Luna Lovegood and Women's Rights
"If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear."
— George Orwell
Chapter 1: First Time at the Court
He was older than she'd thought he would be. Or at least he looked that way. Maybe it was just the light, or he was tired. Luna thought that was certainly due to the time he had spent in Azkaban. Four months is a long period, when one has Dementors for sole company.
He did not look miserable, alone in the centre of the atrium. He still managed to look as charismatic and dark as always. After all, Severus Snape was nothing without his mysterious aura.
He was only wearing his prisoner's clothes, and they didn't spare to anyone the view of that awful cicatrices around his neck.
Luna was relieved to see him, just to see the man alive, and still somewhere, in here, behind these harsh eyes. He hadn't gone mad, and that was a good thing, as his trial was set on that day.
Luna had spoken to McGonagall during the summer. She had spent her time between her father and Hogwarts, helping with the restoration of the castle. She had found an equilibrium she kind of needed.
She had asked McGonagall to let her pass her N.E.W.T.s in two years. Luna would attend to only half of the lessons and exams each year and spend only half a week in the castle. The new Headmistress had reluctantly agreed to it.
Luna's father needed help with the Quibbler, so he decided to teach her daughter how to run it. This is the reason why Luna needed to spend half a week at home.
This is the reason why she was here, attending to Snape's trial as a Death Eater and the murderer of Albus Dumbledore. Or, at least, one of the reasons.
She was taking notes for her father, acting as a reporter for the Quibbler. In this post-war world, there was a political mayhem throughout the wizarding population, and things needed to be done. There were things for which we should act for. There were things for which we should stand.
Luna was only concerned with two facts she hadn't noticed before the end of the war. The Wizarding World was kind of blimpish when it came to equality amongst everyone, and the respect of the most basic Human's rights. They were the two faces of the same Galleon.
Not only as a witch, but also as a Ravenclaw, people were expecting her to act a certain way. Because she was neither a pure-blood, neither a muggle-born, there were other expectations. It had become quite obvious as she began to work for the Quibbler.
"Time is Galleons, a rational Ravenclaw should understand these things, for sure." The Daily Prophet's director had told her.
And now, she was concerned with basic rights of anyone, as she could get a glimpse of Snape's starved-looking body. She could hear Harry's testimony about what he had seen in Snape's memories.
That was the other important reason why she was here.
"The defence would like to call Miss Luna Lovegood to the bar."
Author's note: I'm gifting this post to Alana, who helped me a lot these days with my bad English. For your patience and your kindness, thank you.
A lot of people helped me with this story, so I must thank Aya, my English teacher, and the lovely people from the Collectif NoName.
I am a proud member of Tawartet, Uagadou, for The Golden Snitch, and a member of Hufflepuff House for the Houses Competition.
Chapter word count: 502
"Keeping up with Cara" from The Golden Snitch: (year) 1998 onwards (straight out of Hogwarts as adults.
"T'is a figure of speech" from The Golden Snitch: Time is Galleons.
(The complete prompt list will be made at the end of the story.)