Harry Potter is J.K. Rowling's not mine.
"Daddy, where do you think all the plimpies are off to today?"
"Guess they're just not biting today Luna," the eccentric looking man looked down the river at his daughter. She was bright-eyed and curious at the age of ten, and she had most definitely gained her parents sense of wonder.
Mr. and Mrs. Lovegood were of peculiar breeding on both sides, having strong beliefs in many an unknown and strange creature such as the Freshwater Plimpies they had been fishing for.
"Xeno, darling. Supper's ready."
Mrs. Lovegood fancied herself a potioneer; always experimenting with various ingredients, even when it came time to make supper. Tonight, yet another strange concoction sat before the family; it looked like pea soup, however it was a violent shade of purple with a bright spot of yellow that would surface every once in a while.
"So, how was fishing?" Mrs. Lovegood smiled through her wavy blonde hair.
"Wonderful mum." Luna grinned broadly, however this quickly turned to a frown. "We didn't catch anything though. I think the nargles must have scared them all away again."
"Maybe next time."
After dinner, Mr. Lovegood sat by Luna's bed with her well loved copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard. Mrs. Lovegood had retreated back to her room where she claimed to be on the brink of a discovery that would transform the Wizarding World. She had been hard at work on this particular project for almost a week and had refused to divulge what exactly it was meant to do.
"And then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and, equals, they departed this life." He whispered, not wanting to wake Luna, and kissed her on the forehead before leaving.
As he stepped out into the hallway, a loud bang came to his left. It wasn't unusual for Mrs. Lovegood to make occasional sounds when testing her potions and spells, however with Luna just asleep, Mr. Lovegood was none too pleased.
"What in Merlin's name are you—" His eyes widened in horror as he processed the sight before him. His wife lay on the ground, silent and unmoving. His voice cracked as he frantically began muttering spells under his breath.
Panicking, he ran for the kitchen looking for anything to get her breathing again. But as he got to the door, he stumbled of a sleepy-eyed Luna.
"Daddy, your eyes look all watery. Are the wackspurts at it again?"
Author's Note: Luna's mom died testing a spell in the books, but I changed it for this story, so don't freak out please. Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it.