Chapter 1- Meeting the Moon

Summary- We had promised not to keep any secrets from each other anymore, especially if it was important. But she had kept this from me and it was definitely important

Warnings- Two or Three naughty words

Disclaimer- Roses are red, Violets are blue, I don't own Harry Potter do you?

"One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives."
- Euripides

I had met Luna the summer I turned ten, for some odd reason the Lovegood family decided to move to Privet Drive, the most boring place in all of Surrey. I had been sent out of the house because my Uncle was having company over and my Aunt didn't want me to freak the guests out. So I left the house with the intention of heading to the park but instead stopped to watch our new neighbors move in. Their furniture had been strange, odd and rather exotic. I don't remember how long I stood there watching but I was startled when Luna seemingly popped out of nowhere and introduced herself. You can only imagine how surprise I was that someone was speaking to me without trying insulting me. With her large blue eyes, disheveled blonde hair, radish earrings, and crock screw necklace on me I stuttered out a response to her pleasantries.

Luna had lost her mother in a lab experiment gone horribly wrong just a few months ago. "Daddy wanted to get away from the memories," or at least that's what she told me when I asked her why she had moved away from St. Ottery Catchpole, the town she used to live in.

To be honest I had kind of envied that Luna she was able to remember her mother, and the fact that she still had her father or "Daddy" as she preferred to call him. Unlike Luna, when my parents died I was too young to remember anything about them, even worst anything I had heard about them from my Aunt and Uncle were probably lies. They tend to do that to me a lot. They lie about my parents, they lie about me, hell they even lie about my friends.

According to them I'm "Some delinquent who was forced onto them by the government because no orphanage would take the good for nothing child of Petunia's drunkard of a sister," and Luna is the "Love child of some woman who got herself blown up." Aren't my Aunt and Uncle just such wonderful people?

By the end of that summer Luna and I had become best friends, we were like salt and pepper-inseparable- almost as if we had had our limbs glued together (which we had actually tried to do once). We were close, and having been friendless before I met her I took it upon myself to defend her.

In our 5th year of primary school Piers Polkiss had decided it'd be funny to call Luna 'Loony Lovegood' until she was on the verge of crying, I punched him in the face. I mean I know Luna was weird- really I did- but that didn't mean he could degrade her to the point of tears. Of course the teachers didn't see it from my point of view and I wounded up in a shit load of trouble, but for all it was worth (which was Luna self-esteem) it felt good to get back at him for years of torture and humiliation.

The first real Christmas I'd ever had was at Luna's House when I was eleven. When Luna had asked what I was going to for Christmas and I told her that I was going to be home alone since my Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin were flying to Majorca for winter holiday. Needless to say she was horrified. She said that someone who spends holidays by themselves- especially Christmas- will get a Humbugs infestation in their hearts.

As a result, and persistent persuasion on her father's part my relatives gave their consent to me spending winter holidays at Luna's house. If I had to use one word to describe Luna's home I'd have to use topsy-turvy (although I guess that's technically two). The entire complex- or at least how it looked inside- was unbelievably unique.

Even though I had never had a real Christmas before that year when I was with Luna and her dad that cold December day I finally understood why people make such a big deal out of a holiday that seems so commercialized.

During 9th Year I remember many people asking if Luna and I were an 'item'. No one seemed to understand that we were just really good friends, the sibling that neither of us ever had. After a while though, and I don't really remember who came up with the idea first Luna or me, but we decided to go on a date.

Neither of us was exactly socially competent. I was unbelievably awkward around the opposite sex sans Luna- and Luna…well Luna kind of just crept people out. As a result we were both left dateless for the Spring Dance Festival. I had heard that the Festival was supposed to be great but it was only fun if you had a date to go with so I really wanted to have a date. She actually wasn't my first choice; I had wanted to ask Cho-Chang- a girl in 10th Year- but every time I went near her my heart would speed up my palms perspired and I turned completely incoherent. "It's a lost cause," Luna said. "The Piljlip flying around you makes you act stupid."

One of us came up with the brilliant idea of going to the Dance together. I had never been to a dance before and neither had Luna so we had no idea what was expected. Apparently thought Piers Polkiss had heard that Luna and I were planning on going together and decided to sabotage any chance of us having any fun. When I had gone to get Luna a glass of punch he decided to spike it. When Luna took off her shoes when we were done dancing – she had complained of her feet hurting -he thought it be fun to pour chlorine from the pool storage room on then. His goal the entire night was to make us miserable… it worked. The two of us decided to just go home early. I actually have to thank him thought, I think it was that night that both Luna and I realized just how happy we were being just friends.

The last time me and Luna hung out I found out about a lot of shit. I mean I can't believe she thought it would be okay to hide something like that from me for so long. I had promised not to keep any important secrets from her after she found out about the real reason I got banged up every once in a while. It's not as if she thought I'd start acting weird around her or treat her like glass or anything, she knows that I respect her too much to do something like that. I just want to know why she thought it was justifiable to keep information like that from me. I'm not angry I'm just frustrated. Maybe even a bit hurt that she didn't tell me right away.

A/N I'll try and add the second part on Monday, if not then next weekend.

*Brownie Points to whoever finds the Christmas Carol reference in there.

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