Luna is enjoying her night, until Death Eaters spoil it.

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Almost Not Human

She was just outside the campgrounds. Some lovely trees swayed all around her, and the grass tried to tickle her. It wasn't very good at tickling, but Luna giggled for it's sake. It was never good to hurt the grass. The grass was innocent in all things, except staining your robes, but what did you expect when you were killing the grass? But Luna was always careful, and had never gotten any grass stains.

Luna gazed up at the starry moonless sky, watching as creatures of all kinds danced in the air, almost invisible if you didn't know where to look. It was a time of celebration. The creatures fed off the excitement coming from the campgrounds; Ireland had won. No surprise since Leprechauns brought good luck and Veelas only brought Nevgers which distracted the mind. Although, if Bulgaria's Veelas had given Ireland the Nevgers, she supposed they would have won. But they didn't. Maybe their team had too many Nevgers clouding their minds. Luna smiled softly to herself at that; she may not be the biggest Quidditch fan, but Leprechauns were preferable to Veelas.

A breeze guided by a Clak Fairy brushed over her cheek. She turned toward it, but being shy, it hid itself from her sight immediately. The breeze left her cheek as well, and she sighed unhappily. She didn't see why most the creatures were afraid of her, she was much better than most humans. Perhaps it was her scent that was scaring them away rather than what she was. She should take a bath with some of the potion her father had made. It would rid her of all human scent for a good four hours. Luna turned back to the sky. There was some sort of tension in the air, a feeling of a 'maybe.' Perhaps she was closer to meeting them than she had thought. If she took the bath now... she could be back in under an hour.

Luna nodded her head to herself and stood gently. She whispered her thanks to the grass, and promises that she would return to all the creatures hiding around her. She hummed softly to herself, keeping away the bugs that bit with a song her father had shared with her. As she reached the end of the treeline she could hear the trees begging her to stay. She smiled indulgently at them and promised she would return soon.

Then she passed the treeline and saw the camp. It was on fire, and screams were ripping through the air. Luna froze at the sight. Unconsciously she backed up to the trunk of a large tree behind her. It's reassuring weight pressed against her. Luna took out her wand, still not sure what was going on, but kept it at her side to be safe.

She saw the hooded figures before she saw her father, and Luna quickly darted around the tree to peak out from behind its sturdy trunk. They were hurting people. She felt the trees around her recoil against the darker human nature. Luna knew that the Clak Fairy would have fled, as the other creature would have. But the poor trees were rooted where they were, unable to move without a magical push. Luna didn't have the ability to help them. Her father appeared moment's later, and seeing Luna's distressed face, immediately cast a spell to protect her trees. But then he took her hand and pulled her deeper into the forest.

They came to the clearing Luna had been not long ago, but now there was no celebration, just a despair filled silence. Luna looked at her father, with tears running down her face. "Why would humans do that?"

Her father's face softened, and he pulled her into his embrace. "Only the truly wicked of humans can ever do such a thing. I could try to describe for you how, but you are too pure of that evil to understand." He began to rock her. "I had thought the evil gone..." Her father fell silent. Luna heard the "but" in his silence, and glanced up at the sky looking for solace. Instead she found a horrible design marring the perfect sky. A skull and snake.