Luna, her name was Luna. She was my friend, my best friend. She deserved better, much better than how she was treated by her "family". She was beaten, raped, and emotionally scarred most of her life. She had not one direct living family member, or so she thought, so she lived with some extended cousin or whatever. She absolutely hated her life, and so we banded together.

The two abused children, who looked after one another, and kept the other sane and alive. Sometimes, just barely. They would save their food that they were given, or stole, and split it in half, unless they had a dire hunger. They stretched their water supplies until they could no longer. They were practically family. But, oddly, they did not regard one another as brother nor sister. It was friendship, so strong, that nothing would ever, could ever, break it. Not even magic.

But sadly, they were proven wrong, her father, could indeed, stop it.

The best day of her life (if she could choose - she only had a handful of good days.) was July 28, 1997, when she got a very important letter.

Her letter had come shortly after the clock had struck midnight, when she was still awake after a harsh beating by her father. She had become accustomed to the beatings, but she still feared people, and wondered if this was how she was to live. Back to the topic, the letter arrived at exactly 12:01 am.

As a matter of fact, Luna had been in the kitchen. She had been trying to find some food for her self. She hadn't eaten in days, and her stomach growled in raw hunger at her. She was opening a cupboard silently when a quiet 'click, click' came from the window. She rushed over to the window and quickly and quietly opened it.

When she opened the window a beautiful bird, 'A barn owl!' her mind stated, flew in dropping the letter on the counter before quickly exiting the window. She hurriedly shut the window, and rushed into her room. She remembered to lock the doors before entering her room.

(Thankfully, she had taught herself how to pick the locks. She usually picked her locks on Thursdays nights, around midnight, and she would allow herself some exercise, and small bits of food.)

She ripped the letter open, neatly, quickly, and silently. Her eyes darted over the page, and she smiled. She had actually been expecting this to happen.

Luna's mother, (a lovely woman, with a fiery temper) Rachel, who was a half-blood, though she forgets who her family was. Her father was a man who went by the name, Severus Snape. He was a good man, playing a bad role. His relationship with her mother had been a one night stand, they had both been enormously drunk. Her mother did not tell him that she was pregnant with his child.

So the child, Luna grew up with an extended cousin, 2nd removed, or some crazy shit like that. He was a bitter man, he had lost everything he had once loved to magic, and held a strong hate for it. Sadly, that included Luna.

Though Luna knew basically nothing about her parents, she only knew about her mother. Her father was a topic that was well… off-limits.

Luna did take after both of them equally, she had her mothers nose (short, but had a gift of what she liked to call "super smelling"), her fathers black hair (raven black, it was soft and silky, but in a way just like feathers.), both of her parents pale white skin, almost too unhealthy shade of white, she was pretty short (much to her annoyance), but she long clever fingers. Her eyes were two colors, obsidian and baby blue. Her left was obsidian, her right was baby blue. She had the knowledge of how to play piano, and enjoyed singing. She was a neat freak, and enjoyed the chores she was assigned by her guardian. She was thorough and quick. That was one of the only things that pleased her guardian, along with the fact that Luna was no complainer/whiner.

Her guardian, Leroy Lenon, was a deplorable, monster. So when she had done everything requested, more like commanded, she would be kicked out of the house until 10pm. She would spend her time on the playground that was 4 blocks from Number 10 of Privet Drive in Surrey, England.

That was something, at least one thing, that Luna loved most. Being outside, even if she enjoyed being out in the dark, covered in the security of the dark. Just like her best friend, her only friend. Harry.

Harry was no ordinary boy, he knew that. It was ingrained in his memory every time he was beaten, and defiled. He was a wizard, a freak. He wasn't even a normal wizard. Any ways, before he knew he was a wizard he was all alone, living basically like Luna. He was treated poorly, did all the chores and hard work in the house, under nourished, and in pain.

Some would say he was broken long before the letter from Hogwarts, but Luna knew better than that. They only had each other. The only people they could trust, so they learned everything about the other. They soon learned they had much in common.

They always met on that playground 4 blocks away from their misery and problems. There, they could forget.

They always met up at the swings, they both loved them. They would see who could swing the highest. They would try to see who could jump the highest off the swings. They would be happy, if only for a few hours.

Harry and Luna soon decided to give each alias', so nobody would recognize whom they were talking about when questioned about whereabouts and whom they hung out with. As if they'd answer truthfully…

So Harry became Shade, and Luna became Raven. Two new lives, born on a hot day in June. Two new starts.

Sadly, that was the last day they ever saw each other ever again. For a month later, on Harry's birthday, the Dursleys would be running from the home, avoiding owls. Raven, had already gotten over the fact she was a witch and was excited to tell Shade. And Raven, would be waiting, at their park. For someone who would never come back..