(A/N): I love Luna, I find her intriguing and mysterious. She's one of my favourite characters and I thought she deserved a story dedicated completely to her. It's a story about Luna, whom you will see in a different light. But it's also tells the tale of Luna's mother, I think there's more to her death than we know. It will be darker than most stories about Luna, but still with goofiness and humour.

Everything belongs to the creative mind of JK Rowling, but the plot and all extra characters are mine ;) ask before you use.

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Birth of a princess…Prologue

My mother wrote to me, in diaries and letters. Like she knew her life would be cut short and that she wouldn't have much time to share her thoughts with me. So she wrote her thoughts down. I didn't realise those diaries existed until I turned 16, and my father finally gave them to me. The first diary is from her fifth year in Hogwarts, school for witchcraft and wizardry. In one of my mother's diaries she describes my birth as one of the most magic moments of her life. She always told everybody who wanted to know, and also everyone who didn't, that she knew I would be born under a full moon, because it was under that same moon that I was conceived. My name wasn't farfetched, she named me Luna. Without consulting my father, being the kind man that he is and at that time to much in love with my mother to even start a debate on baby names.

My mother didn't only write in her diaries, she glued al kind of things in them. Like photographs, souvenirs and she even has a bag of sand from the first time she went to the beach with my father. One of the first pictures that are glued in the book after my birth is that of a bleu eyed baby with raven black hair. That was probably the first strange thing I ever did. After two weeks my hair got white and it has been blond ever since. It's so blond that when the sun shines you need sunglasses and sunburn; at least that's what a classmate told me in second year. The next photographs are of me and the family. There's one of a toddler with curly blond hair who is looking down at baby me. That's my brother Lucas, one of the most important persons in my life. Like me he's blond, but he has curly hair, mine looks like I iron it every day, and he has grey eyes that can say more than a thousands words.

At my birth only two of my grand-parents were alive; my mom's dad Theodore and my dad's mom Ameticia, who we called Nona, because I couldn't pronounce her real name until I was 10. You can see on the pictures that I look most like my aunt Mea, dad's older sister, who only made it when my hair had already turned. At that time she lived in Australia and until I was 13 I could count the times I actually recall seeing her on one hand.

But my favourite picture of them al is a small picture on page 5. On the backside is written in the most beautiful handwriting you can imagine 'Ophelia and Princess Luna'. It's a picture of me and my mom. She looks so happy it's amazing, she looks quit tired but still manages to smile at the camera give baby me a kiss and wink at the camera. I have pictures of my mom in fancy black dress robes that match her grey eyes, make up and her blond curls shining from fairy dust. But to me she never looked more beautiful as on that picture.

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(A/N): It's my first more-than-one-chapter-story, so I know I still need to grow into it. I give you a prologue now and have already written two other chapters, but I still need to type them on the computer. I was on vacation a month without normal comfort, it gives you time to think and write ;)! Now I know you are going to give comment on Lucas, but I have a real good explanation for his absence in the books, you'll have to wait until next chapter. Please review, hate it—break it I don't mind I'm a big girl, and keep reading. But keep in mind it's going to get darker as I go along!