Luna Who?
Prologue: Impossible
AN: Owning something? What's that?
The first time he saw her, she was impossible.
A young woman with impossibly blonde hair was stumbling out of a double-decker bus. In his backyard. Xenophilius Lovegood could tell that this was a Not Good situation.
The woman, he thought, was either very powerful or very mad. She didn't seem to be injured in the slightest, except that she was a bit dazed and disoriented. (Well, he would be too if he hurtled towards the ground in a bloody bus, wouldn't he?) What made her impossibly odd was the way she rambled on, words spilling out of her mouth like a leaky faucet, 'regeneration' and 'Daleks' and whatnot. When Xeno checked her pulse, utilizing his Healer training, he swore that he felt two beats at the same time.
Impossible.
He stared in awe at the interior of the double-decker. Yes, it could be achieved with an expansion charm, but this was different. The bus felt almost... alive.
She grinned.
'Welcome to the TARDIS. This is the whole package. Sentient timeship, goes anywhere you want it to sometimes. Mostly, she chooses the adventure. I'm a bit roughed up right now, and I definitely could use a companion. It's life threatening, dangerous work. You have no idea where you're hurtling towards but it'll be fun. Deal?'
Impossible.
It was too much for him. Xeno passed out.
They were standing, together, under an olive-green sky full of stars. Sure, it was uncomfortable wearing a gas mask, but the sky was, for lack of a better word, brilliant.
'See these aliens? They're Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. Helped them in a civil war once,' she said wistfully. Xeno tried not to remember Serena as the madwoman who had crashed into his life one day (and cost him hundreds of Galleons of damage), but as his new friend.
However, he thought, he had been developing feelings for her recently. He hoped she didn't know, but her race could have been telepathic for all he knew. At Hogwarts, he was a Ravenclaw, smart but socially awkward. Still, wasn't it a possibility?
Or perhaps, it was impossible.
Xeno and Serena held hands as they gazed at the Muggle fireworks display that graced the air. He could feel his human heart beating in unison with the Time Lady's pair, and he knew that it was all or nothing.
'Serena.'
'What?'
'I love you.'
'Oh.'
His heart sank. Did that mean she didn't feel the same way? Was she offended? What should he -
He felt his head jerk forwards as she pulled the front of his robes and snogged him senseless. Xeno returned the kiss, and he didn't mind if anyone stared, not really, because they had each other.
His impossible friend was here for him.
The baby girl - his baby girl - sat in the TARDIS cot. Xeno watched his child's face, trying to sort out the Time Lord and the human parts. He couldn't. It was probably useless anyway.
Serena stood by him, a smile on her lips as they both looked at their child. He had been willing. There were a myriad of things that could go wrong, he thought, but the woman he loved could endure it, and he would stand by her.
They called her Luna, because from the first moment they looked at her, they swore that she was born with the stars in her eyes.
Xenophilius Lovegood, father of Luna Lovegood, thought it was impossible.
Serena stared at the message projected from her sonic wand. Xeno stared with her, fear rushing through his veins. When the transmission ended, she turned to face him. It was the first time he saw her scared.
She was going to war.
Oh, he had seen war before. His parents were killed by the hand of Voldemort himself, and he would never wish war on anyone. To have it creep up to his beloved was shocking, a lightning bolt crashing through a sea of calm.
They locked in a tight embrace, never wanting to let go. The sonic, however, beeped alarmingly, signalling one minute until she was gone.
How is it, that when you need them the most, words seem to slip away from you?
'I'll be back, I swear.'
A smile graced her lips. The smile was soft and sad and dangerous all at once, and he knew she could tear through anything in the universe to get to him.
Serena vanished in a burst of gold flames, just as Luna ran out to the backyard. And he realized.
She could get back to him, yes, but would it be impossible?
The last time he saw her, he didn't.
A battered sonic wand, the casing rusted and burnt. It was in the hand of a leather-jacketed man. Behind him was a police box that Xeno knew wasn't there before.
'She gave this to me, just before she died. She wasn't scared at all.' Unlike me. The man's unspoken words hung in the air.
Xeno agreed. The stranger was a survivor, whereas others were not. But wasn't he a survivor too? Memories surfaced. A raid, a curse, a life taken. He was a coward, too.
Sometimes, it was all he had. He saw it in this man.
'It's not your fault. Sometimes, to survive, coward is all you have.'
'Thank you.'
And the two survivors stood there, same but different. Time Lord and human. Time War and Wizarding War. Gallifrey and Earth.
But what did it matter, when nothing was impossible?