Recently I've written a couple of fan fiction pieces centered on the Harry Potter world. Since covid started my friend from university, John, has been reading the series and read one of my stories. you can watch it here.
Luna's Friends
“one last freckle should do it” Luna thought to herself as
she delicately dotted the red-haired boys face. She knew her father wouldn’t
mind that she painted her wall. He was always creating something. Smiling up at
her artwork, Luna thought to herself “Its so nice to have friends”. She washed
her brushes grabbed her bag and headed out the door.
Luna always enjoyed her times down by the creek, exploring
the wildflowers, looking for water nymphs and swishbucket dryads. Ever since
she was little, Luna learned to keep herself company. Her father was
distractable, first because of memories of her mother, and then from the effort
to ignore them. Sometimes she felt as though her mother was a breath away, but
as soon she acknowledged it, the sense was gone.
“well now, you don’t have to hide from me”, she whispered
encouragingly to the frantic lizard as it darted behind a rock.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps and looked up to see her
father approaching her, but worlds away in his own thoughts.
“Father look, the dryads have returned”- she pointed to a
ring of wildflowers rustling in the wind.
“Oh, yes, dear. Lovely—” he absent-mindedly replied, then
added “tea is ready, I thought we might have it in the garden” even from here,
the clumps and bangs of the quibbler going to press echoed along the fields.
After tea, luna returned to her room, admired her painting,
and began to pack to return to school.
Friends, she thought. Real friends. Something she almost
gave up believing in.
All her life she knew she was different. That she could see
what others missed, from gillynymphs to drumpleskitters that roamed along the
river, and the belief in creatures her father wrote about, but few had ever
seen. Most people are afraid of what they don’t understand, and that fear comes
out in all sorts of anger and spite. Luna often thought that the world would be
a kinder place if people were more curious than close-minded. She talked freely of what she saw and
knew—her father taught her the value of words and expression. Even when she was
met with ridicule, Luna learned to ignore their stares, confusion, and
suppressed giggles. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, it just wasn’t enough to
make her change.
Neville and Ginny were always kind to her. He asked
questions about creatures he’d never heard of and he knew what it was like to
miss a parent. She didn’t mind that he was forgetful- it gave her a chance to
talk more about the creatures she loved. Ginny never laughed at her. Walking
down the halls, kids stared and snickered—but one look from Ginny and the
giggles stopped and people dispersed.
Dumbledore’s army gave Luna more than courage for the battle
she knew was coming—it gave her the love of friendship that made the battle
worth fighting.
As she flipped through an old quibbler, Luna glanced up at
the painting. She smiled up at the faces that grinned back. “friends” she
thought, the best creatures in the world.
