Just read pls. I'm not abandoning. I'm just changing the format so it's important u read. Thanks and sorryyyyy Also ther is a bit of an unfinished chapter just as an incentive to read this damned thing because I too, tend to skip authors notes

Okay so. Where do I begin... this is a very long overdue author's note. Just it be clear I AM STiLL GOING TO CONTINUE THIS.

Basically when I started this verse it was just to have Luna, my favourite character from Harry Potter to interact with the MCU my favourite fandom. And then because it took me so long to churn out content I just forgot what the plan was originally

So it just turned into this monster with plot. Plot in the Harry Potter Universe.

I did not intend it to really change much about HP central plot. Maybe it would change some marvel stuff but other than that not really

. So yeah.

What I'm saying is, I want to go back to that. So over the course of this year, I'm probably going to do some edits of the chapters in this particular fic. Just to that I can round it off as complete. Then I'll probably start posting again in the usual style.

Things that will be kept in this verse canon:

Hufflepuff! Ginny

Slytherin! Luna

Luna still stays over at the avengers during summer. At least that's the plan.

Luna and Ginny still become friends (kind of spoilers but obviously.)

Things in actual canon that this verse will likely not touch:

Ginny still opens the chamber of secrets.

That whole plot is the same except with hufflepuff Ginny.

One of the reasons I wanted Ginny in hufflepuff is because in canon Ginny was isolated, if she had Luna she wouldn't be, so hufflepuff makes her isolated again. Tom still fucks her mind up. Most other things in Harry potter canon.

Though there may still be a few small changes, the overarching plot is same.

In mcu, civil war never happens (because they really fucked up tony's character ugh)

Because ppl die all the time, Tchalla still becomes king. Idk how relevant that would be but still. Most of black panther is canon

. I'm undecided about ragnarok

. Dr strange never happens because Idk much about It, I tried to stomach 5 minutes of it and couldn't. So yeah. Ughh

So yeah, now u know

TL;DR? This verse will likely revert back to being oneshots dipping into both how Luna's story changing, changes aspects of MCU and HP. Not in big ways, but in ways I'd still like to think matter. (Although sometimes I regret making it so complicated and wish Luna never got kidnapped because damnit then we'd have happy Loki and happy people just in general. Idk. But oh well)

Okay thanks :D for reading this :D Now ONTO THE WRITING WHICH I WILL PROBABLY TAKE DOWN ONCE I FEEL THIS HAS ACHIEVED ITS PURPOSE! ...

You are what you Love (not who loves you)

Despite the connotations of the word "dungeon", the Slytherin Dungeons are surprisingly warm and not cold at all. There's a slight breeze drafting through which only serves as a cool relief.

...

When Luna first steps into the Slytherin common room, with her wonderfully excited yet uppity peers at her heels (really this combination of traits is quite humorous), it appears she has been cursed to a life with colour blindness, fated to only see the murky forest green and gleaming silver which surround her.

She blinks twice just to check.

Nope, still the same.

Upon further inspection, she finds there is some variations, albeit only small details such as a few brass and gold trinkets, the many books lying around in a purposefully careless manner that could only be decorative, and a few stones in the wall are black. Why even the lighting is tinted the slightest green. Vaguely, she finds herself admiring the House's commitment to its colours.

Behind her, there gushed speak of returning gossip and awed murmurs dim and the clump if students part to make way. Luna slips in wisely behind.

Their head of House, Luna presumes, wades his way through to the front, just two metres away from Luna. A tired looking middle aged man, who looks as though he's been in a constant state of irritation since birth. She smiles pleasantly at him.

"Good evening students, first years and returning students alike. Welcome. For those of you who are returning, you are dismissed. Please head to you assigned dormitories. First years and prefects, please stay behind." He says all this in a low monotonous drawl and Luna even has to call on a little of her training to stop from giggling. It's ridiculously proper. (Somewhere near the side of her mind - upper left probably - she shivers, the tone reminding her of a different life of compliance.)

She's hyperaware that both students and teacher are uncomfortable in the situation, if the scowl and stiff posture are anything to go by, and wonders briefly how such a man chose this mind of career path.

Hmm. How peculiar.

His mind has something as well, like a barrier or a shield of sorts, enough to ward off any wrackspurts certainly, though she's not sure what exactly its main function is. It's neat though, but it makes her wonder what could possibly make a simple school teacher so wary.

"Welcome," he begins slowly, clearly enunciating each syllable, "to Slytherin House. My name is Professor Snape, and you will address me as such. I am your head of house. It is my job to oversee anything and everything that goes on within this house." There is a slight, clearly deliberate pause and Luna sees his gaze wash over them all, scrutinizing each one. All adults are the same, after all, even the nice ones. He's trying to pick out the remarkable ones, the unremarkable ones and the ones that will make trouble. To be honest, Luna's not really sure which one she wants to appear as, with new beginnings and all, perhaps she just wants to look like herself.

His eyes meet hers and twitch. "Now, let me make one thing clear; within your dorms and this room, you are free to say or do whatever you please. That is your business as long as it does not bother me. However, outside you will act civil. You are not to humiliate or curse or do any of the sort to your fellow house members. That is not what Slytherin is for. You have a reputation and a tradition to uphold. You will at with respect and loyalty towards each Slytherin and not dilly-dally like some foolish Gryffindor. And, if I hear of anyone disobeying this… there will be consequences."

The room seems strangely colder now, and darker. The girl standing next to Luna shivers, and Luna holds back a small chuckle. They really do take the values seriously, don't they? She isn't scared like she knows he wants them to be, it's just a little bit of fun. It'll be interesting. Besides, wizards even with all their backwards culture, do have laws against this so there's not much he can do.

He doesn't speak to much after that. Just perfectly concise lines, overused and filled with underlying contempt. Yes, she can tell he really doesn't like this job. It's amusing and sad.

Next the prefects introduce themselves. There are two per house apparently. The girl, Sylvia Fawley she says, is thin-lipped and prim and tight-backed. Her golden hair is curled and tousled perfectly as though she hasn't just sat through an eight hour train ride. It's everything Madame Yelena taught them not to be, only to pretend.

It's weird seeing her. And she can tell a lot of the other girls around her want to be just like her. It's rather different from what the muggle girls aspire to be - at least from what she knows of today's muggles, which isn't a lot, just the important things.

The other prefect, a boy who goes by Damien Piccari, is a little more relaxed. He's smirking a bit and his weight is shifted to one foot, the epitome of someone who knows what he wants and how to get it. Whilst that isn't necessarily a bad thing, it can be when one doesn't actually know what they want and she gets that from him too. From the way his eyes shift a little too consciously, and how his trousers are pulled up a little too high. It's a very careful bravado, and it seems to be working on just about everybody else, maybe even himself. Except maybe Professor Snape, if the sneer is anything to go by.

Luna's dorm is the second dorm to the left, one of two first year dorms. It's pretty spacious and has a little more colour variations, most if the green being a more turquoise sea green than the rich emerald in the common rooms. There are three windows that, just like in the common rooms, look out to the lake that they crossed just mere hours ago, with lush velvet curtains draped aqaround it, and a polished looking ensuite bathroom though this doesn't interest Luna too much.

She shares her room with four other girls, for there are five poster-beds, five trunks, five storage units, five chairs and five girls the filter into the room. It's been a few months since Luna last shared her sleeping quarters, thought four others will likely be different from forty others.

For some reason, they all know each other already, it seems, or they at least know of each other. So, Luna's met with a rather strange mixture of upturned noses and curious stares, to which Luna returns with enthusiasm.

Luna is the first to break the silence if only that she grows bored of it and she doesn't want to scare the poor girls.

The introductions are short and not unpleasant but Luna hears the word "mudblood" thrown around a few times and frowns. She know what the word means and the connotations of it. But she also doesn't feel like debugging her past to some people she's just met.

"You shouldn't say that, you know." She scolds lightly, just controlled enough to make them wary, "I'm not a muggleborn for your information, and there's nothing wrong if I was. Supremacist views are very unbecoming, I've heard."

Apparently, the mention of any kind of label can silence them, which is true enough in the muggle world too, Luna knows, and she's relieved the same can be applied here. The girls mutter to themselves with blushed faces and scumbled excuses.

Bigotry isn't an inherit thing, it's taught and learned. It isn't truly their fault but it also doesn't mean they shouldn't be held accountable. There's not much difference to the muggle world. They are not even two different worlds perhaps, rather one world with different people's but similar values.

It's unsurprising and unrefreshing, but Luna's hopeful and clever enough to hope she might change it, at least in her dormmates.

As she settles down for the night and unpacks her things, careful to lay out the charms for repelling nargles, she thinks and lays still. The sounds of sleepy breathing keeps the room in a quiet calm and Luna gazes up at the ceiling above her bed. The rest are asleep.

With slow practiced movements, Luna takes her rope and loops it around her wrist. It still feels comforting this.

And she's not stupid, far from that really, she knows it isn't the healthiest thing. But it works, and it's the only thing so far that she's found works. Anywau, Natasha doesn't need it, she's pretty sure, so she'll probably get over it. Eventually.

Her eyes flutter closed and she lets her body descend into sleep and Mr Loki's voice greets her with his usual drawl, only a little more curious and perhaps excited?

She grins.

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Notes: Also please actually comment on this chapter so I know (a) if ppl still read this, (b) if people have read and understood what my plans are for this verse, and (c)Idk I just want to feel validated. Thanks for being so patient and understanding. :D 3