I really should be working on my other stories, but I couldn't wait to post this one. I've been working hard on it, and I think it's good. I hope at least.

Disclaimer: Due to the fact that I'm writing on a fan website about stuff that didn't happen in the book, then it would lead you to this TRUTHFUL assumption: I don't own Harry Potter, or anything Harry Potter related. These are all J.K. Rowling's amazing characters.

Hello, I'm writing this on the toilet.

OH! I don't mean to say that I'm going to the bathroom. I'm just sitting on top of the toilet with the lid on it. The lavatory has been the only place I can get any peace from my tormenters at school for the past five years. Hopefully, I won't have to add a sixth year.

Only Moaning Myrtle is in here. And she has been quite pleasant company for me ever since I decorated her toilet with puffy paint and the stall with a few pictures of Filch that I put a spell on. They now say, "I'm a dirty git! I only cared about my cat when the chamber was opened. I should have thought about poor, beautiful Myrtle!"

But I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm supposed to be writing about what happened today.

Maybe I'm not ahead of myself though. Maybe this journal is so far behind and I'm just moving at an accelerated pace and I've already written down what happened, it just happened so fast I don't remember.

You never know. Kas Kornas are known for slowing down one's time perception, and they are drawn to magical water. So a nest might have been in the lake, and a few might have gotten into the bathroom.

Or maybe I'm just getting ahead of my self.

I'm Luna by the way.

Luna Lovegood.

AKA Loony Lovegood.

'Loony.' Not very clever, I must say. But, oh well.

Back to today. The first day I went back to Hogwarts for my sixth year. It was about 68.406943 degrees Fahrenheit. Sunny mostly.

So, anyway, I was on the train in my usual compartment, last carriage, three seats from the back, when I was joined by Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and Ginny Weasley.

This wasn't that odd. For my fourth year the three of them joined me, and for my fifth year, Harry and Neville gave me company. I knew that the redheaded boy and the pretty bushy haired brunette were on prefect's duty, and would come later.

So, Harry sat next to me on one side, and Neville and Ginny sat together on the other side. I knew that Ginny and Harry were together for a while last year. I had felt honored when Ginny told me.

I think that maybe, just maybe, she might be a friend. Hopefully.

But I was surprised to see that they seemed comfortable around each other. Over the summer they must have grown into friends, which was nice.

So I said hello to the three of them. Neville looked at me in a shocked way. I'm not exactly sure why. Maybe a Wrackspurt got him. But he seemed to be looking for my usual butterbeer cap necklace and my radish earrings.

But I wasn't wearing a necklace, and clear crystal earrings that no one would recognize as shrunken and crystallized Crumple-Horned Snorkack eggs. But oh well.

Come to think of it, quite a few people had looked at me the way Neville had been looking at me just then. Draco and his Slytherin friends, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, a fourth year called Jimmy Peakes and his friend called Ritchie Coote, a couple of boys from my Ravenclaw year, and that girl, Millicent Bulstrode.

And, when I glanced to my left, Harry Potter.

"Hi Luna!" Ginny had said happily. "You look great! I didn't see you at all this summer."

"You look lovely too." And she did, her read hair was a few inches below her collarbone, and her face looked happier than ever. "I was with Daddy all summer, out of the country."

"Really? Why?"

"OH! We were looking for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks! We found a nest of their dead eggs, but we didn't get to see them."

Ginny grinned. "That's great, Luna!"

"Thanks!" I was grinning like mad.

"How's the Quibbler?" Harry said, sounding like he was choking something out.

"Great! Daddy has been trying to publish an article about the Rotfang Conspiracy, but he has been forbidden by someone who doesn't want the truth leaking out. This coming summer, he's going to allow me to go on a few interviews with him. I wrote a few articles this year, but I haven't been allowed to go anywhere. If he'll let me, then this summer I'm going to interview a vampire who supposedly was in the Minister's clan."

Neville and Harry stifled laughs, but Ginny just smiled. She was extremely happy for some reason.

But it was nice, being around someone who was happy around me.

I began humming 'Weasley is our King' softly. Honestly, it's a song that sticks in your head. It just pops into my head and plays over and over and over again. The only way to get it out is to hum it.

Harry looked a little put out when he heard me humming, oddly enough. He shook his messy black hair, and I had the insane urge to touch it.

My shoulders started cramping up; they had been doing that a lot lately, ever since I tripped down the stairs. I was in such a hurry to get down that I tripped, and forgot to take the proper care for myself. I stretched my arms out as far as they could go. I do that just like my mother did. Arms up in the air, back arched, wrists pointed as hard as possible downward and pointer fingers a few inches above the others. I look a lot like my mother.

The witch with the candy cart, whose name happened to be Melinda, a fact not many knew, came by. I bought a chocolate frog and a bag of Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. Harry, Neville and Ginny pooled their money and bought about half the cart.

"Do you want anything, Luna," Ginny asked, holding up a licorice wand.

I shivered, "Ugh… No thank you. Thanks though!"

"What's with the shiver?" Harry questioned me, probably expecting a conspiracy.

"I had a bad experience with licorice wands."

"With licorice wands? In all their magical goodness?" Neville said, stuffing a few into his mouth.

"Yes. In my first year, the boy with white blonde hair put something, I'm not sure what, into my bag, and I got sick for a few weeks, and my skin turned blue every few minutes. Ever since, I can't eat them."

"Malfoy." All three of them decided together.

I shrugged. "Perhaps. But, oh well."

"Luna, you can't just let people walk all over you. You have to…" Ginny told me. I tuned her out. I'd gotten this speech before. I just nodded at her occasionally.

Neville and Harry began a game of exploding snap, which got my attention. I was quite good at that game. They had only gotten a few cards up when it exploded.

"May I?" I asked them.

"Sure."

I quickly put up the cards, getting a two-foot high tower built before they exploded.

"Very nice!" Neville grinned, while Harry whistled appreciatively. I grinned.

"Thanks, Daddy taught me how to play while we were searching for Nolvers in Australia."

At this point the compartment door slid open and Hermione and Ron walked in, holding hands and smiling like mad at each other. "Hiya, Harry, Nev, Gin and—" Ron paused at this point seemingly taking me in "Luna." He finished. Hermione waved at them, she had managed to partially tame her bushy hair, so that now it merely looked very fluffy.

"Hello Hermione." I said, pronouncing each one of the vowels. "Hello Ronald." They had lovely, long names that I liked to say.

"Luna." She said nodding and smiling hesitantly. I don't think she was too keen on me. We're very different people, so that's to be expected. I smiled brightly at her anyway. Ron sat on Harry's other side, and Hermione plopped down into his lap. I smiled, they were so adorable together.

Oh my! What if they had been bitten by a luvver bug? I could never forgive myself for not noticing… But no… they didn't have any tell tale marks on their elbows. That is where luvver bugs bite after all. Phew. That was a close one.

A glance at Harry showed that he was fine with this display of affection. A little tongue twister from some muggle movie popped into my head. I had been trying to remember it on the ride to King's Cross. Amidst the mist of coldest posts? Was that it? No… The mist amidst the stout? No, it was longer. Of stoutest wrists the posts insist… Oooh. I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was.

"Oh!" I cried out loud. "I remember it now." The others stared at me. I berated myself mentally, thinking that I had once again convinced everyone I was abnormal. Well, I guess that it didn't matter what they thought. That's what my mother always taught me.

Ginny was used to my eccentricities and asked "Remember what?"

"Just something my dad and I were trying to remember, it just occurred to me."

"What was it?"

"It was a tongue twister from a muggle movie I saw a few years back."

"Let's hear it." Ronald said, I think he wanted some entertainment. Hermione shot him a look at him from her perch on his lap.

I thought for a minute, and decided that if they thought I was weird, then so be it. "Amidst the mist and coldest frosts with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts, he thrusts his fists against the post—"

"—And still insists he sees the ghosts." Harry finished, interrupting me. He was looking at me from his seat oddly, as if just now really seeing me. "That's from that clown movie… IT."

I nodded.

Hermione frowned. "I hated that bloody movie." She said, nestling a little into Ronald. "Jason made me watch it when I was 10."

Ronald looked up at her angrily. "And who now must this 'Jason' fellow be?" Hermione raised her eyebrows at him.

"My cousin. Who did you think?" Ronald shrugged his shoulders and relaxed a little, muttering something about a 'cradle-robbing-Krum'. Now that sounded interesting. Harry hadn't taken his eyes off me. This was a bit unnerving, as his eyes made emeralds look pale.

"How'd you see the movie Luna?" Harry questioned, as though no one had spoken.

"My father and I stayed in a muggle hotel and he was out. I was bored so…"

"You watched that movie alone?" Harry's eyebrows were furrowed.

"Yeah," A blush was beginning to come to my cheeks. "I've always liked horror movies, so I just watched it."

"I like them too. I saw it when I was younger when the Dursley's were out. I went up to Dudley's toy room and hid his clown toys." Everyone in the compartment giggled. "Steven King is insane. He has to be a vampire or something."

I rolled my eyes in a mock-exasperated way. "Oh please. He's possessed by Plano Martilla, a famous spirit calling Indian."

"Oh really now?"

"Of course. Haven't you been reading the Quibbler at all?"

Harry grinned in a sheepish way, spreading surprising warmth through me. "I suppose not thoroughly enough."

A pale good-looking teenage boy with platinum blonde hair opened the door. "Hi. May I borrow Luna for a moment?"

And here comes the entrance of Mr. Malfoy. Luna is looking very hot to the guys and Milicent right now, so that's going to play a little role in the story. I think I'm switching it to Harry's POV if I write a new chapter. If anyone wants me to, I will, even if it's just for one person. But it is super motivating to have a lot of reviews… 