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Only the Loony Ch. 1: A New Year Dawns

Rain was lightly trickling down onto Platform 9 and 3/4, glistening the pavement with shiny newness that reflected the coming school year perfectly. The scarlet train was blowing off clouds of steam, it's outer lair even brighter than usual due to the cleansing it had gotten from the rain. Neville looked across the platform and saw her. The girl he'd only just met the previous year, but whom he had felt a connection with at first sight. Luna. The most beautiful, eccentric, independent girl Neville had ever known. Everyone else believed her to be crazy, maybe even dangerous, but to Neville, she was simply dangerous to his heart, which beat faster than it ever probably should have whenever he saw her white blonde hair or her sparkling blue eyes. His gran was fixing his hair, a common nuisance to him by his 16th year of life. "Gran!"

He finally turned to the old woman, whom was still patting his hair down. "Alright, alright. I don't want you to look like a slob on the first day."

Luna noticed Neville's struggle and chuckled to herself. Boys could be so defensive about their hair sometimes. Carrying her trunk with her left arm, she half jogged to the train until she arrived at the door. Seeing her failed attempt to get the trunk through the skinny door, Neville ran over and lifted it quickly, pulling a muscle as he did so, and managed to wriggle it through the doorway. "There you are, Luna."

She smiled and thanked him as she led them both to an empty compartment. His legs nearly collapsing from the weight of the trunk, Neville somehow got Luna's trunk up onto the metal shelf. "Thank you, Neville. You're very strong."

Luna's mystical voice echoed through Neville's mind as he went out and said goodbye to his gran. "Bye Neville, and meet a girl this year! I want grandchildren!"

Neville stated kindly, "Gran, I am your grandson."

His gran replied firmly, "Don't get smart with me. Go on; don't miss the train."

Neville grabbed his heavy trunk and joined Luna in her compartment, smiling from ear to ear as Luna looked up at him from her Quibbler. She asked, her voice full of honest curiosity, "How's your gran?"

Neville responded quickly, "Fine, yeah, great. How are you?"

Luna shrugged. "Average, I guess. This summer wasn't very intriguing. I did keep having nightmares about that night, though."

Neville filled with a deep anger. Those Death Eaters had made her afraid. They had given her recurring nightmares. He took a deep breath and stated, "I've had nightmares, too."

"What about?"

"Well...the Department of Mysteries. And..."

Neville stopped mid sentence. He didn't want to tell Luna about his history with Bellatrix. He didn't want to tell her how vulnerable he was whenever anyone brought up his parents. Luna said kindly, "You can keep talking."

Neville smiled half heartedly and went on slowly, "Bellatrix. She...when I was really young..."

"I know."

"Oh, you do?"

Luna rubbed his arm warmly with hers. "You're probably tired of hearing it, but I'm very sorry about your parents."

"Th-thank you Luna."

Neville had frozen at her touch. His mind wasn't even on Bellatrix and his parents anymore, which he felt guilty about for a moment. They shared a smile with each other. They both understood sadness. But they both also understood how deeply they felt for each other. Neither would admit it, though. Not yet.