Hey, Guys! I know that this update is early, but I haz nothing else to do. . . . So,
ON WITH THE STORY! ~
DISCLAIMER: The OC's are mine. Everything else belongs to Rick Riordan, J.K.
Rowling, makers of Minecraft and Hetalia(for certain references) and Yogscast (Keep on digging, Honeydew) :)
-I dedicate this story to my Co. authors, Marshmilla and lucky1300
(btw the name of this OC is Luna because I couldnt think of another one. She is not Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter)
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LUNA
THE PROBLEM WITH MAGIC WAS THAT if you said one thing wrong in a life-and-death situation, you could die.
Like now, I was pointing my father's old wand at the dracaena (A/N: Is that how it's spelled?) and the words kept coming out wrong. I guess I shouldn't have
tried that tounge-twisting curse on myself if I didn't know the countercurse. . .
"Petrificis Totil- ! Petrificin- GAH!" I had enough. I ran back to the tent. I needed to do some last-minute studying. Literally.
Luckily the enchantment on the tent kept the dracaena out. Sadly, now the dracaena was madder than ever. That thing had been outside all night and I couldn't
sleep until it went away.
" Stupid monster. . . gonna kill it. . . kill it so hard" I mumbled to myself as I skimmed the books for the spells I needed.
Finnaly I found the countercurse and the spells. I pulled the flap on the tent and walked outside, wand at the ready. I saw the dracaena prowling 20ft away saying,
"Come here, little demigod. . . little witch. I havent seen your kind for ages. You'll make a great meal."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" I yelled. The dracaena hissed as she was lifted up 10ft into the air. "Expelliarmus!"
She was hit like a tennis ball into the alley wall behind her.(A/N: "tennis ball into the alley wall" wow, that rhymed!) The monster exploded like a sack of flour,
and the only thing left exept dust was the death hiss that still resonated in the air.
I walked back into tent and plopped down on my bunk. The tent was not only enchanted so that muggles and monsters could not get in, it was also enchanted to
have 2 floors, 4 rooms, 2 bathrooms, and 1 closet. I know, a little too much for one person, right? But this tent was a complete replica of the house I used to live in
before that horrible mistake. It was all I had left of my old life.
(Flashback)
It was raining when we started the potion. Tomorrow my father had his hearing at the ministry of magic.
"Okay, Luna, can you get me the silver cauldron and the jar of wolfsbane?" He said. "Yes, daddy" I replied.
"We need this Felix Felicis potion ,just right, before the hearing, so can I have the bezoar stone, too, please?"
"Okay"
Without realising it, instead of taking the wolfsbane off the shelf, I took the porcupine quills.
After hours of work, the consistency of the potion was still rippling, even though it had to be smooth.
It was still a pale yellow, not gold. Thats when it all went wrong.
He leaned in to look at the potion. "Thats not right. . . It's supposed to be gold by now. Luna, can you get me the-"
I never found out what he wanted me to get.
The surface started bubbling and his face took on an alarmed expression," Luna!" he said "Get out of the house! NOW!"
That's when I ran. The explosion knocked me to of my feet.
The last thing I remembered after that was staring at the smoldering remains of the house, and calling my dad's name. Of course, he didn't answer.
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