Two years later, the Potters received a knock on the door of their new place that ended up being Xenophilius Lovegood and his daughter. Recognizing the two right away from various newspaper photos, Lily widened her eyes in surprise. "How can I help you?" she asked a bit dumbstruck.

"I assume this is the Potter residence," Xenophilius said with a slight hint of question though he barreled on before Lily could confirm the statement. "I thought it would be good for both my daughter and I to meet the last two living people to see my wife alive. The last two living people besides Luna, of course."

"Oh, yes. Do come in. Please," Lily invited stepping back to give the two room. "I'm Lily Potter. My husband, James, is upstairs with my son, Harry."

"Oh, good," Xenophilius said pleasantly. "The children can get acquainted while us adults talk. Luna, why don't you go upstairs and show Harry your new necklace?"

"Ok!" Luna ran off quickly with an excited spring to her step.

"Would you like some tea?" Lily offered as she led the guest to the living room.

"Please. As long as it's not green tea. Nargles like to take refuge amongst green tea leaves. Even though I don't think they'd stay when boiling water is added, I'd rather not risk it."

"Er, right," Lily said deciding not to ask. She'd read the man's magazine once out of curiosity, so she knew to expect a bit of nonsense from him.

"I hear we have a guest," James said as he made his way down the stairs.

"That we do," Lily confirmed. "Xenophilius, this is my husband, James. James, this is Xenophilius Lovegood."

"A pleasure to meet you," James said politely reaching for Xenophilius' hand.

"Did Pandora say anything to either of you before she died?" Xenophilius asked after he finished shaking James' hand. James and Lily exchanged looks thinking back to the strange, muddled memory that got overshadowed by the panic of the time.

"She invented a new spell," Lily said with a slight, sad smile. That was the spell that saved the Potters and endangered Pandora and Luna. "She was able to see past the Fidelius Charm."

Xenophilius looked down sadly, but then smiled in nostalgia. "She was always trying to make up new spells. I'm glad she succeeded in something so impressive before she died."

Lily felt horrible. She had never gotten over her guilt concerning Pandora's death. "Xenophilius, I'm sorry. Voldemort was after us, and Pandora got in the crossfire. I wish-" Lily cut herself off. There was no point in saying she wished she could go back in time and save Pandora. Wishes didn't change anything.

Xenophilius tilted his head up in question. "Was Voldemort after you too? I figured out that Voldemort went after Pandora due to our knowledge of his niffler bunker. Did you two also know of the bunker?"

Lily caught James' eyes and raised her brows in question. He shrugged. "No. We didn't know about the niffler bunker."

"Then why was Voldemort after you? Did he have another plan you knew about?"

"Yes, actually," James said with a mischievous grin that Lily recognized as the one he used when about to play a prank on someone.

"James," she warned.

James continued on anyways. "We heard that Voldemort planned to start an underground gambling ring in the Chamber of Secrets and that he was bribing law enforcement to look the other way with rare chocolate frog cards."

Surreptitiously, Lily elbowed her husband in the side. His grin did not diminish at all. For Xenophilius' part, he nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. I heard Death Eaters were buying a suspiciously large number of chocolate frogs just before Voldemort's downfall. Do you mind if I include this in the next edition of The Quibbler? I'll add in your name to give you credit, of course."

"Please do," implored James, his grin growing even wider. At that moment, Harry ran down the stairs to his mother, Luna trailing behind.

"Mommy, can I get a cork necklace like Luna?" Harry asked looking up at her with wide eyes.

Lily glanced at the strange, ugly necklace on the little girl's neck. "I suppose if you really want it."

Harry nodded emphatically. "It keeps nargles away." Lily sighed as her husband laughed behind his hand. She'd have to explain to Harry that nargles weren't real once their guests left.

From then on, the Lovegoods and the Potters met up on occasion to give their two children time to play together. At the age of four, Luna met another new friend, Ginny Weasley. Luna didn't make any more friends for the next many years of her life, but the two she had were more than enough for her.

When Luna arrived at the Hogwart's station with her father, she noticed that everyone was staring at her. It was something she was used to considering it happened every time she went out in public. She knew why, of course. Her father was the publisher of a very famous magazine, and her photo was in one of the earlier editions. In the photo, a six year old Luna stood next to the skeleton of a versnu bird recently uncovered by one of the writers for The Quibbler. Luna was a bit surprised that people still recognized her from the five year old photo, but she supposed the scar on her forehead was a memorable indicator.

Luna hugged Xenophilius goodbye and boarded the train hoping to find Ginny or at least, Harry. She had no such luck. Instead, Luna ended up sitting in an empty compartment as she waited for more people to arrive. In the meantime, Luna pulled out the newest edition of The Quibbler to pass the time. She couldn't have been reading for more than 20 minutes when the compartment door slid open and a girl about Luna's age stepped in.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" the girl asked as she closed the door not really giving Luna a good look.

"Oh, not at all. I love company," Luna said setting her magazine aside. It would be rude to continue reading in the presence of someone else.

The girl smile gratefully at Luna and then froze as her eyes landed on the oddly shaped scar on Luna's forehead. She sat down across from Luna never taking her eyes off her as she did so. "You're Luna Lovegood," the girl announced.

"I am," Luna agreed and then frowned. Usually, people introduced themselves instead of the other person. Maybe the new trend was to introduce each other. "Though, I'm afraid I can't introduce you. I don't know your name," Luna continued apologetically.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the girl said horrified. "I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Lisa Turpin."

"You're Lisa Turpin," Luna repeated glad that she could complete the introductions now that she knew the other girl's name.

Lisa crinkled her brows. "Er, yes. I just said that."

"Are you a first year as well?" Luna moved on, curious about her new friend.

"No. This is my second year."

"Oh!" Luna exclaimed. "My friend Harry is in your year. Do you know Harry Potter?"

Lisa pursed her lips in thought. "Does he have messy hair and glasses?" Luna nodded. "I've seen him around, but I've never talked to him."

"Pity. If you do ever talk to him, you two can talk about The Quibbler. His family receives a free copy every month since Harry's father contributed to one of the magazines more popular articles."

Lisa twisted her face in confusion. "What is The Quibbler?"

Luna blinked back at her new friend. "It's the magazine my father owns. Isn't that how you knew who I was?"

"Are you having a laugh?" Lisa asked starting to get irritated.

Luna sighed. It was a common occurrence for people to think she was playing a joke on them. She didn't understand why. "No, I'm not."

"You're the Girl-Who-Lived!" Lisa burst out throwing her hands up.

Now that was an interesting moniker. Luna tilted her head. "I am a girl, and I did live. I'm still living actually. Though, I wouldn't say I'm the girl who lived since every girl is a girl who lived by default. Unless I'm the only girl and all the other ones are just in my imagination, I wouldn't call myself the girl who lived."

Lisa's mouth stuck slightly open as she gazed at the strange girl in front of her still not sure if Luna was just pulling a prank on her or not. She decided to clarify in any case. "You vanquished You-Know-Who!"

"Oh, that," Luna said with a shake of the head. She couldn't believe people still believed that a mere baby could defeat Voldemort singlehandedly. "That's just the official story. What actually happened is that a powerful casino tycoon murdered Voldemort to stop the competition coming from Voldemort's aspiring underground gambling ring. He fled the scene before anyone saw him, and everyone jumped to conclusions that I murdered Voldemort because I was still there."

Lisa knew for certain now that Luna was playing a joke on her. The story was too ridiculous for anyone to actually believe. "And the ministry covered this up because the casino tycoon was a higher up in the ministry?" Lisa improvised in an attempt to play along with Luna's little joke. She could enjoy a good sense of humor.

Luna nodded emphatically. "Yes, exactly. Most people don't come to that conclusion so quickly." Luna picked up her Quibbler and handed it to Lisa. "Here. I think you'd be a valuable reader for our magazine."

Dubiously, Lisa reached out and took the magazine. This was all a joke, right? Surely, she'd have heard by now if the Girl-Who-Lived was insane. "It's always nice to have new reading material," Lisa said politely keeping her thoughts to herself.

For the duration of the rest of the trip, Lisa went back and forth between convincing herself that Luna was joking and thinking that Luna's oddities were actually genuine. She wasn't sure what she thought of Luna Lovegood as the two parted ways so Luna could join the rest of the first years. All she knew was that her excitement at meeting the heroine of the wizarding world was greatly diminished from her initial realization of the girl's identity.

Luna found Ginny in time to secure a boat with her and two other girls. "You're Luna Lovegood!" one of the unknown girls exclaimed as she narrowed her gaze in on the question mark scar on Luna's forehead.

Luna frowned uncomfortably. This introducing the other person thing had really taken ahold quickly, and she was at a disadvantage. She hardly ever knew the names of strangers, but they usually knew hers.

"She's not Luna Lovegood," Ginny said before Luna could express her sorrow over not being able to return the introduction. "Her mom decided it was fashionable to have a question mark on her forehead like the Girl-Who-Lived, so she spelled it on."

Luna stared at her friend in question. She never could really comprehend Ginny's humor. "I wasn't talking to you," the other girl said snidely to Ginny before smiling at Luna. "You are her, aren't you? I'm Nashira Mercer."

"Who's Luna Lovegood?" the remaining girl piped up after Nashira finished speaking.

Nashira turned to her incredulously. "Merlin, you must be a muggleborn," Nashira said disdainfully. "You might want to do yourself a favor and crack open a few books before you make a fool of yourself with your ignorance."

Ginny glared at Nashira as the muggleborn looked down with tinged cheeks. "I suppose you'll fit right into Slytherin with that attitude," Ginny snapped at Nashira.

"Actually, I expect to end up in Ravenclaw, but go ahead and tell me how it's a bad suggestion for a muggleborn to gather information about the magical world they're about to enter."

"It's in the way you told her."

Nashira laughed coldly. "I see you're the oversensitive type."

Quickly, Luna took out her wand and swished it in a wide circle over her head. "Banishio!" Luna cried out.

In response, Ginny groaned and put her face in her hands, the unnamed girl looked around frantically, and Nashira asked, "What spell was that?"

"It was a spell to get rid of the quarrel fairies," Luna explained.

"Quarrel fairies?" Nashira repeated.

"Don't ask," Ginny warned in a muffled voice.

Ignoring her friend, Luna smiled at Nashira. "They fly around people and cause negative feelings to try and stir up arguments. They feed off of bickering, but they should be gone now, so you two don't have to fight anymore."

"Right," Nashira said skeptically. She sidled up closer to Ginny to whisper to her privately. "Is she being serious?"

Ginny nodded gravely. "Never assume she's joking."

As the two talked privately, Luna turned to the remaining girl. "What's your name? I'd love to introduce you."

"I'm… er… Amanda Shaw."

The rest of the boat ride passed uneventfully, and Luna absorbed herself back into The Quibbler until the sorting started. When Professor McGonagall called her name, silence descended over the Great Hall only for a moment. Then, a flurry of excited whispers broke out. The cumulative noise from the whispers was enough to almost drown out Ginny's good luck wish as Luna stepped forward.

"Hello there!" the hat greeted as it was placed on Luna's head.

"Hello, hat. Are you having a pleasant day?" Luna thought.

"One of the best in memory though I do confess that my memory is short lasting. No more chitchat, I'm afraid. I've figure out your house and it's RAVENCLAW!"

Luna scampered to the table that was clapping the most vigorously and lit up when she saw Lisa at the table. Luna slid into the empty seat next to her and gave her attention to the remainder of the sorting ceremony. She was very curious to see Ginny's placement though it seemed obvious that Ginny would end up in Gryffindor like the rest of her family.

When Nashira Mercer was sorted soon after Luna, the hat placed her in Ravenclaw as well. She sat across from Luna. Their other boat mate, Amanda Shaw, ended up in Hufflepuff. Ginny Weasley got sorted last into Gryffindor, as expected. Luna watched as her friend sat at the table that included her other friend, Harry. She kind of wished she had been sorted into Gryffindor too, but she knew Ravenclaw fit her much better.

For the first few days of Luna's schooling, she was bombarded with questions and requests for autographs. Luna answered every question but refused to sign any autographs due to the chance that one of the other students could be working with the ministry to steal signatures from the unsuspecting. Every time Luna gave this explanation to someone asking for an autograph, she was met with a blank stare and a slow backing away.

On the school front, Luna enjoyed all of her classes. Only, she was starting to suspect there was something seriously wrong with one of her professors. "I think Professor McGonagall is a cat," Luna announced to Lisa in the common room after classes one day.

Lisa had heard all sorts of strange beliefs and theories from Luna in the short amount of time she knew her, but this new one still caught her off guard. "A cat? You think the Transfiguration teacher is a cat? How could you possibly think that?"

"Her classroom smells like cat sometimes, and I've seen cat fur strewn about the classroom floor. How else would you explain that?"

"Er, maybe she has a cat," Lisa suggested with the most obvious explanation for the matter.

"No. I asked her if she did."

"Maybe Mr. Filch's cat wanders into the Transfiguration class from time to time."

"No. It didn't look like Mrs. Norris' fur. It's definitely Professor McGonagall that's a cat."

Faced with her friend's stubbornness, Lisa gave up and resorted to her usual method of dealing with Luna's peculiar theories. "I did see McGonagall keeping a close eye on a mouse the other day. Maybe she was fighting her cat instincts to chase the mouse."

Luna nodded along completely oblivious to the fact that Lisa was just humoring her. "She probably has to pretend to be human so she can keep working at Hogwarts."

Lisa wasn't the only person that Luna told her theory about McGonagall to. She told Nashira in the common room later that night. Nashira glared up at her balefully over her book. "Luna, I'm studying. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense if I want to pass my first exam."

Next, Luna told Ginny and Harry who were hanging out with Ginny's brother, Ron, at the time. As Ginny and Harry were used to Luna, they just snorted and surreptitiously rolled their eyes at each other. Ron, not having as much exposure to Luna, spluttered. "You think McGonagall's a cat? What does that even mean?"

Luna furrowed her brows. "You don't know what a cat is, Ron?"

Harry roared with laughter as Ginny smirked at Ron. "You'll have to forgive my brother, Luna. He doesn't know anything that doesn't have to do with Quidditch."

Ron scowled at his sister. "Shut up, Ginny." He turned to Luna. "Obviously, I know what a cat is. What I don't know is how you could possibly think McGonagall is one."

Luna felt sorry for people like Ron. They always had to have things explained to them even when the reasoning was clear. "She has cat fur all over the classroom, the class smells like fur, and she doesn't like water. Why do you think she doesn't even allow water bottles in class?"

Ron gaped back at her before looking to his friend and sister for help. "Is she having me on?"

Harry shook his head with a large grin. "Luna makes connections that no one else does," he equivocated so that he avoided insulting Luna.

Luna smiled at the perceived compliment. "Everyone could make the same connections if they just opened their mind a little more."

"You're saying the reason that the whole school doesn't think one of our Professors is a cat is becauses we're too closed minded?" Ron asked incredulously. "Does the fact that she has the ability to speak and perform magic not prove that she's not a cat?"

"Of course not. Just because we think cats can't speak or perform magic doesn't mean they can't, and I think Professor McGonagall proves that at least one cat can."

Still gaping, Ron rubbed at his forehead. "I think I'm coming up with a headache. I'm going back to the common room. You coming, mate?"

Harry shook his head still smiling in amusement. "Nah. Go on without me."

Baffled at his friend's willingness to stay around the definitely crazy girl, Ron stumbled off wondering how the saviour of the wizarding world ended up being someone so bizarre. Maybe she suffered some brain damage from the spell. "It's ickle Ronniekins!" George greeted enthusiastically when Ron entered the common room almost making him wish he hadn't left Luna.

"Bugger off, George."

"Want a toffee?" Fred asked from next to his twin holding out the candy to Ron in offer.

Ron eyed the toffee suspiciously. "Did you do something to it?"

Fred put his hand over his heart in feigned hurt. "Would I give my baby brother a tampered toffee?"

"Yes." Ron reached out and shoved Fred's hand away. "Did you know Luna Lovegood is completely insane?"

Fred shoved the toffee into his mouth. Perhaps he hadn't done anything to the candy. "Well, her father runs The Quibbler. It's no surprise if his crazy theories rubbed off onto his daughter."

"That's a joke magazine, innit? The one that thinks the aurors are trying to take over the ministry with gum disease or something like that?" Ron asked as he mulled over the information that Fred provided him. After his encounter with Luna, he wouldn't be surprised if The Quibbler had an article about cat people and not the cat people like Ginny who just liked cats as pets.

"And it has articles about crumple-horned snorkacks about every other month. It's quite an amusing read actually," George said thoughtfully. His mother had bought a subscription to The Quibbler soon after it was revealed that the daughter of Xenophilius Lovegood was the baby that somehow defeated Voldemort. She cancelled the subscription soon afterwards, but Fred and George had found the old magazines.

"Is there anything about cat people?" Ron asked.

"Cat people? You mean like Filch?"

"No. I mean Luna thinks that Professor McGonagall is a cat."

Fred and George exchanged quick, startled glances. "How does she know about that?" Fred asked.

Ron groaned. "Please, no joking about it. You should have seen how serious Luna was about it."

"But Ron, McGonagall is a cat," George persisted. "Well, sometimes. She's a cat animagus, but you're not supposed to learn that until your third year."

Squinting at his brother, Ron tried to figure out whether he was messing with him or not. Unfortunately, he never knew with Fred and George. "Whatever. I'm going to play exploding snap with Dean and Seamus." Ron headed off to the mentioned Gryffindors. At that point, he didn't care whether McGonagall was really an animagus or not. He just wanted to get away from anymore discussion about her or cats. Still, the thought lingered in his mind.

Much to Professor McGonagall's surprise, Ron Weasley raised his hand during his next Transfiguration class. Ron didn't usually contribute to class discussion, and as such, him raising his hand was a rare occurrence. In fact, McGonagall didn't think it had ever been done before. "Did you have a question, Mr. Weasley?"

"Is it true you're a cat animagus?" Ron asked having been pestered by the idea since George had told him so.

McGonagall was only slightly surprised. Every once in awhile, someone from her classes spilled the beans to a lower classman though it happened less often than one would think with chatty children. Each time, McGonagall was disappointed. She enjoyed the looks of shock on the third years' faces every time she transformed from a cat to human in front of their eyes. By asking in the middle of class, Ron took away one of her favorite parts of teaching. At least the other second year students might not hear of this before next year.

"Yes, Weasley, that is true. I became a registered cat animagus in 1954." A flurry of hands went up at the admission. "Hands down. I will talk more about this next year when we begin to cover animagi. For now, we are practicing transfiguring plates into cups." The class recognized that a topic was closed when McGonagall said it was, and all the hands dropped.

As the class practiced the new spell, Harry nudged Ron. "I can't believe Luna was sort of right about this one. I thought this would be one of her theories that fell completely flat. It's amazing how she can be so right and so wrong about things at the same time."

"Yeah, amazing," Ron said as he frowned at the plate in front of him. "Does Luna have any psychic abilities? I don't know how she could have come up with McGonagall being a cat otherwise."

Harry laughed quietly lest McGonagall lecture them on paying attention to their spellwork. "Nah, mate. She just gets lucky every once in awhile. When she throws out as many theories as she does, she's bound to touch on a bit of truth now and again."

Ron nodded, but internally, he thought that coincidence wasn't enough to explain the situation for him. He told his other housemates about Luna's clairvoyance, and by the time Halloween rolled around, word had spread around the school that Luna had the Sight. As a result, people approached Luna with questions about their future. Luna grew to hate those occasions since people often didn't like her predictions. Apparently, people didn't like the idea of working at Barnaby's Supplies and Supplements, the wizarding equivalent of Walmart, for the entirety of their adulthood.