Hello all, to those who know of my writing know that I tend to write about the world Tolkien created, well now I thought that I would try my luck at the world of JK Rowling. The Premise and plot-line of this story spans generations, but is centralized in three major eras. The first (introduced in this chapter but written more about in the middle of the story) is the present day of Harry Potter most notably during the OoP, HBP, and DH. The second (written extensively in the beginning of this story as a very long flashback and series of stories told by characters) takes place at the time when Moony, Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail ruled the halls of Hogwarts. These flashbacks are my own musings as to the tiny gaps in history, such as what happened to Lupin when he lost all his friends and the Order disbanded and such stuff. Forgive me if my writing of accents isnt up to snuff but I shall try. And please feel free to comment and leave critiques when you are moved to do so. This is my first foray into the world of Potter, so please any help is appreciated.

The rain fell heavily on the little country home in Devon near Ottery St. Catchpole, yet it did not faze that lone occupant, nor did anything from this world ever seem to. The young girl sat before the small hearth, legs crossed and a cat nestled in her lap, providing some soft noise to deaden the silence; she sang, an unknown tune with unknown words as she twirled her dirty blonde hair with the new wand her father had bought her the day before. He was late again and dinner cold, but that happened often in the Lovegood house, dinner had always been promptly prepared at 7:00, the young girl made sure of that. In her free hand she twirled around a chocolate frog card letting the image of Morgan le Fey shimmer in the firelight. She would be attending Hogwarts in a few months, the place where her mother and father learned all their skills…she gleamed with joy at the prospect.

The cat meowed for hunger and the kettle whistled in the distance, the young girl got up from her seat and moved into the kitchen where a small stove gave off a warm red glow. The girl's eyes fell on a picture that sat framed just beside a wooden door opposite the stove, the picture wasn't a painting but a photograph of a woman sitting on a small stool holding a glimmering white child in her arms. She was dark and beautiful, her raven coloured hair cascaded down her long neck and was drapped above the child who played with it as though it were a toy. The woman blushed at some unknown compliment and looked down at her child and smiled, almost laughing, she mouthed a name then returned her gaze to the photographer. She wore a blue gown, trimmed in silver and bronze and on her neck she wore an ancient looking necklace that bore a small green jewel in its center, it hung like a wreath of roses that shimmered pearl in the moonlight. The young Luna waved at the portrait of her mother and took the kettle of the stove, she was walking back to her spot by the fireplace when there came a knock at the door.

"Finally!"

Luna said as she ran to the door, eager to greet the master of the house, yet as the girl reached the door the feline hissed and growled as though a dog lay behind the wooden frame. Luna pondered what this meant as Melena never hissed at anyone least of whom her own father, she placed her hand on the doorknob and felt a sudden warmth behind it, which wasn't normal on a cold rainy night like this. Before she even had thought of it, a voice came from behind the door, soft, deep and warm though it seemed detatched from anything that resembled a human,

"Luna, do not open the door!"

,it said in a firm and assertive tone. Obviously it wasn't her father, it lacked any accent or marker denoting it to the British Isles, though there was an accent there, noble, strong and yet mysteriously like a voice the young girl had heard before. As she was about to ask who it was the voice entered the room again,

"Your name is Luna correct, Luna Lovegood?"

"Y…yes it is."

"My name…isn't important Luna. But what is important is that you know the truth…about your mother, and her family."

"Who?"

"Your father said your mother was an only child and an orphan at that. Did he tell you that?"

"Yeh…"

Luna's mind swam with curiosity as she tried to pull the door open and see who had come in the rain and cold to talk about her mother, but the person on the other end held the door closed,

"I told you not to open the door Luna!"

She stood there silently and then summoning the courage up she said loudly,

"Who are you? My dad will be here any minute so you better get to explaining yourself!"

At first there was silence, then after a roll of thunder resounded in the air the voice spoke again, this time it sounded younger than it had been before, though it still was deeply melodic,

"Luna you may not know this but your mother was someone I knew very well, someone who connects us…we're family…Luna"

Renching the door open Luna looked out into the darkness of the world with the rain beating down before her. No one was behind it and as she looked out into the lawn a hand grabbed her from the shoulder. There was a loud cracking sound and when she turned around before her loomed the shadow of a tall man wearing circular glasses and whose simple haircut looked more disheveled than it had ever been. He loomed over her and with a furious yelp he yelled,

"What the devil are you doing leaving the door open, Melena ran out!"

She looked up into the simple eyes of her father and smiled wirly as Melena now damp and wet ran into the house and sought shelter beside the fireplace. Something that looked like paper dangled from her collar and on it was fading letters of runny ink. Scooping down toward the frightened cat the man with round rim glasses and a balding scalp took the paper from the collar and opened its folded contents. Upon the letter sized paper were written black raven letters seeming to run all over the paper. As Mr. Lovegood read what the letters began to spell with a life of their own, he turned a bright shade of pink and then darkened to a pure tomato red as the letter fell from his still hands and onto the floor. As Luna tried to scoop it up the rivers of black ink ran off the letter and formed a perfectly circular pool of black ink neatly on the hardwood floor, before evaporating into thin air.

"What did it say dad?"

She said as Mr. Lovegood steadily recovered himself and sat before the fire; after a long time of staring into the flames he looked over to his daughter's straw colored hair and smiled saying only,

"Nothing dear…an old friend…Shall we start dinner?"

The pair ate dinner in peace, while old Melena dried herself by the fireplace and the blank piece of paper glowed orange in the light given by the burning wood. Later, as the young girl slept in her room surrounded by clippings of vampire sightings, double horned Unicorns and the like, the simple, humble Mr. Lovegood looked at the blank piece of wet paper before throwing it into the fire watching it turn a bright blue and purple and as the flames parted to reveal a face framed in pitch black hair and a noble crooked nose. Mr. Lovegood steeled himself for the conversation that he had been dreading for the past few years. The voice that came out was cool and collected, yet it seemed worn, like it was weary and stretched, the face was young and handsome to a degree though his eyes showed a much older age as though it was a much older man staring back at him rather than the

"Hello Xeno…it's been a while hasn't it?"

"Why did you come here? Why couldn't you have left us well enough alone!"

"I have a right to see her Lovegood! She's family!"

"She's not your family!"

"Why haven't you told her… about…"

"Enough! I want you to leave us alone! I don't want her knowing about you or your mother's quest…not now! Not ever! Now leave us alone you…Dark Wizard!!!"

In a fit of rage Xenophiliua Lovegood thrust his glass of water into the flames and the blue fire disappeared and returned into the glowing red that it once was. Taking the small parcel of floo powder he had just bought the day before he took a pinch into his fingers and threw it into the fireplace. Into the flames he placed his head and called out a name he never thought he would say again…After a few minutes of fruitless search a voice of an old woman entered and the pursed lips and tightly wound bun of one Minerva McGonagall showed through the burgeoning flames. She wore a velvet green robe, roughly put on, and her eyes seemed weary though agitation was woven in them. Obviously she had been awoken from sleep and had not seen who had called out to her through her fireplace. Having seen the face of Lovegood, she wore shock and even greater agitation and briskly began to scold him of the hour of the night, yet seeing his face as white as a ghost and his eyes heavy with worry she stopped and said,

"Mr. Lovegood, whatever is the matter?"

"Professor, I'm sorry to bother you…but He's come to my house…I need to talk to Lupin…Do you know of any way to reach him?"

"Of…of course…hold on for a minute."

She turned away from the fire and walked to a desk that stood in the far corner of the lightly furnished home. Outside the weather was clear for that summer night, and the stars shone brilliantly in the window. A cat purred inceasently in the background amid the sounds of ruffled papers and clinking objects filled the air. Mr. Lovegood on his end looked behind him, making sure his daughter did not hear one word of what was going on. In the distance, mingled with rain, snores came from her room and he eased his mind and turned his attention back to the task at hand. By the time he put his head back into the fire Professor McGonagall had returned and knelt beside her fire with a small book in her hands.

"Now keep in mind…" she said, her voice in whisper though it needn't really be, " this address is far older than it ought to be, but I'm rather certain it will work. Can you leave tonight?"

"Yes, Luna is in safe hands…"

His gaze turned to his wand upon the kitchen table, and Melena looking at him with knowing eyes.

" Very good, look in 4372 Hecate's alley in Salem, flat 72. Be careful, the moon may not be full yet, but it will be in a week."

"I will be home before then. Thank you."

With a gentle nod, Minerva McGonagall turned away from the fire and grabbed her own floo powder, just as the fire in the Lovegood house began to die out. Mr. Lovegood got up from his knees and walked over to the kitchen table. Taking hold of his simple wand he pointed it toward gentle old Melena. He prayed that he remembered the words he thought he would never have to say again.

"Anima casasente!"

From his wand a blue, and dazzling streak of light emerged from his wand and bathed the cat in its starlight. The light faded and the cat looked at first unchanged, or unaffected by the spell. The humble looking Lovegood cursed himself for not remembering the correctly, that is until the eyes of gentle old Melena blazed with a silver light, and the house glowed with it. and then it faded. The spell had worked, and with a gentle sigh Mr. Lovegood went to his room and quickly prepared a small bag of his clothes and toiletries. Luna stirred in her bed and then settled quickly back to sleep. "Please, Luna do not let Melena out of the house again!" he said in his mind, to which a drowsy Luna replied,

"Okay dad."

Waving off the shock and mere coincidence, he set to writing a letter and then as soon as the sun began to rise in the east we was off on a business trip and Luna would read in the letter her dad left her. As he turned the corner of their little street, he looked back at where his home used to stand, in its place lay a net of mist and empty space. The spell had worked indeed…he turned in the direction of London and with a swipe of his cape he popped and vanished in the morning light.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Mr. Lovegood returned to his little home in Devon not but three days later, thankfully happy that the mists still shrouded the spot where his home stood. The full moon began to peak over the clear horizon and as its light mingled with the mist the home appeared, at first it was wavy, as though looking at it through water. Pointing the wand at the image fading before him he cried out,

"Incantantum surrexi!"

The mist lifted and the small light in the kitchen window shone clearly out into the night. Down the street walked an elderly couple, having turned the corner just as Mr. Lovegood walked up the garden path to his home, nodding at them hello he turned into the doorway and disappeared behind it. The old man, turning to his wife said,

"Now, I know my memory's getting fuzzy, but I coulda sworn there wa' no 'ouse there las'nigh' much less a tower, I reckon the neighberood is growin' out of nowhere."

To which his wife replied, "And good thing to, I wa' beginnin' tah feel tha' there be no mah suprises in our ol' age."

Anima casasente!- a spell intended to guard a home by using a familiar (eg a cat) as a sentinal (anima "spirit " +casa "home"+ sente "guard" spirit of the home watch and guard!)

Incantantum surrexi- a spell that lifts an incantation, specifically for the caster of said incantation (incantantum "incantation/spell" + surrexi "rise up!")