Disclaimer: This is not my story. It is JK Rowling's story.
"Luna! Look, there is a nargle in the Quidditch field." Neville said. "A nargle? Here in Hogwarts? How very peculiar! " I said. Neville looked a bit different. He acted braver and he stood taller. Strange. I still followed "Neville". I mean how many nargles appear in Hogwarts every day?! He led me to the Quidditch field and the last few words I heard before I fainted were "Stupefy! Good bye Loony Lovegood! I woke up in a box. Just my size. What is this place? Why am I here? Where's Neville? Where are the nargles? I thought about that for a minute or two then my mind drifted away thinking of nargles.
"Ouch!" I bumped my head on the side of the box. "Hello? Anyone here? Can I have a bandage?" No one answered. "Oh wait, I'm a witch. How could I forget?!" I thought to myself. I got out my wand. "Hmmm. What spell?" I thought. I tried apparating. It didn't work. Some spell must have been cast on the box. What to do? How do I get out?
I tried thinking of why I was here. Then, I remembered something from my past. When I was younger, my dad, Xenophilius told me a story about my mum. He never did that until that moment, so I listened because I knew it was important. He told me my mum used to be a Death Eater. I know it's hard to imagine. One day, my mum was regretting being a supporter of You-Know-Who because he was cruel, he wasn't actually strong, he couldn't do anything without his supporters. During a meeting, He- who- must- not- be- named insulted my mum and my mum spoke up, she said "Well, excuse me, you think you can do everything on your own. Well you can't, you can't do half the things you have done without any of your supporters" and she spat on him. That made him mad. He pulled out his wand and AVADA KEDAVRA. She was gone.
The fake Neville, was probably a Death Eater who drank Polyjuice Potion. A Death Eater who probably just wanted revenge on my family. My mum's gone. My dad got killed too. I think I'm next. When I thought all hope was lost, Harry, Ron and Hermione came. I heard the racket. Hermione tried casting Alohomora on the box. Ron tried lifting the box. Harry found out all you needed was to pull the flaps open. You would've thought there would be more security. They explained to me how they found me. They said they were bringing Harry to Quidditch practice and they saw "Neville" with a bit of blonde hair sticking out of the back of his hair and they saw him stun me. They followed him. He couldn't have apparated obviously. He just walked into this elevator thingie and they followed him. Thank goodness!
They brought me back to Hogwarts and I was extremely thankful. Then Neville appeared and said "Luna! Look, a nargle in the Quidditch field." I wasn't falling for it a second time. Harry, Ron and Hermione said "C'mon! We'll come with you." There was actually a nargle! "Wow. Nargles in Hogwarts!" How cool! That's the story of my adventure in a box.
