Hellooooooooo! Sir Fuzzalot here. This is the first fanfic i've ever written, but not my first published, that's Frequent Falling. This is such a goOoOoOoOoOoOod story with a really great plotline... but that doesn't come in till the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, including all the characters. This plot is mine, and some other characters are mine. Ron Weasely's heart is mine, too (i wish)!

Light of Luna

Chapter 1 Graduation and a New Beginning

For some, today is the end. Very expected, and happily accepted this end is. Tomorrow dawns a day of something new, not just your regular old day that countless have spent, and so have I. Until now, of course. Tomorrow breathes opportunity, full of chances not allowed before.

For tomorrow is mine as well as many others' first day as a qualified witch or wizard.

Today is just Graduation. Capitalized, yes, that should be! I finally am leaving Hogwarts! That's not a bad thing, in case I sounded glad to be rid of that place. Well I kind of am. I mean, homework every night, rules, classes, hard teachers, and let's not forget the dreary atmosphere.

I don't really have friends at Hogwarts, save Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny. They all were in Gryffindor, though. Ginny's the only one my year, so when Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville graduated Hogwarts along with their year (they're a year older than I am), Ginny became my only friend. I was in Ravenclaw, the house full of smart kids. It's a wonder why Hermione didn't get picked for Ravenclaw with her brains, though. I wish I had been in Gryffindor. Most all the noble and brave witches and wizards in the world today have been in Gryffindor. Take Harry for example. He's like, a celebrity, being the only wizard to survive Avada Kedavra, otherwise known as the Killing Curse.

Now, he's probably interrogating some accused Death Eater because he's an Auror for the Ministry of Magic while I am sitting with the rest of my teasing (they make fun of me and call me "Loony") seventh-year Ravenclaws.

Graduation was about to begin.

Then, the sea of seventh years quieted as a particularly old woman began walking up to the podium at center stage in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. Normally, instead of this old woman, Professor Dumbledore would be walking up to the podium, but Hogwarts suffered the tragic loss of his death the previous year. His temporary successor, this old woman, was a very good friend of his.

Her name is Professor M. McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. After the few remaining whispers had subsided, she began her speech.

"Welcome to the Hogwarts Seventh Year Graduation Ceremony." she said. "Today you walk up another step in your staircase of life. You will leave Hogwarts, find your career, and become a fully qualified witch or wizard!"

Tumultuous applause rang out through the Great Hall where the ceremony always takes place.

Professor McGonagall raised her hand as in to quiet the noisy lot. "Another year has gone by. I am, however, happy to say that it has been a peaceful one, too. No year for the past seven years omitting last year has been uneventful. For some, though, it could hardly be passed by without being noticed as eventful. For some, I hope, minds have grown, friendships blossomed and swelled, careers set in order, classes struggled through, NEWTS taken… I need hardly mention more! Now, the burden is off your back and you are free from it for the rest of your years. You will get married, have kids, and eventually send them off to Hogwarts when they come of age. Let's all hope that they can be as successful as many of you in this very crowd! The staff and I could not be prouder of you all. Your destiny awaits you the minute you walk out these doors, and you will embrace it, I know it. So let's hear it for the Class of 1998!"

At this word, she raised her wand arm as to cast a spell, while the seventh years and staff roared with applause. Confetti began streaming from the ceiling, drawn forth by Professor McGonagall. She, too, began clapping.

All the students including myself swiped the black pointed hats off our heads and tossed them jubilantly into the air.

Even with how happy I was with all the excitement in the air during Graduation, I couldn't help thinking: Please… Let it be over… I'm just more than eager to be able to do magic at home, not be restricted by the law. Gosh, this ceremony goes on forever… She thought once more as a couple of the other teachers got up to the podium to send their best wishes to all. Finally, through many teary moments, the Ceremony was over.

Returning back to my dormitory for the last time… That's a scary thought. My dormitory's the only place where I wouldn't be taunted. The other girls were smart by just leaving me alone. I'll miss the place. Other than that, there's nothing much to miss. DA meetings ended when Harry graduated, making my last year positively boring.

"Luna? Are you all packed?" asked Jean Rebukken, a fellow Ravenclaw seventh year.

"Why do you suddenly care?" I responded. After all, she'd hardly said a word to me all year.

"Oh… ah… never mind." She said, and sped up to catch Amy Harris, her best friend.

Up the twisting corridors and staircases the Ravenclaws and I walked until we finally reached the Ravenclaw tower and stopped for someone to say the password to the painting so we could all get inside.

"Galloping stags" stated one of the Prefects, and we all walked in.

The Ravenclaw common room is fashioned to be almost exactly like the Gryffindor common room, except instead of scarlet and color for the decoration colors, there's blue and black. A fire roared in the grate on the opposite wall from where I was standing.

I tried to stifle a yawn, but miserably failed. The day had ended, so I went to bed, ending all of the day's adventures.

Little did I know that my day's adventure was only beginning.

DREAM

Sitting… I am sitting on a bench in a place likened unto a Muggle park…

Why, though?

I look around.

Why is everything so blurry?

I flinch slightly as a crisp cool breeze flies past my face. Shivering, I pull my coat tighter around myself. Looking around as in expecting something, I finally see a very blurry outline of something.

Someone is walking towards me.

I have no idea what to do. Should I panic? Run away? I bite at my fingernails, being able to do nothing else.

The figure walking towards me finally stopped in front of me. Even in front of me, this person looked blurry.

"Luna Lovegood." said a masculine voice.

"Y-yes?" I replied, trying to put on a mask of confidence that I know I don't have. The man just stood there, apparently not caring.

"Ms. Lovegood, I have a message for you." He said, and began to rummage through his pockets.

I had so many questions for him. I didn't know what to ask first…

"Who are you? Why are you so blurry?" I asked.

He ignored me. How rude.

"Who sent you?" I added, still trying to pry.

Instead of answering me, he pulled out a very battered rolled-up piece of parchment. I accepted it, and unrolled it. Inside, there was a lot of cramped, yet elegant writing.

My dearest Luna Lovegood,

I regret to announce to you that by the time you will have received this, I will be long gone and dead. I wish that I could've gotten to know you better, and perhaps even see you again, but the chances of that happening have all blown away.

Right now, you may be wondering why everything you see is blurry. There are two explanations, only one of which you will like. First, this is your first real-life dream. Although this appears to you as being a dream, this is more like living while you are asleep. Once you get use to this real-life dream living once in awhile, things will lose their blurriness. Second, once you enter this real-life dreamland, you are bestowed upon both gifts and curses. Gifts that come from here may be traits to keep for yourself such as the gift that now, people will find you, let's say, more enchanting. See, now you are a connection between the wizard world or Earth and this place, which makes you seem enchanting. Doesn't make much sense, I know, but it just is that way. Curses however, are also bestowed upon you because you have also received Gifts. That doesn't make much sense either, but that's the way it is. Your curse, luckily can be removed if you can find the countercurse while the curse is still upon you. But unluckily, I cannot tell you what your curse is. You'll find that out in your own time. If you cannot manage to find a proper countercurse within the time limit, the curse with stay with till the moment you die. Let's hope that never happens.

Now to the real point of this message: I need you to do me a favor. When you wake up, you will have full recollection of this place, and my letter to you will still be grasped in your hand. On the back of the letter, you will find something written that was not previously there before as you are reading this now. I need you to follow its instructions. If you succeed, great things will surely come to you and they who are mentioned on the backside letter. If you fail, your mind will be wiped and no harm will come to you, but those who are mentioned will cease to exist. Since I am already dead, there's no saving me, so I hope that you can at least save these others. I wish you to do this for reasons I cannot say. No one else can do the job but you. You will have to trust me on this. Also, I cannot tell you right here what I need you to do, from fear that my delivery boy might read this.

Please help me,

Sir Waeden John Cierria Quagrid

P.S. My delivery boy's name is Cael X. Frennen. He's only allowed in this real-life dreamland I found to deliver messages to the people I bring into it.

As soon as I finished the mysterious letter, I looked up, expecting to see Sir Quagrid's delivery boy, Cael Frennen, but he had vanished. Before I knew it, everything around me was vanishing, too…

END DREAM

I woke up with a start. Looking all around me, I noticed that the previousland I had been in my dream was gone and replaced by the Ravenclaw girl's dormitory. My hands were shaking like mad, and my face was streaked with beads of sweat, giving me the image that I'd just competed in a marathon. I felt something in my hand. Sure enough, it was the letter from Sir Quagrid. I unrolled it once more, and turned it over. The same old-fashioned writing was present. Before reading it, though, I checked my watch to see what time it was. 8:07. Darn. Soon, the other girls would awaken and it would be time to board the train to Platform 9 ¾.

I slipped out of bed silently, and dressed in my Muggle clothing. Tucking my letter into one of my pockets, I sauntered down to my last Hogwarts breakfast.

Maybe it was just me, or all the seventh years in the Great Hall looked really gloomy to be leaving Hogwarts. What happened to all the "we're-so-happy-to-be-outta-this-place-for-good" attitude?

After I had loaded my plate up with the excellently cooked eggs and sausage, I looked over at the Gryffindor table to where Ginny was sitting. She, unlike the rest of the seventh years, was looking particularly content. That's probably because she's missed Harry over the school year and is anxious to see him again. From how it sounds, there's some brilliant chemistry going on between the two of them. I bet that a month into the summer, there'll be a ring on her finger. There couldn't be a more pleasing gift for Ginny, she'll be so happy. Hey, but what do I know? I didn't learn anything from Divination; I'm definitely not a true Seer. The very thought of it makes me laugh.

My thoughts were immediately silenced as Professor McGonagall announced that it was time to start making our way down to Hogsmeade Station. I quickly finished my breakfast and dashed over to where Ginny was sitting.

"Luna, I'm going to miss you!"

"Yeah, but I'll be sure and come to your wedding, Gin." replied Luna.

At this Ginny turned a brilliant shade of pink.

"Look, we're only dating, and it could be a long time before that topic even came up in one of our conversations."

"Ginny, he's more than likely to sweep you off your feet the moment you get to Platform 9 ¾! I mean, he sends you owls every day!" said Colin Creevey, one of Ginny's good friends from Gryffindor.

Ginny once again blushed furiously, and changed the subject.

"So Luna, any idea of what you're going to do when we get back?" asked Ginny as she and Colin stood up from the Gryffindor table to head down the Hogsmeade Station.

"I've got a pretty good idea, but it's not a job." I said, now walking with her. After a pause, I added "And I'm not going to get myself tangled in romance, either."

"Then what're you doing?" asked Colin very curiously. "Relaxing?"

I debated with myself whether to tell them or not. Sir Quagrid didn't say anything about telling others, did he? I let out a sigh spilt the beans about my vision. "It all began with the dream that I had last night…"

I was so into telling about my dream; I didn't even notice that we had already arrived at Hogsmeade Station where the scarlet Hogwarts Express was perched, almost ready to make another journey. Colin and Ginny were very good listeners; it seemed like they understood it better than I did.

"I bet this has something to do with some kind of prophecy!" exclaimed Ginny. "I mean, Harry was in a prophecy and he didn't know about it, what if you're in one, and you don't know about it?"

"I dunno, Ginny, that's highly unlikely. Not many true prophecies are made, least of all there's one about me."

"Oh come off it… You're more likely to have a prophecy about you than I am!" said Ginny as she pulled a compartment door open on the train and stepped into it.

Colin laughed as he joined her and extended a hand to help me up inside. "Yeah, the only prophecy that could ever be made about you would have to be something about you and Harry. I can see it now: The flame-haired graduate born of a flame-haired family as the last to wed the Dark Lord's defeater… wed the Dark Lord's defeater…"

Even Ginny joined in laughing at this one. Soon enough, the train's whistle blew for the last time and the last of the students scurried onto the train which slowly began pulling out of Hogsmeade Station.

"I'm going to miss that place, Hogwarts…" sighed Colin, who was now looking longingly out of the window.

"Of course, Colin you prat, what else would you be talking about?" said Ginny, who was now hexing a fly that had zoomed into our compartment.

Colin ignored this; he was now pulling out this morning's edition of The Daily Prophet, muttering something about old witches jinxing their cats to see some action going on around the house. I myself pulled out my copy of The Quibbler, the magazine which my father edits. An article on the effects of gillyweed when eaten by a bird ("A Bird with Gills will fly underwater… Or will it?"...… an interview with some pompous man who invented a mirror that makes you look better than you already are ("Man Discovers Fraud-Beauty Mirror, Wants to Make It Do It for Real"…) …

I finally put The Quibbler down for awhile. Colin looked up from his newspaper, surprised to see me put it down.

"You've gotten bored with The Quibbler? Hallelujah! I thought this day would never come!" exclaimed Colin, who was now starting to look a little scared from the look on my face.

"Do you want me to hex you?" I threatened, but then burst into laughter. "I'm joking, I'm joking!"

Colin's expression seemed very relieved.

"Never mind that," said Ginny, who was now getting a bit tired of making the little fly jump up and down, "Who wants to play Exploding Snap?"

We played and laughed not even looking at the time passing by. Soon enough, the Lunch trolley had stopped by their compartment.

Our futures lunches would never taste as good as the ones that we acquired on the Hogwarts Express. These lunches included mountains of Pumpkin Pasties, heaps of Cauldron Cakes, stacks of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Licorice Wands, and almost every other wizard sweet. It took a whole lot of time to consume it all, and when we would finally arrived at King's Cross, our pockets would still be bulging with sweets.

At about 5:30 in the afternoon, we arrived back at Platform 9 ¾. From the window of our compartment, I could see my dad beaming and waving at me. I waved back, and hurried off the train with Colin and Ginny to receive my luggage. My father dashed over to help me.

"My, you've grown since I last saw you!" he exclaimed. "Now you're done with Hogwarts… A shame your mother couldn't be here to see you graduate… but she'd be proud of you, Luna."

"Yeah, I reckon. Dad, I'll be just a minute, I want to go say goodbye to Ginny before she leaves."

As my father nodded in his approval, I dashed over to the spot where Ginny was standing, or more like being carried, proving Colin's suspicions true.

Harry Potter had evidently swept Ginny Weasely right off her feet.

"Luna!" said Harry, noticing that I was there. "I haven't seen you in the longest time!"

"It's been only a year, Harry. But I must say, Hogwarts got a bit dull for me once you left. I mean, DA meetings just came abruptly to a halt! Apparently no one could lead us as well as you did."

This made Harry blush deeply. "Well, ah, I just have a knack for Defense Against the Dart Arts, right Gin?"

"Positively, Harry dear." said Ginny, now playing with his locks of untidy black hair.

Mrs. Weasely, noticing the present silence, took the opportunity to speak. "Luna, dear, Ginny tells me you haven't much to do this summer. How'd you like to come visit us sometime?" At this point she became very excited. "And also I am sure you will come visit us soon, depending on what your mail says!"

I stared confusedly at the extremely happy Mrs. Weasely, now hopping up and down. What would my mail have to do with anything?

Harry, noticing my vacant expression, filled me in. "Ron just proposed last week. He and Hermione are getting married in early July." After telling me about this, he plunged into a very passionate kiss with Ginny. She seemed to really enjoy this.

"I will most certainly attend, Mrs. Weasely! I've never attended a wedding before… I wonder what it'll be like! Oh, this is exciting!" I exclaimed with excitement I had most certainly never shown in a few good years. It had definitely left a mark upon the Mrs. Weasely's face. She was ecstatic.

"Please, Luna dear, call me Molly. Oh I just cannot wait! My little Ronnie is getting married!"

"I'll see you later Molly. I really have to get going; I told my dad I'd only be a minute."

Harry and Ginny broke apart for a second to wave goodbye, and they resumed their snogging. I walked back to the spot where my father was standing.

"Ready to go?" he asked, pulling out his wand.

"Yeah, sure Dad." I replied, pulling out my own. Together, we swiftly Disapparated back to our lonely home in Bristol.

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