AN: I'm being attacked by random plot bunnies that I have no idea what to do with. Seriously, if I can't even get a short one-shot out of it, what is the point of keeping the critter? So I am going to give you folks a chance to adopt the little plot bunnies if one of them appeals to you. All I ask in return is that you let me know so I can read it and link your story to the appropriate bunny.
thanks,
Ajellah
Characters: Luna Lovegood, Albus too-many-names Dumbledore
Idea: Luna goes back in time (Marauders or Tom's time, your choice). She is somehow mistaken to be a Dumbledore. Is she sent back to make the future better? Is she sent back to ensure the past doesn't change? See? I haven't a clue why she is in the past, how she got there, but I love the idea of Luna being a Dumbledore. I mean seriously, they're both so... odd.
"Your abrupt arrival gave us quite the start. Not to worry," Poppy continued, "your injuries are sorted." The room was eerily silent with the exception of the scritching of the quill as it animatedly wrote on the hovering parchment. It had only been thirty minutes ago that there was loud noises: fighting, shouting, explosions. The matron ignored the writing utensil while stowing her wand, "I will need a name for the record."
The young witch canted her head as if not understanding why Madam Pomfrey - who she had known for the past six years - had to ask her such a pedantic question, she should know after all. The lack of recognition caused the blonde to bite her lip momentarily thinking quickly of all the possibilities of what could have caused this lack of memory: wrackspurts, nargles or dabberblimps. The matron asked again, "Your name?"
The girl took a small breath and said, "Luna."
Poppy nodded, utterly unfazed by the dreamy tone, and prompted, "And your surname?"
The infirmary door slid open to show a tall slender man with dancing blue eyes looking over half-moon glasses. Luna gasped, "Dumbledore."
No sooner had the name passed her lips; Luna squealed in excitement and hopped off the hospital bed. The young witch practically flew across the ward and surprised the elderly man by throwing her arms around him to envelope him in a hug. Seeing Albus Dumbledore was a sure sign that she had somehow been thrown into the past. After all, he died last year. Luna whispered softly into his colorful robes, burrowing into his chest feeling safe for the first time in years. "I've missed you."
"I presume you're feeling better?" While his words held humor in them, the headmaster's eyes had widened briefly in surprise at the girl's reaction to his presence. Her trembling form was pulled closer briefly as he patted the young witch on her back. It was a few long moments before Luna pulled back from the embrace without releasing her hold on the elderly man. She raised her blue eyes and met his gaze, willing him to see. Albus blinked in surprise, yet understood immediately. With a silent legilimens, images passed between them quickly. The sights she shared were disturbing and his grip tightened on Luna's shoulders. The old wizard ran patted her cheek in a gentle gesture. "There, there. You're safe now."
When Poppy huffed at the two, Albus gave the matron a small smile and escorted Luna back to the bed. "Come Luna, we mustn't upset Poppy."
The headmaster glanced at the medical notes still hovering beside Poppy - noted the girl's full name listed as 'Luna Dumbledore' - and withheld a chuckle as the blonde hopped back onto the cot. Albus sat on the bed beside Luna, "So tell me, Poppy. Is my great grandniece cleared to leave? We have much to catch up on."