A/N:
Me: Hello my fellow readers! Neville, Luna, say hello to our readers~
Luna: My name is Luna, what's your favorite color?
Neville: … Hello! –Accidentally breaks a vase-
Me: D: Neville! That was my-
Luna: The wrackspurts got to him… -suspiciously takes a Q-tip to Neville's ear-
Neville: Ah! Ah! My ears! My ea---
Me: Anyways, enjoy… -pries Luna off of Neville- Luna, watch where you put those Q-tips!
Luna: -Pulls out Q-tips with lots of brown earwax from Neville- Wrackspurts dropping…
Me: Ew… O.o;
Disclaimer: I claim the ideas of the cross-over but I do not own Repo! Nor Harry Potter.
KEY:
Talking
Singing
Thoughts
Hogwarts! The Wizarding Opera!
Luna woke up during the night, sitting up in her bed as she looked at the godfather clock in her room. She sighs, It's only 2:43 in the morning.
She got dressed and went downstairs to make herself a sandwich, she then went to the crypt where her mom's grave was, and she sat next to the grave and unwrapped her sandwich, taking a big bite out of it. She spot a bug that was shining blue light, like a night-light. "A nargle…" she whispered, she opened the door, tip-toeing outside quietly. Apparently, she isn't suppose to be outside after midnight since it is a being guarded very strict aurors. She wrapped her sandwich back up, putting it
It will be quick, it's in my sight
I'll capture it, and run back inside, and be back home in time
Luna tried to grab it quickly, missed. She looked forward seeing somebody in the shadows moving, she squinted her eyes, a man.
She hid behind a grave stone, it was Fred or George Weasley.
Industrialization
has crippled the globe
(Enjoy Ministry of Magic day and nighttime
formula of Polyjuice Potion)
Nature failed as technology spread
(Ask a Severus Snape if Polyjuice is right for you)
And in
this wake, a market erected
(Making Polyjuice from an unlicensed
source is illegal)
An entire city built on top of the dead
And
you can regenerate your heart and your looks
For every market, a
sub-market grows.
But best you be punctual with making your potion
He
picks up a fresh corpse of a woman next to him, using as an
ingredient for something.
Lest
it be you on the concrete below.
He sang while looking at Luna,
She
looked around confused, peeking through her fingers at the
Nargle. It's
quick. It's clean. It's pure.
It could change your life, rest
assured.
It's the 20th century potion,
And it's my job to go
and cause…TROUBLE!
Luna panicked, waving her hands to get his attention, accidentally releasing the Nargle. "No! No, Please! You'll get us caught!" Luna cried out loud.
She looked around frantically, running back towards the door, she tried opening the door but it wasn't opening. "No, no, no! It's locked!"
Lights from wands were heading their way. "This way, kid" she heard a voice, she turned around and it was the Weasley, motioning with his head as he had still over his corpse over his shoulder. She rushed over to him as he used the corpse to break through a wall, leading to an enormous pile of more corpses.
"Jackpot!" Cried the Weasley, getting ecstatic over the corpses.
"No, we shouldn't be here!" Luna pleaded with him.
So
why care for these petty obsessions? 'Cos
it's quick, it's clean, and it's pure (This can't be happening!)
Your desired heart still
beats with common lust
And what if you could have genetic
perfection?
Would you change who you are if you could?
It
could change your life, rest assured (I must get home!)
It's the
20th century potion (I need to get out of here!)
And it's my job
to go and cause TROUBLE!
TROUBLE!
Luna cupped her ears with her hand, blocking out the loud echo of his voice.
But
she was grabbed by a few aurors, tossed her to the ground, pointing
their wands at her.
"No, no, please! I didn't know!" Luna
cried out, coughing, her stomach was hurting her severely. She
clutched her stomach tightly, A figure was pushing the Aurors away,
Her visions was blurring away, she say somebody with long white blonde hair rushing towards her. "Luna!"