as he said, with Ginny right behind her.

"Bye Hermione!" called Ginny as the first-years disappeared into the row-boats to go to Hogwarts.

It was a warm night, and Luna took in the scene around her. Everything was beautiful.

She saw an odd scene—a flying car, like the one she saw on Privet Drive, was flying around the castle like they were out of control. She ignored it and twirled her finger in the water below her.

Soon enough, Luna found herself in the great hall, milling about at the front with the other first-years. The sorting hat had sung its song, and a few had already been sorted.

"Luna Lovegood," read Professor McGonagall, the head teacher of Gryffindor.

Luna edged her way between students to reach the sorting hat. Its worn out material touched her hair lightly, moving about as she did. Luna giggled.

"Ah. A bright one here, I must say! Perhaps an easy decision, but none the less, she's a bit off-task…"

The sorting hat thought for a moment.

"Alright," he said. "It is the right decision to put you into… RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table cheered as Luna made her way toward them. She was beaming: her father had been a Ravenclaw as well.

Luna immediately made a friend with a girl named Elizabeth Quincy. They talked over dinner, about their families and their lives, and how they were so excited for the next day: their first day of classes at Hogwarts! 'The only difficulty with Elizabeth,' Luna thought, 'Is that her father is an editor for the Daily Prophet!'

Other than that, Elizabeth Bennett was a perfect friend for Luna.

Dumbledore, the headmaster, made some quick announcements before letting the feast begin. Chicken, drumsticks, candy apples, dressing, salad, and more appeared on the table. Luna helped herself to two drumsticks, some cranberry sauce, and a few leaves of salad.

Ghosts milled around the room as well, popping up in food and gliding through innocent first-years, making them shiver with the odd, cold feeling of walking through a ghost. Luna, luckily, never got glided through, and hoped to keep it that way for a very long time.

Soon enough, it was time to go back to the Common Rooms. Luna and Elizabeth followed their prefects to the Ravenclaw common room, a cozy space with chairs, a fire place, and a comfortable couch. Luna went upstairs to find her bed, for she was downright exhausted.

She quickly changed into her pyjamas, brushed her teeth, and slid into bed. As soon as she closed her eyes she knew that a ghost was in the room, gliding through the walls. And so there was. It was an unfamiliar ghost to Luna, a gory ghost at that. It had a sword and a beard and creeped her out. Luna huddled into a ball, shivering, even though she was warm.

"The chamber of secrets," whispered the ghosts, leaving Luna to rest. But Luna didn't get to sleep: she knew she wouldn't in a very long time.