Siriusly Black
PROLOGUE
I'd never had much luck. Ever since I was young I had been blessed with unluckiness, when I used to tower over the other little girls by five inches. Or when my parents thought it would be okay to name their only child, Luna Loganberry. Or when upon finding out said child was a witch, said parents treated me like I had contracted the bubonic plague. Or possibly my unluckiness showed when I got landed in Gryffindor with a bipolar red head, a girl who eats her feelings, and four raging lunatics. Or maybe my knack for being unlucky made an appearance when I nearly punched Professor McGonagall in the face, whilst aiming for Sirius Black in fourth year, and ended up in detention for a month and a half.
Anyway, I seem to have proved my 'I-am-very-unlucky' point. It wasn't that hard, to be frank.
Over time, my unluckiness never deterred me. I found that it didn't matter that I was that clumsy kid in Potions, who never had a clue what she was doing and everyone called 'Looney Loganberry'. And it didn't matter that I was 5'11 with gangly limbs and painfully awkward mannerisms. And it didn't matter that I had no luck, I didn't miss it that much. Who knew what the future might hold?
Little did I know that it would hold tediously over used jokes, fake romances, and eating way too many Chocolate Frogs, tripping downstairs, summer wedding crashing, and bashing my head off of door frames way more than usual. I didn't realise how many more things were just waiting to happen, either.
And it all started with James bloody Potter 'procuring' himself a girlfriend.