Alright everyone, I'm back. Sorry it took so long to get this updated, I was in the process of moving and between that, work, and college I've been a tad busy. I should have this updated on a fairly regular basis from now on. Without further ado, let's get this thing going!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I only wish I could have that kind of influence on the world

Chapter 2:

In the small, sleepy town of Ottery St. Catchpole, the sun was rising brightly. The sound of roosters and other farm animals rising to greet the day could be heard throughout the valley. In the distance, the faint sound of a mother yelling at her hoards of children to rise and begin their chores could be heard echoing all the way to a tall, lopsided building sitting on a hill. The warm beams of the sun shone through the tallest window of the building, wrapping the alabaster skin of the young girl sleeping in her bed in a warm embrace. The girl shifted in her sleep, smiling softly at the gentle feel of the sun against her skin. Her sleep undisturbed, she hugged her stuffed rabbit tightly, still happily in dreamland.

The door of the room creaked open, causing the small girl to slowly open her eyes. She rubbed her eyes, and slowly stretched her arms over her head as she yawned. This was far too early in the morning to be awake. Surely someone must of bewitched her windows to make them shine like this. The tall woman in the doorway softly laughed, and smiled as she approached the girl's bed. The woman lightly placed her hand on the young girl's arm.

"Luna, dear. It's time you woke up. The sun will give up shining if it doesn't have to compete with that lovely smile of those" said the light, airy voice of Artemis Lovegood. "And you did promise to help me look for Nargles this morning, and you know they like the morning the best"

Luna giggled, and reached up to hug her mother. Her mother believed in such silly things. She was always asking her dad to put his articles in his newspaper, but he always told her mother that her work with magical creatures was too important for his rag. Better to just keep to her spell work for that. Luna and her father loved listening to her mother's fantastic tales about creatures so bizarre that even those in the Wizarding world scoffed at them. However, Luna loved listening to the stories her mother told, even if she didn't quite believe in them. They were just stories and legends after all.

"Alright mum, I'll be down in a minute or two. I'll get dressed, then let's start searching in the garden" the nine year old said mid yawn. Her mother kissed her on the forehead, got up, and left the room.

As far as Luna Lovegood was concerned, she had the most perfect life anyone could have. Her mother and father were always around, and always willing to take a break from what they were doing to talk or play with her. She had a few friends in the town, and she'd even made friends with another witch from not too far away. Her friend's mother was a bit mad, but Luna and her family decided that it was simply due to their red hair slowly driving them insane. It also accounted for why her friend seemed shy and quiet, the hair hadn't had enough time to work it's evil magic upon her mind.

Luna quickly got dressed and wandered her way down the stairs to the kitchen. Her father was already sitting at the table, one hand busily writing notes on a rough draft for his paper, the other holding a hot cup of tea. Xenophilius was immensely dedicated to his work, often forgetting to sleep for days on end to make sure that The Quibbler had all its articles in order. The grammar needed to be double and triple checked before re-writing it with a self-correcting quill just to be sure. All the sources needed to be verified and their credentials checked out time and time again. He often joked to his friends that he had two children, Luna and the Quibbler, and he wasn't sure which one he spent more time with. Of course hearing his daughter enter the room, he set down his quill and turned to her.

"Well good morning, beautiful. What are you doing up so early?" He asked, beaming down at his daughter.

"Mum wanted me to help her look for Nargles this morning. Do you think we'll ever find them, daddy?" the small girl chirped.

Her father laughed, and shook his head "No my dear, I have a feeling that will be one mystery even your mother won't be able to solve"

Luna just smiled, and went out to the garden to help her mother look for those fantastic creatures. Luna absolutely admired her mother. She was a leading spell weaver, skilled enough she was able to find work even outside the Ministry. Letters were always coming, inviting her mother to work at some mysterious department within the Ministry, but her mother always declined. When Luna asked way, her mother always told her it was so she could spend her time at home with her. On top of being absolutely brilliant, her mother was stunningly beautiful, kind, funny, and everything the young girl could want.

The day passed by without much incident. After Luna helped her mother search the garden for Nargles, she noticed some weeds and decided to pick them so the flowers could grow even more. Between the two, Luna had enough outside adventures for the day, and decided to head back in to read some books. She curled up in a chair in the den, and remained there for the remainder of the day, reading fantastic works of fiction from the muggle world, chuckling at all the odd things they thought about what Wizarding society was like. She often wondered what would happen if muggles as a whole found out about them, but her father assured her it was for the good of both peoples. He told her that to them, they were Nargles.

When the sun finally sank into the horizon, Luna put away her books and began to wander back up the stairs. She hadn't seen her mother since the morning, and wanted to go say hello. Normally her mother would of popped down at least five times during the course of the day to check on her, and see how she was doing. The second she set her foot on a stair, Luna heard a loud bang, and a thud shortly followed. Luna's eyes shot wide open, and she ran up the stairs as fast as she could.

The door to her mother's work room had been blown clear off its hinges, and was laying in pieces against the wall of the stairway. Panicked, Luna dashed into the room and looked on in horror. Bookcases lay on their sides, the books inside of them either in flames, or ripped to shreds. The windows had all been blown out, small pieces of glass still desperately clinging to the frame, their jagged points glaring menacingly at her. The floor was charred black, and had gashes running through the wood. In the middle of the room, the engraved circle full of indecipherable runes had been torn apart, and in the middle of it all lay her mother, motionless. Luna ran over to her mother's body, and clung to her tightly.

"Please wake up mommy, please wake up!" Luna cried, sobbing into her mother's chest.

Her mother weakly raised her hand, and ran it through Luna's hair. "Sshhh. Don't cry my sweet. I'm going to be alright" said her mother, her normally airy voice now sounding disembodied. "Just remember Luna, I will always love you" with that, her mother's voice faded off, and her hand dropped to the floor.

Luna stayed in the room for hours, deeply crying into her mother's body. Her father had dashed in seconds after her mother had last spoken, and he hadn't said a word. Upon seeing his wife's corpse, he dropped to his knees and starred on in unbelieving shock. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Luna's father held her in his arms, picked up his daughter, and slowly carried her up to her room, joining her in sobbing. He set Luna in her bed, and lumbered back to the room, to tend to his now deceased wife. Luna clutched her stuffed rabbit with all her might, and slowly cried herself to sleep.

Luna soon found herself laying in a patch of grass, a clear starlit sky shining above her in the sky. Her head darted back and forth, wondering where she was, her eyes still puffy and red from crying. A warm breeze wrapped around her, seemingly hugging her tightly. Luna gripped her rabbit even tighter, till it started to squirm. The movement shocked her, and she quickly released her hold on what had moment before been a stuffed rabbit that was now very much real. Luna quickly realized it was only a dream, all the while hoping the day's events had been just a horrible nightmare.

"You have been greatly wronged, child. My sisters and I weep for your loss"

Luna whipped around and saw a tall woman with long, black hair standing a few feet from her, holding her arms open offering an embrace. Not caring at this point, Luna rushed into the woman's arms, and clung to her tightly.

"Why did my mommy have to die?" Luna asked the strange woman between sobs

"There are great evils afoot in the world, child. They are hurting many people" the woman replied, holding Luna close. Luna kept on crying in the woman's arms, while she rubbed her back gently, assuring her that things would be alright. After a while, Luna pulled back for a moment and looked at the woman.

"Who are you, anyway?" Luna asked her.

"I'm a friend of your mother's, one she hasn't seen in a long time. We were once very close, and though you do not know me yet, I consider you one of my own children." said the woman

Luna began to cry again "If only you were real. Why are you just a dream?"

The woman smiled, and leaned down to look Luna in the eye "Dreams can be just as real as anything, and are sometimes more real than the physical world. Know this, Luna, you will be seeing more of me. There is another I need to introduce you two, but in time you will both get what your hearts desire"

With that, the woman dissolved into a flock of ravens, and flew off into the light of the full moon. Luna collapsed to the ground, and the rabbit came to sit in her lap. Luna held the creature, and sat in a world of misery and confusion. Who was the strange woman who claimed to be a friend of her mother? More importantly, why did this have to happen? They had a perfect life, and they tried hard to never anger anyone. Why would anyone want to harm them? She laid down in the grass and closed her eyes once more, the dream fading. Whatever the answers were, Luna swore she'd find them.

Well, what did you think? This chapter was a bit hard for me to do as I've never experienced that kind of loss. I was also having a bit of a hard time tapping into that childlike perfect state of happiness I was trying to go for in the beginning of the chapter. Either way, let me know what you think, good or bad. Thanks for reading!