Chapter One
~Luna's POV~
Luna Lovegood looked out onto the grounds of Hogwarts. There, in the middle of a huge crowd, was Harry Potter, and his two best friends. On his left was Hermione Granger, a pretty Muggle-born girl.
And on his left—well, on his left was Ronald Weasley. His long red hair was shining in the sun, and his blue eyes were sparkling like a lake. He was sitting next to Harry on a fountain, talking and laughing. Luna sighed. It was the end of his fourth year—she would just start fourth next year. Pretty soon, he and Harry would leave.
And Luna wouldn't have done a thing about it. Because she was too afraid to say, "Stop!" Stop. What a simple word. One syllable—so many meanings.
For instance, it could mean, "Stop! You're shoe's untied."
Or, "Stop! You forgot something."
Or maybe even, "Stop! You're making it worse!"
But to Luna, it meant, "Stop! I've been waiting all my life to tell you this one thing. I've been meaning to tell it to you for two years, and for two years I've sat back and watched you get yourself up and into danger! Now I just need to tell you one thing before you leave, and you have to listen."
"Hey, Luna," Ginny said. She walked up and sat on the windowsill too. "What are you staring at?" Luna blinked.
"Nothing. Just Hogwarts, I guess. Do you believe Voldemort is back?" Luna asked. Ginny blinked.
"I suppose. I mean, Harry wouldn't particularly lie about that, would he?" she pointed out. Luna shrugged and looked back out at Ron. "Come on," Ginny said, trying to follow Luna's gaze. "I know you're looking at someone."
Luna shook her head. "Just trying to read some auras," she lied. Luna squinted and read their auras, trying not to lie anymore than she had. "They're absolutely fascinating. See, Harry Potter there is glowing a bright red. He's nervous. Hermione Granger, there, is kind of an… orange-yellow color. That means she's smart and creative."
"And Ron?" Ginny asked.
Luna took a deep breath and said, "You're brother… He's looking up here, so it's easy to read. Just give me a moment." Ron waved to Ginny, his eyes twinkling. "He's… a bright pink."
"What does that mean?" Ginny asked.
"Loving and tender," Luna said. Ginny laughed.
"I highly doubt it. Hey, can you teach me how to read them? Or is it something you're born with?" Ginny asked. Luna smiled.
"Of course I can teach you. It just takes a little patience." Luna said.
After that, Ginny and Luna became closer than close. They were best friends, and Luna decided that would be a good—maybe even great—thing for them both.
