This may not be the most satisfying thing to do for readers who were following YsT, but as I have been unable to write a word of that story for over a year anyway, I doubt it will be very much missed. I feel that this story is a much better conclusion to the Yesterday Sequence than that one ever could have been, and a much less confusing one, as well. Which is definitely a good thing.
This story will be only ten chapters long, plus this prologue, as well as an epilogue. It WILL be finished by the release of the seventh book.
So, readers–put yourself back to where you were when you finished part two of this odyssey–was your desk on the other wall? Have you bought a new computer in the meanwhile? Are you a different person entirely? Forget about those things for a moment, and go back–back to Yesterday.
When we last left our characters, Ronald had just left Luna's house for the Burrow–and meanwhile, at the Burrow, Ginny has been knocked unconscious and taken back into the Chamber within her mind. This is where we pick up the thread; this is where we begin anew:
Yesterday's
Tears
Potter47
Prologue
A Brilliant
Idea
"It's such a shame that Ronnie had to go home so soon," said London as Luna walked back into the living room, from the front hall.
"Yeah," said Luna. She glanced down at the hot cocoa mugs still resting on the coffee table, next to the paper plates–full of Pop Tart crumbs. There would be clumps of chocolate in the bottoms of the mugs, she thought. Sometimes she liked to scoop up the clumps and eat them after drinking the rest–it tasted so different–but now she didn't feel like it.
"Are you finished with your cocoa, daddy?"
"Yes," said London, standing and fiddling at the radio.
Luna picked up the three mugs, hung on her fingers by the handles. Into the kitchen and she bit her lip. The mug on the left had been Ronald's. She placed the other two in the sink and held that one with both hands–lifted it to her face and breathed in its scent.
–and even though it smelt of cocoa, and nothing else, she didn't care. It was still his. She missed him dreadfully, and he hadn't been gone fifteen minutes. How had she ever gotten on for so many years?
The last mug in the sink, she filled them with water from the tap so the clumps at the bottom wouldn't harden and be a pain to clean up–London did the dishes the Muggle way, of course, the way he'd been raised. He didn't need any extra work. He'd just been through a very traumatic experience, even though he didn't remember it.
"In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass..." sang the radio as Luna walked back into the living room from the kitchen. She smiled. London loved this song.
"Dance with me!" called London, and he grabbed hold of Luna's hand before she knew what had happened, and he was leading her around the living room awkwardly.
"Penny Lane...! is in my ears... and in my eyes..." sang London as they went. Luna chuckled, and joined in: "There beneath the blue suburban skies..."
Anyone who knew London knew that nothing could keep him from his Beatles, and Luna could not think of any reason why anyone would want to. If You-Know-Who himself had charged into the living room and blasted the radio into bits, London would not have run away, or even yelped--and London was a very yelpy man. Instead, he would have stuck his finger in the Dark Lord's face, and shouted, "HOW DARE YOU?!"
Luna smiled.
"Oh, Penny Lane...!" London finished along with the radio, and as the music clanged to a silence, Luna looked up at her father.
"You should start your own band, Dad. London and the Englands. You could be bigger than the Beatles."
London shook his head, sighing into a grin. "Nobody could be bigger than the Beatles."
Luna excused herself up the stairs before she was tripped into a round of Day Tripper.
"Well, hello, Snorky, what are you staring at?" she asked as she entered her bedroom. Her stuffed Snorkack was staring at her from the bed. "Yes, I know I left you alone but you see, I do it every day. I'm sorry. Aw, come here."
Snorky did no such thing, so Luna bridged the distance herself and sat down on the bed beside him. She sat cross-legged and folded her arms on her knees.
"What? You're looking at me funny."
Luna reached down and picked the little guy off of her bed but suddenly the bed was gone. Luna found this slightly odd because she had been on the bed herself and now she clearly wasn't and yet there was no impact of hardwood floor against her bottom, which would have hurt.
Come to think of it, she couldn't see anything either.
It was dark, very dark, and since Luna wasn't a Night-Crawling Snorkack, she could not see a thing. She reached behind her ear on reflex, but her wand was not there.
"My Queen," said a voice, and Luna spun around--but nothing changed in her vision, because it was so dark, and that made her dizzy.
"Who's there?" asked Luna.
"It's me," said the voice, and then: "Bob."
Luna blinked (which didn't accomplish much) and then quirked her head. "Robert?"
Bob nodded, but Luna couldn't see him. "Yes," he added, in a whisper.
"So I'm in Logica-Land?" said Luna.
"Yes, but don't be so loud if you don't mind, my lady," said Bob. Bob was a small, teddy-bear-esque creature that Luna had met on her first venture into Logica-Land. She hadn't seen him in ages.
"Why not?" asked Luna.
"If you haven't noticed, my Queen, all is not right in Logica-Land," said Bob. The words hung in the black air, and Luna nodded.
"Yes, I had noticed. What's happened? Where are we?"
"We are in your palace," said Bob. "The Envelope of Oblivion has sent his Letters to attack us, and they ransacked the whole entire village. Word has it that the Envelope is preparing to move in on us himself, my lady. These have been dark days indeed..."
"I've noticed," said Luna. "Is there any way we can lighten things up a bit? The darkness is shining so bright I can't see a thing."
"That is why we've been hoping you would return so very dearly, my dear," said Bob excitedly, "and why it is so wonderful that you finally have."
"Why is that?" said Luna. "I don't really see anything wonderful about this... to be honest I don't see much at all.
"All of our lights have burnt out," said Bob, "and so we need new ones. You are the Queen, and the chief Idea-maker of Logica-Land. You simply need to come up with an idea."
"An idea about what?"
"About what we are going to do."
Luna was confuzzled.
"What is there to do? The Envelope is enveloping us... King Ronald is still missing, I assume?" She felt a pang as she said it, because she had just remembered.
"Yes, he is," said Bob.
"And where is Harpia?"
"Um," said Bob. He swallowed, as though he regretted having to break it to her. "She is... also... missing. There are rumours that she may be... um..."
"Oh."
Luna furrowed her brow.
"Then there's only one idea I can think of."
"What is that?" said Bob, a note of hope in his voice.
"We must set out to rescue King Ronald."
A dazzling light bulb popped into existence above her head, burning bright and shedding light over the great hall of the palace.
Bob smiled. "A brilliant idea."
Next Chapter
Hide and Seek
"In reality, we are still
children.
We want to find a playmate for our thoughts and
feelings."
Wilhelm Stekel
Coming Soon
Author's Note: The first chapter will arrive two weeks from today, on the First of June, and each chapter after that will follow five days apart.
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