Luna strolled down the dimly lit hallways of Hogwarts, idly humming to herself. It was an odd tune, drifting in the air as though it wanted you to hear it and most certainly did not want you to hear. It moved quickly at all the right places, and slowed quickly in all the wrong places. Her father was not quite sure what to make of it when his little LUna came strolling back from the forest humming the odd mournful tune.
Luna observed Hogwarts' architecture, the same as always but undeniably different. As if some giant had reached up and decided they should adjust it slightly in some unnoticeable, but noticeable way. Luna sighed, and sat down, her back against the wall. She pulled out her sketchbook, and added a few touches she had missed on her last drawing of a Fae-Kraken, and flipped to a new page.
She started drawing the hallway, she was at an intersection between this hallway and another, that was located in a far off reach of this magnificent castle. Luna often came here to obtain a piece of the quiet so many seemed to enjoy, and thus she often had drawn this area she now sat in.
She sketched the basic walls first, the lines flowing together already. Continuing, she frowned, there was certainly something different about this usually-delightful spot she had chosen.
Thinking on it for a short moment of an instant, Luna decided to simply draw it then compare it to her older drawings of this Hogwarts intersection.
After several minutes of sketching out this area she had found herself in Luna flipped to her old drawing.
Nothing seemed to stand out as different.
She flipped back to her new drawing, then back to her old, then back to her new. There was something different, but she thought she caught a flicker of what it might be, but Luna could not be certain, for was anything every truly certain?
She prepared her small fingers to flip quickly between them, since it should be easier to check for differences with a quick change between them.
She flipped the pages back and forth.
Luna frowned, for this was odd even for her. A gigantic oval shape was the difference, and it was near the ceiling, in her drawing.
How did she draw something and not know it was there? How?
Luna was paling beyond her natural paleness, she flipped the pages repeatedly again, hoping against all hope the odd shape that eluded her mind was not there.
It was worse, it was there, and many others, but what terrified Luna more was that many of her old drawings of this location contained the ovals, but just a lesser amount. On the walls there were messages written in many different handwritings, the most prominent one that was somehow written in a dark ink that seemed to bend light around it read "Treadeth not where the Old Ones laye"
Luna paled further, her hands going clammy she saw her own messages on the wall, written in the terrified scrawl she knew best from her own homework. Telling her to leave, to forget, to never remember again.
Luna stood up quickly, she left her notebook on the ground for it did not matter anymore, and did she truly want those drawings?
She ran down the hall directly in front of her, attempting to keep her eyes to the ground away from whatever took up the many oval spaces that were high above her. She turned a corner, and breathed.
Starting forward again, for she would not stop until she had found at the very least Professor Dumbledore, she did the hazardous thing and glanced up.
The millions, billions, infinities of eyes stared back at her, their infinite wrongness tore apart at her very being. All in horrifying synchronicity the eyelids slowly blinked down over the eyes and she knew no more.