Luna stood boldly in front of the looking glass, her hands had curled into fists, her shoulders had risen and slowly she had lifted her head to face the mirror. She glared at her reflection intently; she hated her straggly dirty blonde hair that she had to dye frequently in order to keep the beaming smile on her pushy father. Her quirky radish earrings and corkscrew necklace were just an unwanted symbol of admitting defeat to her father's pressuring gaze "if only you were your mother..." he would repeat the same sentence continuously, in fact he used the words so much Luna had subconsciously believed him and with ought noticing had been dressing, acting and looking like her mother by the time she was 10 years old.

She thought back to the time she was content, the time when her mother had accepted her for who she was; her father was always trying to force silly thoughts into Luna's head. He would go through long speeches telling her that nargles and wrackspurts existed, but she knew that it was all ludicrous. She had confided to her mother about her parent's way of thinking and her mother had accepted her, of course her father would not give up a fight that he was sure he would win.

When her mother had died, her father would compare her to her mother and he wouldn't talk to her for days until she had said something that sounded remotely like her. In the end she had succumbed to the pressure and pleased her father. Sometimes when he was sure she wasn't listening he would cunningly slide her mother's name at the end of sentences, but Luna was listening and she wrinkled her nose in disdain whenever she heard it. Slowly but surely she started to hate her father, he was the reason the kids at school had started calling her Looney. They would point and laugh whenever she walked past; sometimes they would make jokes about her, once Luna had found one particular joke extremely funny and nearly blew her cover by running to the girl's toilets and laughing maniacally.

But all the fingers weren't pointed at her father for it was partly her fault too, she had become lost in the world of her mother, Athena, pretending to read the Quibbler, keeping a dreamy expression and eavesdropping in on people's conversations had proven to be a good tactic for finding out things she shouldn't know. Also the world seemed much more interesting through her mother's perspective for example if any student stopped her in the hallway or intruded her 'personal space' she would use her flaws to disturb them by stating a rude remark and following it with the entire history and reproduction cycle of a one eyed hepolopolus.

Luckily last year she had been able to gather some friends thanks to Dumbledore's army, during those times she had remembered what it felt like to be her, to be Luna. Sometimes she would slip up and expose some of the real her, she would quickly cover it up by skipping away and leaving her friends feeling cut short. Like when she had comforted Harry over the death of his godfather at the end of the year.

***flashback***

Luna was leaning against a wall with her back to it; she let out a really long sigh and continued magically sticking the posters she had made, on the walls of Hogwarts. She stared at the list and groaned inwardly, she would never get these things back, this was just a last desperate and doomed to fail attempt. She heard footsteps coming towards her and she snatched the wand that was tucked behind her ear- ever since the ministry event she was on her toes and paranoid constantly. A figure turned a corner and she saw the emerald eyes of the famous Harry Potter his shoulders sagged and he looked as though he was dragging his feet, he blushed scarlet when he saw her and smiled politely. When he saw her what was in her hands he came to an abrupt stop.

"urm, Luna what are you doing, why aren't you in the great hall?" he asked his eyes looking everywhere but her face.

"Oh, I saw a nargles and decided to follow them and then I remembered my belongings got stolen so I decided to make a li-"

"Wait, what? Someone's stealing your stuff?" he asked curiously and inclined his head forward waiting for a response.

"Yeah, but I don't really mind they always come back...eventually" she wore her best dreamy expression and added the word 'eventually' to keep him from worrying.

"What? That's horrible Luna you should do something about it" for a second there he looked angry and his hands had turned into fists, but he dropped his hands to his sides and recomposed himself and then he smiled white perfect teeth showing "do you need any help?" he said blushing for the second time and looking down to stare at his feet.

"Thanks for the offer but no, its fine. Anyways you have enough on your plate after your godfather... um yeah" Luna looked down at her feet too trying to hide her embarrassment. Thank god my hair's long enough to cover my face.

Harry looked hurt and his green eyes had a glassy look, Luna rushed over to him and put her arm on his shoulder gently, forgetting to put a dreamy look on her face.

"I'm so sorry Harry I really didn't mean it!" she pleaded but tears were already falling from his eyes. "Oh god, please harry slap me if you want, do whatever you want to me just please stop crying."

He looked up and chuckled forgetting to wipe his tears, Luna watched as they fell from his eyes to his pink lips "you must think I'm pathetic..." he looked down ashamed.

"It's okay to cry, I'm sure your godfather would never have wanted you to forget him so cry all you want and remember the good things he did. That's what I did when my mother died...." Luna removed her arm from him quickly and muttered something under her breath, but it was too late the damage was already done.

"Your mum died? Is that how you could see the threshals?" he stood up straight and his watery eyes stared directly at hers she looked around her rapidly nearly snapping her neck in the process.

"Urmmm, OH LOOK A ONE EYED HOPOLOPOLUS!" she pointed at something random in front of her. "I'm sorry harry it's been great chatting to you but...nature calls" Luna broke away from his stare embarrassed and started skipping down the corridor leaving a confused Harry staring at her retreating form , he waved absentmindedly at nothing in particular and made his way to the great hall. Luna would never know this, but that day a weight had been lifted in Harry Potter. Nature calls? Urgh I need to come up with better excuses to leave...

*******end of flashback*********

Heavy footsteps woke her from her thoughts and her silver eyes blinked rapidly trying to recover her glazed look, she hastily rummaged for her bed and found the newest issue of the Quibbler. She turned the magazine upside down, sat on her mattress and stared at the doorframe waiting for her father to reach her bedroom. When he did, she adverted her eyes away from him and pretended to read the bizarre magazine in front of her. Oh wow, the wizarding world is under the threat of a wild snake look-alike maniac and the Quibbler is warning children about the dangers of a crumpled horned snorkack.

She was interrupted by a deep cough coming from in front of her, she looked at the direction and saw the withered and pale body of her father, his chalky beard matched his wrinkled face and his protuberant silver eyes, that she had inherited, were observing her intently. She shifted under his gaze, had she forgotten to do something? She looked down at her feminine hands and then at the reflection of her agitated face in the mirror that was surrounded with her blue wallpaper and various drawings her father had drawn of imaginary creatures.

Oh crapppp, I forgot the goggles! She thought slapping herself mentally. She quickly recomposed herself and lunged at the unusual spectress glasses that were lying innocently on her bed. She placed them crookedly on the bridge of her nose not bothering to fix them. Her dad smiled proudly and removed his hands from his pockets; he raised them to the air forming thumbs up and left the room trailing with him the words "she's nearly there......my Athena..." Luna wrinkled her nose and frowned. I swear that from this day on, Loony's no more!


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