Author's Note: heya first fanfic, hope you like it. This chapter is quite short and there not much talking but it gives you the background to the story.

Disclaimer: Everything you recognise belongs to J.K, everything you don't belongs to me.

Chapter One, Freak Like Me.

You know how muggles can have magical kids? They're actually quite common, most famous ones I know are Hermione Granger and Lily Potter I. I would've loved to be a witch born into a muggle family, it would've made me feel special. What I am is NOT special in any way. I'm not a pure-blood. I'm not a half-blood. I'm not even a witch. And no I'm not a werewolf or shapeshifter; I wish I was that cool. I am a squib. A non-magical person born into a magical family. Yeah, that's right creatures like that exist (only every 500 years). Yeah, you can call me weird but that's not the worst part yet. My mum fought in the Great War so everyone expects great things of their children. She is also best friends with the wife of Mr. Chosen One Who Saved The World. If you haven't guessed, my mum is Luna Lovegood. Don't even ask about my dad, he ran off as soon as he realized he had me as an abomination of a daughter. My mum had always said to me:
"Skylar, he just doesn't understand your specialness"

Every time she says it, it's like she actually believes the gibberish coming out of her mouth. So to sum it all up I'm the daughter of Luna 'Loony' Lovegood I'm not magical and the cherry on top of my perfect life is that both of my siblings ARE magical. It just wasn't fair. Alexis, 26, just finished college and became a fully qualified Healer and Tristan, 17, is in his final year at Hogwarts. He was a Prefect. He wants to be a Quidditch legend like Viktor Krum. Whoever that bloke is. Mum wasn't too pleased. She said it was too dangerous to make a career out of. Heaven forbid something might happen to Tristan. She treats him like he's 2. But in the end she agreed, she said she's happy if he's happy. And what's this big obsession with Quidditch? It's like soccer on a piece of cleaning equipment.

Last week we got some sort of letter called a Howler from Hogwarts. Well it's the most horrid contraption Ever. It just started screaming at us.

"Dear Miss Luna Lovegood and family.

You and your daughters, Alexis and Skylar are invited to attend the Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry 20th Annual End Of Year Awards Ceremony And Goodbye Ball on the 30th of June. Your son Tristan
has been nominated for Gryffindor Quidditch Player of the Year.

We do hope you can make it."

Mum explained that a few years after the war ended that Hogwarts started this End of Year Awards Ceremony and Goodbye Ball to praise good behavior and achievements instead of awarding 'house points' (whatever those are.) Finally a reason to go to Hogwarts. Not that i care. Well actually I've always wanted to go to Hogwarts and there was nothing stopping me from going this time. Nothing!

"What do you mean 'Were not going'!"

"Now Skylar, no need to shout dear simply because Tristan asked me if it's alright if we didn't go because he said you would 'freak out' around magic and i agreed."

"Freak out around magic? You guys use magic all the time! I'm freaking out BECAUSE we're not going! It's not fair, Tristan always gets what he wants! If we don't go ill never see Hogwarts!" She knew I was right.

"Anyways, mum if we don't go I'll just keep complaining about not going and there's only the two of us so I'll have nobody else but you to complain to"

"I'll call Tristan and let him know were coming next week." She said as she was running out the door, my mum knew she wouldn't be able to handle my constant complaining. So this is it I'm finally gonna see Hogwarts.

A/N: I know Luna's supposed to be married and have two kids but i wanted to write a story about someone different and she needed to be a Lovegood. You'll see why in a few chapters ;)

Review please :D

-Toni x