DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, I doubt I would be writing fanfiction.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Mrs. Lovegood's (Luna's mom's) first name is Ciara in this fanfiction, just because.
It was Luna's most painful memory, that of her mother dying. It was one of the few times she could remember her father crying.
It was sometime in the summer of 1990, and it was a day when they could never expect something to go wrong. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, everything seemed so perfect.
Luna sat on the floor, in her parents' workroom, reading a book, while her father worked on his magazine, and her mother worked on a new spell she was developing. Xenophilius looked over at his wife, smiling fondly, just as Luna looked up from her book to look at her mom. Then a bright flash of light blinded them momentarily, and when they could see, Mrs. Lovegood was on the floor.
Xenophilius sprang up, rushing over to her, "Ciara!" He dropped to his knees at her side, checking for a pulse, a heartbeat, breathing, any sign of life, but he found nothing. The tears just came out of his eyes naturally, running down his face, "Ciara…Ciara…honey…"
He leaned over her body, and Luna got up, slowly approaching them, unsure of what was going on. She knelt down beside her dad, looking between his grief-stricken face and her mum's blank face, "Daddy? Is Mummy okay?"
Xenophilius sat back up, looking over at Luna, and wiping his face, "Luna, my darling… Mummy's not going to wake up. She's…lost."
She nodded sadly, tears rolling down her cheeks, "Well, Mummy always said 'Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end,' so we'll see her eventually, won't we?"
At this, Xenophilius held back a sob, pulling his daughter into a hug, "Yes, we'll see her someday…just not anytime soon and it will be longer for you than I. I won't ever let anything happen to you, Luna."
Luna hugged him back, running her small hands through his hair, "It'll be okay, Daddy. We'll see her one day, and you'll always have me."
Xenophilius pulled back, looking over at his wife's body, "We should close her eyes, don't you think?"
He reached over, shutting her eyelids, "There. Now she could be sleeping."