AUTOR'S NOTES:

Hello, my name is Brenda, your regular writer as intermittent as a shooting star bringing this story to all readers who love Luna and think she deserves idea of the novels is simple: Luna's inclusion in the story of Harry and his friends if she was met since they were in their second year, sometimes morphing the story we all know and love and other times merely mentioning what her paper was in the BG while the story runs it's natural curse. While, YES, this is a Lunarry intended fanfic, the reason the PROTAGONIST of the title is her means the story will try to focus more in her inclusion than romance (which is sure to come, but later on). English is not my first language so bear with me as I bring in the…

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine, it belong to J.K. Rowling, if it belonged to me I would have made sure to make his love life more steady and less messy than it is.

EPILOGUE.

The night was warm and silent as many nights on Hogwarts usually were, for Harry potter this was both a reminiscent of peace and calm, which was taken in a good light by someone who even in the magic world wasn't ordinary. He was the boy who lived, whom by fate had lost his parents and by even greater fate had confronted Voldemort on his first year. When harry thought about the events of it all, it seemed surreal he was alive, even more so he was attending second year after having spent the best vacations of his life at the Weasley's, in a humble home they would call 'The Burrow.'

The beginning of their second year was off to a great start despite a little bump here and there including a blue cadillac and detention as consequence of their celebrated arrival, as of late it seemed good things could never last, the pre-teen couldn't help but muse this as he sulked thinking of how quickly things had spiraled out of control, with Lockhart's and Collin's incessant calls of attention to his person, especially coming from the later. He had done his best to avoid it and now here he lies, resting back on his room after a very frustrating detention with Lockhart that consisted on checking his fan mail and being creeped out by the whispers or someone wanting to kill, eat and rip with his best friend not getting a word of what he was saying.

By next morning as he sat in the great hall getting his breakfast in the morning with Ron (Hermione had to attend some things in the common room and promised to meet them later) he tried to explain him yet again, how the voice sounded and why he doubted it was his imagination even though no one (not even Lockhart) seemed to hear the owner of such frigid words. As they exited towards their first class he had the odd feeling he was being stared at while he kept saying Ron about the event in detail without turning back, he would very much be glad to avoid Collin's questions if possible and instead of turning he decided to walk faster after a little complain of his red-head friend who seemed so keen on keeping his slow pace and delay history of Magic class the most he could.

The day was passed in between classes and them hushing Hermione the whole story while she pointedly mentioned how hearing voices no one else can wasn't good even on the wizardly world and making a churning feeling eat the pits of Harry's stomach in worry the thing he's heard was off there seeking someone to hunt,however they didn't come to any conclusion despite Harry's worries due the lack of information they had. The only thing that ticked Harry more than the voice was the feeling of being observed while he talked with his friends on his little travels from one class to another, he didn't share this info, not wanting to seem even crazier than he already felt and tried to keep himself calm.

By night when his detention was up once more, he was left with Ron's task and cleaned everything Filch asked him to in silence, trying to catch the sound of the voice again, thought thankfully not hearing it, the silence reigned in Hogwarts halls and he let out a sigh leave his lips finally. Maybe Ron was right… maybe it was JUST my imagination...

"Hello." A sudden voice sounds much too close to Harry and makes him freeze in place, eyes staring to his side in muted shock. It's the middle of the night, the least he expected was to be approached by someone, much less by an student with such an unique look that posed a question that left him completely dumbfounded. "Have you been attacked by the Lallytonglers, Harry Potter?"

"W-What?" He barely fumbles stupidly, wondering if he had gone crazy after all, although part of him told him she was real… he didn't have the amount of imagination to make up a girl like that.

She looked young, probably a first year with long dirty blond hair that was grown to her shoulders, she had her wand stuck behind her left ear and a pair of pink and blue spectacles over her head as either a very bizarre accessory or decoration, in her ears… pink and brilliant strawberries that changed in to apples every now and then, and in her neck a buttercaps necklace she seemed to have made herself, her robes told him she was a Ravenclaw but her attitude surely was far from the stereotype he was used to. Unmoving, and undeterred by his question she repeated herself in a patient way, the only thing that showed any excitement was the fascination in her big silvery eyes.

"If you been attacked by the Lallytonglers." She stated, and before he got a moment to mimic his best friends usual expression and ask what the bloody hell was that, she explained herself. "They are some little glowing creatures that get close to disturbed people and make them understand and hear the sound of different magical creatures that are nearby, although only to the people they've chosen, quite unique if I may ask."

"I- what… " He felt too close to his cousin's wording repertory for comfort, so he tried to clear his head and get things in order, he had been so surprised by her sudden presence he didn't even get irked by being called disturbed.

"I don't think… I heard of… wait." He suddenly seemed to reflect something and his sight seems suspicious. "How would you know I am hearing voices no one else can? I've told that information only to my friends…." The colors seemed to come to her cheeks momentarily, but only for a brief second before she answered as if she hadn't committed something concerning.

"I've been following you and your friends; Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, I'm Luna Lovegood, by the way." She offered her hand, which harry didn't take, too outraged and awkward about the revelation of his suspicious being truth, she didn't seem too upset about how he declined the hand holding, simply taking her hand back where it was before and keep that growingly unnerving stare on him. "Anyhow, if possible I would like to keep on following you Harry Potter, in order to learn more about the Lallytonglers."

"What?! No! You can't follow me around!" He hissed suddenly remembering he was supposed to be silent and in detention, a hard stare given to this newcomer girl, as if Collin wasn't enough to handle anymore. "Neither my friends." He added. Why would she even do that?

"You don't understand Harry Potter., I would be following merely for documentary purposes." She added getting closer as he furthered away from her to clean other sections (and to get away) and whispering to meet his voice level. "You see, my daddy is working with a very important Magus which happens to be making a research of Lallytonglers and I am looking at any way to aid him, after hearing what you told to your friends, I am most certain you have been charmed by one." She stated rather proudly, making Harry's nerves raise up even more and wishing he could tell her to just go off to her dorm and leave him alone.

"Look… Luna, you can't just go follow people around and expect them to be ok with it! And I don't care about your father's research! I've got enough in my plate to-" He interrupted himself when he heard it once more, much closer than the last time and as clear.

RIP… KILL, I WANT TO KILL….EAT YOU WILL….

Despite his earlier bravado his face contorted in tension and a bit of fear as if he looked at the Lunatic girl in front of him, she didn't seem as concerned although she was attentive, as much as him or perhaps even more, while the voice was clear for him she seemed to discern what the noise was… So she DOES hear something!

"A snake…"

"W-What?"

"It sounds like a hiss…goes 'ssss' " She whispered back, seemingly making mental notes and exasperating Harry to no end, as he backed off she mimicked him.

OUT COME NOW… EAT YOU… I WILL

"No it doesn't!" He hissed and tried to make himself as quiet as possible. Just what he needed, a crazy night hearing voices with an equally crazy girl. Thankfully the seethe seemed to go away and eventually it stopped leaving them in careful silence, Harry was about to reinforce her to leave for good when thankfully (god bless the Irony!) Filch came out and gave Luna a vicious look, half pleased to have a student in troubles and half exasperated for some reason.

"Ah, Lovegood… out of your dorm at this hour, the head of Ravenclaw will know of this!" He approached to her, ready to escort her to troubles just like he loved to scort, a part of Harry was relieved and perhaps a bit pleased she was gone despite meaning she would surely get detention over this. "And you Potter! There's no doubt you called her in to keep you company in detention! After all, what are the odds? I'm sure the head of your house will be pleased to add another 2 days to your detention too!"

And with that he stormed off with Luna being dragged by her arm by Filch and Mrs. Norris staring piercingly at him in a silent threat that any attempt to escape detention would end in a worse punishment, Harry would have complained about the unfairness of it all had Filch been someone reasonable and if this wasn't his own karma over being pleased the girl got in troubles some seconds ago, talking about ironies of life, to all this he could only mutter one single thing.

Bloody hell….