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Yet another weird, weird drabble-like-thing from yours truly.
Loneliness
Luna Lovegood had spent many a year alone. She knew, better than anyone else, how it felt to be the extraordinary one in a group of many ordinary people.
Only, Luna was not extraordinary because of her magic. Indeed, Luna had grown up around magic; her very home was imbued with it. Rather, Luna stood out because she was unique among magic-users.
Never before, had the inhabitants of Ottery St. Catchpole seen the like of the solemn, grave-eyed girl. Silver eyes and pale blonde hair gave her a ghostly appearance, and a habit of wearing whatever she felt like caused the girl to be the village oddity.
Even the Weasleys, who lived in their "Leaning Tower of Pisa" house, (the Burrow,) thought Luna strange. True, she had watched her mother die. True, her father was an odd sort. But Luna took oddness to a new level, always staring at nothing and talking to the air.
Luna was thrilled when she received her letter from Hogwarts. To the ordinary outsider, it was merely the excitement of a child finally going to the school that she had heard of for all of her life. But, in fact, it was not.
In Luna's eyes, the letter was a ray of hope, a spark of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, she would find someone like her. Someone who knew things that had happened long ago, someone who had memories from a life not their own. Perhaps, at Hogwarts…
Never had her hopes fallen so far, though, as when she was finally sorted into Ravenclaw. She sat among her yearmates, and waved to Ginny Weasley as the redhead went into Gryffindor, and she hoped – but the days and weeks went by to show that even Ravenclaws treated different people badly.
Even so, Luna continued to hope. Her friends would come, they would. She couldn't doubt, she couldn't, because if she did… If she did, then what did she have to live for?
Still, no matter how long she waited, they never seemed to come. Until the end of her first year, she saw a glint in Ginny Weasley's eyes that she recognized, and her hope blossomed once more. "Please," she whispered, "Please," and it was so. One of her friends was back.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter… time passed. Luna clung to the hopes, the prayers that she had balanced her entire life on. Without them, she could go on, she had to believe that her other friends would return. And then, at the end of her fourth year, she went with her new friends, to save a life –
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Luna Lovegood had spent many years alone. But one possession, one spell, and one death – they brought back her friends. Luna, Ginny, Neville, Harry. Rowena, Helga, Godric, Salazar. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin.
Luna Lovegood was not lonely anymore.
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