A.N. I own nothing. Seriously. Nothing. And I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I just got bored and started writing and then... stopped when I felt done. The other chapters will probably be short too, to match my attention span...
Chapter One
Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Luna stared up at the train in awe. It was amazingly large, at least the size of two Horned Humpledings put together, and soon, it would take her to Hogwarts for the first time in her life. She had pressed her dad hopefully for information- what it would look like, what they had to eat, what lessons she would take- but he had just ruffled her hair beneath his hand and smiled fondly. She had never spent much time with children her own age, and now found herself squeezed in the middle of the huge crowd on the station platform. Girls with their hair plaited neatly, waving tearfully to their mothers, boys joking around loudly.
Her mother had been in Ravenclaw. Luna thought she might like to be in Ravenclaw, too.
To her left, she spotted a boy a bit older than herself, laughing sharply with two heavy-looking boys. He had light hair, like hers but shorter, pale blonde that seemed to reflect the light. She watched as he crossed his arms in annoyance as one of the bigger boys punched the other in the arm. The blonde boy caught her looking and scowled unpleasantly. She smiled and waved.
"Hello!" She greeted as she walked toward them. "My name is Luna Lovegood and I am eleven years old. I'm waiting for the train, as I'd imagine you are as well. Were you at Hogwarts last year? Did you like it?"
The boys all stared at her with strange expressions on their faces. Finally, one of the larger boys spoke up. "Why don't you go back to your mummy, 'Luna Lovegood'."
"I can't." She answered calmly. "She's dead. What classes did you take? I hope there's a class in Magickal Animal Studies. I think that would be very informative, and useful, don't you?"
The pale, thin boy in the front looked at her curiously, then sneered. "Lovegood. I know you. Your father's the editor of that piece of filth paper. They'll let just about anyone into this school, I suppose."
Luna stared unblinkingly at him. "That wasn't very nice."
He grinned. "No, I guess it wasn't. Then again, I don't usually go out of my way to be nice to ugly little blood traitors."
Luna watched his two friends slap him on the back encouragingly. As soon as their big, ape-like palms touched him, he winced visibly. "I know you, too." She said softly.
"Of course you do, you stupid girl. I'm a Malfoy."
"You are a sad little boy who has to bully people to make them play with him, and I feel very, very sorry for you." She turned on her heels and airily walked back over to where her father was sitting, head bent over his newspaper and ink smudged on his nose. She planted a kiss on his cheek and did not look back toward the three boys again.
