A/N: This is the only Author's Note you're getting from me, just for the record. I hate when there's one before and after each chapter. If you've ever seen the show Lost in Austen or read/seen the play Goodnight Desdemona, Good-morning Juliet by Anne-Marie MacDonald, this story is very similar to those. I know many people were a bit maddened by the epilogue, and so was I, to be honest, but after looking at all the brand new characters, there's so much potential there for a good story, so I decided to write my own version. I have a vague idea about how it will end, but nothing more than that.

Luna Hermione Clement wasn't like many other Harry Potter fanatics, which was why she didn't mind it when every person she passed stared at her long, black robe, her red and gold scarf and her large brown trunk with a Hogwarts logo on the front.

Her mother had helped her make the trip from Bristol to London to be at King's Cross in the morning on the first of September. She was the one who bought Luna the uniform and the supplies, each item having a Warner Bros. logo engraved on it, but it was the closest she could ever get to the real thing. They had arrived at King's Cross at half past ten, and passed the platforms with a determined strut.

Luna's mother had been to King's Cross to touch the barrier between platforms nine and ten after the seventh and final novel came out. Luna wasn't even one year old back then. Her mother had explained to her before they left their hotel not to get her hopes up if the barrier didn't give way when Luna put her hand to it, which seemed fairly obvious to her. But that didn't mean the fantasy was gone from her mind as she rolled her trolley forward, twelve paces ahead of her mother.

When the barrier between platforms nine and ten came into view, Luna's heart jumped into her throat. She picked up the pace. When she was five feet away from the stone wall, she waited for her mother to be standing next to her, and then looked up at her.

"Are you ready?" her mother asked.

"I think so!", said Luna, and she fastened her eyes back on the barrier, stuck her tongue between her teeth and tightened her grip on the trolley. She was going to walk up, stop just before, and touch her hand to the bricks.

But she went forwards way too fast, and she found she wouldn't be able to stop the trolley in time. She was reminded of the scene in the Chamber of Secrets movie when Ron and Harry crashed into the wall. Everything toppled over, including themselves. She squeezed her eyes shut, anticipating it to happen to her; she heard her mother shout her name just before it happened.

But she didn't feel a thing. The trolley kept right on going. She managed to stop it without hitting anything, and breathed a relieved sigh and opened her eyes.

It was as though she had just walked straight into her most frequent and desired fantasy. The first thing she noticed was the enormous, shining red train emitting stream, ready to leave the station, looking so magnificent and majestic. Boys and girls were boarding it, loading on trunks much more authentic than Luna's, and parents were waving, handkerchiefs in hand, from the side. Above Luna's head was the sign that made Luna sure she was dreaming. Perhaps she had been knocked out by the force of the wall and was dreaming it now.

The sign read, very clearly, Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

Luna looked over her shoulder, back at the barrier, expecting her mother to follow, but she never did. A feeling of sheer panic came over Luna, but it was overwhelmed by an immense sense of curiosity to find out exactly how real this world was. She went forwards a ways, but found herself trapped in a mist, and she couldn't see much else.

Then, she heard voices only feet from her from beyond the vapour.

"Teddy's back there. Just seen him! And guess what he's doing? Snogging Victoire!"

Luna froze, all suspicion about the authenticity of the platform leaving her. That was a line from the epilogue--having read it dozens of times, she would know. It was little James's voice. She found herself reciting the words in her head as they came.

"Our Teddy! Teddy Lupin! Snogging our Victoire! Our cousin! And I asked Teddy what he was doing--"

"You interrupted them?" Luna jumped at the sound of Ginny's voice--it was just as she had imagined it. "You are so like Ron--"

"--and he said he'd come to see her off! And then he told me to go away. He's snogging her!"

"Oh, it would be lovely if they got married! Teddy would really be part of the family then!"

"He already comes round for dinner about four times a week." Luna emitted a strange squeal at the sound of Harry's voice. She had tears in her eyes from pure excitement. "Why don't we just invite him to live with us and have done with it?"

"Yeah! I don't mind sharing with Al--Teddy could have my room!"

"No. You and Al will share a room only when I want the house demolished."

Luna couldn't help herself anymore. She abandoned her suitcase and bounded towards the voices.

They were perfect in every way possible. Their faces, their expressions, their clothes, their hands. Harry and Ginny stood side by side, their three children standing in front of them, Ginny's hand on Lily's shoulder and Harry's hand on Albus's. Lily looked so much like how her grandmother of the same name would have looked at her age, only she had her mother's brown eyes. Albus looked just like Harry besides the collection of freckles on his nose, inherited from Ginny. Next to them were Ron and Hermione. Hugo was talking to Lily, and beside Hugo was Rose. Rose looked so like Hermione, only her large, bushy hair was red.

Luna's mouth hung open dumbly as she stared openly at all of them. Her eyes were so wide they bulged out of her head. She didn't care in the slightest about how she looked--she wanted to take them in as best as she could.

She let out a very loud, shrilly scream, her hands on either side of her face, and she bounced a little on her toes. "I can't believe it!"

All nine of them looked at her, some confused, others slightly frightened.

"You're perfect! So, so perfect!"

Luna came forwards, partly in awe, her sense of manners slipping her mind completely, and reached out to touch Lily's hair. The little girl cowered slightly, and Ginny held her closer.

"Who are you?" Ginny asked.

It took Luna a second, but she finally came to her senses. For the most part.

"I'm so sorry ... I'm just a really, really big fan of you all."

She looked around at them all, grinning madly, and just then, the train's whistle blew. Harry should have checked his watch by then, but Luna had disrupted the story. They all scrambled to get onto the train, and Luna just stood there, wondering what to do. Should she help, or should she leave them alone? What if she couldn't get back?

"Come along, then!" Ginny stretched out a hand to Luna. "Is your suitcase already on the train?"

Luna blinked, flabbergasted that the fictional character she had looked up to so much over the years was speaking to her.

"No, it's not! It's over there ..." She pointed to her ridiculous suitcase, and Harry went over, picked it up and threw it on the train. After he did that, he took Albus aside and began to speak privately to him. Luna knew just what they were speaking about.

"It was nice meeting you," said Luna, reaching out a hand for Lily to shake. The girl only stared, and followed Hugo back down the platform, as he followed Ron and Hermione. Luna hated that she wouldn't have the chance to speak to the trio that shaped her childhood, the trio she was born to love--she had so many questions to ask them, she could have spoken to them all day long.

The door to the train was still open for her to get on board. Luna thought about her mother back in the Muggle world. To convince herself that boarding the train was the right decision, she realized that this opportunity was one her mother would love to have, and passing it up would not only let herself down, but her mother, as well. And with that, she jumped on.