Luna Lovegood didn't fear much, in fact, she could have been called fearless. That was how she appeared to everybody, a fearless girl living up in the clouds. In a way, that was what she was. None of her fears were any of the obvious ones like spiders or mummies - they couldn't have been fears, she was the type of girl not to take those light things seriously, let alone fear them. Her fear was something more obscure, something that nobody would guess. She lived in her world of fantasy for a reason. She loved the comfort of nargles and crumple-horned snorkacks, the way that only she knew what they were, the way that they represented so much yet were made of complete nonsense. Reality was so much harder than that. The truths of the world were too much for her to cope with. She'd seen enough of reality to know that, heard enough of it to know even more. Her make-believe world avoided death and avoided war, nobody was homeless or in pain, and it pained her that the real world would never be like that. Someone would always be in need or in fighting, there would always be someone caught in the crossfire and nothing that anyone can do about it. There would always be a solution there, yet people were too blind or too dim to notice it. Husband and family was too real for her, she never wanted anything serious, never planned on marrying or having children. She didn't want any of that because she was afraid, afraid of turning into her mother, afraid of being like her father, afraid of being hit so hard with reality that she wouldn't be able to cope anymore, afraid of ending up being exactly what she spent her life hiding from. One day, she would meet someone who would make her see that reality wasn't a bad thing, someone with both their feet on the ground. They would slowly make her realise that there was nothing to be afraid of, wading deeper and deeper into reality - deep enough to swim but not deep enough to drown. She would meet someone who would make her want those things, a wedding and commitment and children, and when that person came along, she would learn to live, learn to see. Until then, though, Luna Lovegood would always be afraid of the world, afraid of reality.