The Diary of A Lunatic
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter is never going to be mine. Now excuse me, I'll go and cry about it in a corner.
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'You are one strange case,' the Sorting Hat said in my ear, while I stared into darkness. 'Why, thanks,' I whispered to it. 'Have you always been a singing hat?' Flip through the pages of a lunatic's diary. Written for my one year anniversary at FF-net.
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1st September: Diary or Mad Gaze-Worm?
Dear Diary,
Are you really a diary? I'm not so sure...in my eyes, you look a tad strange for a diary…
Are you quite sure you're not a Mad Gaze-Worm? It's alright if you are...I promise I won't throw you into the fire. In fact, you might become famous, if I can prove you're a Mad Gaze-Worm. You see, nobody has been able to prove the Mad Gaze-Worms existence yet… though I would say Doris Mann's evidence seemed trustworthy (the Ministry of Magic didn't agree, unfortunately). Of course, if you aren't a Mad Gaze-Worm, you won't know what I'm talking about. Well, a Mad Gaze-Worm is a slimy worm that hides into common things, like chairs, tables, tea-cups or books. If you use it too much (for an example, if you sit too often in the chair, the Mad Gaze-Worm is hidden in), then two huge black eyes will pop out from the infected object, and you will not be able to look away from the eyes on the object ever again. It's very scary, actually. But on you Diary, I've already used the basic magic to check whether you're a Diary or a Mad Gaze-Worm. I'm almost positive now, that you're only a Diary, but you can never be too sure… So I've put my Secret Security Sunglasses on (got them from Daddy last Christmas...it'll protect me from some magical, dangerous creatures, but not all unfortunately). I have to remember to wear them every time I write in you, Diary (or Mad Gaze-Worm). I'm very fond of my Secret Security Sunglasses... in fact, they are one of my dearest belongings. Unfortunately, though, they make me look like a over-large insect.
Oh my, I just remembered...I completely forgot to introduce myself!
I'm so sorry, that was most rude of me, even if you are a dangerous creature that is planning on ruining my life.
My name is Luna Lovegood. I'm eleven years old, and I am currently sitting in a bed, that from today on is mine. Today, I've had a very magical day...even for a girl, who grew up with magic. You see, today I started on my new school, Hogwarts. I've gotten my letter, which informed me, that I was accepted to go in the school. I was most delighted, of course, but I wasn't too afraid of being a squib. Last year, for an example, I made smoke come out from my ears (though that might have been the Floating Fuzz-Bees fault).
Well, this very morning, I finished the last packing of my school trunk. Then, Daddy said goodbye to me, when we were on Platform 9 ¾, King's Cross station. I went into the train and found a compartment. In it two boys and a girl were sitting. The girl had long, black hair and black, cold eyes, that reminded me slightly of a Mad Gaze-Worm's eyes (I have to ask Daddy, whether the Mad Gaze-Worms can posses humans too!). Of course, I've only seen them on pictures, but the pictures were very realistic. One of the boys was scrawny, had high cheek-bones and long, blond hair. The second boy was very tall, had a round, cheerful face and his brown hair concealed his blue eyes very good.
'Excuse me,' I said, when I had opened the door. 'There are no other compartments left, can I sit here?'
'Sure,' the boy with the round face said.
'Thanks,' I said. 'Really, have you seen how many Floating Fuzz-bees there are in the train? It's a nightmare!'
The round-faced boy looked puzzled, while the scrawny boy raised his eyebrows. He had very thin eyebrows, by the way - they were like two thin lines, barely visible. Who I should sit beside, I had no doubt in...I immediately sat down beside the round-faced boy. He certainly seemed the nicest of those three. The four of us introduced ourselves, and then the black-eyed girl used the rest of the trip, studying her fingernails. The two boys spent the whole trip, talking about Quidditch and Hogwarts houses. I used my time to re-read my edition of the Quibbler (Daddy owns the magazine...I have always found it highly interesting). Afterwards, I took on my Secret Security Sunglasses on, and fell asleep.
Then suddenly the train stopped, and I was awake immediately, having no trouble remembering, that I was going to arrive at the school now. All new students were being motioned down in boats, by a big man. He didn't look like a giant, they are much bigger, but he might have eaten too many Chocolate Fudge's, as a kid...
An old lady once told my Dad, not to eat any Chocolate Fudge's, as they can make you become the size of a giant... I have got to ask the 'Big Man', whether it was the Chocolate Fudge's, next time I see him. Yes, I know it's horrible to call him 'Big Man', but I have no idea what he is called... I'll have to ask him of his name, too...
While I sat in the boat, I looked up in the sky and thought I saw a strange flying thing in the air, far away… Perhaps it was a Thestral. We arrived at the beautiful castle, and entered what was called 'The Great Hall'. A hat started singing about the four houses of Hogwarts (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin), and afterwards, it started sorting new students in the four houses. When it was my turn, the hat was silent for a few seconds. I don't know why, but it seemed a little surprised...
'You are one strange case,' the Sorting Hat said in my ear, while I stared into darkness.
'Why, thanks,' I whispered to it. 'Have you always been a singing hat?'
I'm almost sure the hat chuckled – it didn't respond though, just shouted 'Ravenclaw!'
I went down to the Ravenclaw table, while I wondered how the hat could be so sure of it's decision. Not that I'm unhappy about the decision...not at all. I'm glad I was put in Ravenclaw, though none of the houses would be bad. Slytherin would maybe become as a bit of a shock, but all houses are to be proud of.
After eating a delicious meal, we were all sent to our common rooms. But I think it might be time to sleep now...after all, tomorrow I'm going to start studying and all.
So, goodnight diary...sweet dreams. (Can Diaries dream? I'm really not sure...I must ask a teacher… even more important though, can Mad Gaze-Worms dream?).
Luna Lovegood.
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A/N: I wrote this story for my one year's anniversary here on, since the first story I've ever wrote also was Luna's diary (in her fourth year, though). Hopefully, I've improved comparing to my old story. Anyway, what do you think of this story? Is Luna believable or completely out of character?
Suggestions are always welcome, the same goes for questions. Reviews are like chocolate - really good, especially at cheering us up! (Can you eat a review, though?) So... er, please review. :)
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