AN: This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now. I finally started to write it out. Enjoy

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own nothing except my OCs, no matter how much I ask the magic pixie fairies to make it otherwise.

Prologue - January 2007

The scar had not pained Harry for nineteen years. All was well.

Luna Lovegood hit save on the final draft of her tale of the life of Harry Potter and then attached it to the email to her publisher. Hitting send, she shut the lid of her laptop and swung her chair round. Smiling serenely, she got up, collected her cup from the desk and swept downstairs.

Her husband glanced up from reading the paper as she entered the bright, airy kitchen. "Oh hey hun. C.C. called, wants to meet you for coffee at the Leaky in half an hour. I'll look after the kids"

"I think that would be lovely. I'll look for some things to drive the Wrackspurts away, they're really getting out of hand. I'd best be off then"

Twenty minutes later, end Luna was sitting at a vacant table in the newly renovated Leaky Cauldron with a mug filled with butter beer sitting in front of her when the door swung open and admitted a tall black-haired woman bundled up in muggle winter clothing amidst a flurry of snow, who stumbled a little before catching herself and moving over to the bar, where she chatted with the barmaid and then headed towards Luna's table, plonking herself down on the chair while unwinding her scarf and slipping out of her coat. "Wow. Hannah's really done a number on the pub, hasn't she? It looks fantastic"

"Hello C.C."

"Hey Luna, how are you?"

"Oh, you know, the Wrackspurts are at it again, and they're really getting out of hand. I'm going to see if that new shop in Diagon Alley has anything to send them away"

"Mmm, maybe. And the girls, how are they?"

"Oh, they're just great, the Nargles have really taken a shine to them. Jay's been looking after them while I've been writing. He's been such an angel, the Flitterdabs have given him such patience"

"Luna?"

"Mmm?"

"Don't ever change." The barmaid came along at that point and set a mug of coffee in front of C.C., which she immediately wrapped her hands tightly around, absorbing the warmth of the coffee within. "Ahh. That's better. I've lived here for nearly two decades, and i still can't get used to the cold."

"Maybe you have a bad case of the Nigglepods. They sit on your skin and surround themselves with cold air."

"Like little tiny ghosts? Maybe. So, how's the book going?"

"Just finished it this morning"

"Really? That's fantastic! So, you know how all those years ago, I decided not to be written into your books? Well, I was talking to Scout and Becca this morning, and we agreed that maybe, it's time."

"Really?"

"Yep. So, I'll come round later and tell you, yeah?" Draining the last of her drink, C.C. stood up and started pulling her coat on. "Tomorrow work for you?"

"That would be lovely"

"See you later then, Luna


Luna sat down at her desk, the sheaf of notes written by her DictaQuill and the vials of memories C.C had given her close to hand. Pulling up a new blank document on her screen, she ordered her thoughts, and began to type.

AN: The magic pixie fairies have told me that they'll think about making me the owner of the wonderful world of Harry Potter, but only if I get ten reviews before I post the next chapter (which I have already written btw). So review (and be nice, please?).