"There's something wrong about our world. Everything is too green. Harry's eyes are green, so were his mum's. The killing curse is green, the Slytherin house is green, grass on the Quidditch pitch is green. Why is everything so green? I have a theory, a theory known only to me. Green is seen as a calming colour, which reminds us of nature and all things nice. I believe there are beings that control the world around us, making us believe certain things are fact and certain things are fiction. The green keeps us calm and stops us from realising what is happening in the world we live in. Harry Potter is working with them. He was an experiment, a sort of spy, sent down to monitor us and get us to do what they want. Whenever we get suspicious, we see his eyes and become calm once more. I have several reasons for-"
"Luna, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing, Harry, nothing at all. I was just saying something, but I can't quite remember what. It doesn't matter."
"Of course it doesn't... Anyway, do you want to come to dinner? It's the feast of-"
"No, I must continue and keep the nargles away from my spirit."
"...Right. You do that."
"Okay, thanks, Harry, you always make me feel calm. Why are you smirking like that?"
"No reason."
First of all, where the hell did that idea come from? And why was it written? I don't even know. I have a messed up head... I'm not even going to ask you to review this one...