Summer Skin by Death Cab For Cutie-

I don't recall a single care
Just greenery and humid air
Then Labor day came and went
And we shed what was left of our summer skin

"Dad, I'm coming in," Luna called into the newly reconstructed home as she pushed the front door closed with her hip, for her arms were full of various jars of herbs and spices. The scent of Xenophilius's favorite tea washed over her, a smile rising to her lips. Regardless of the weather, her father always found it necessary to make some sort of tea. Even on that particular day he needed to have his tea.

She was one of the few people that actually enjoyed the beverages he would brew, most likely because she was raised with it. Not only did she appreciate the tea, but her favorite time of year to have it was in the middle of the summer on the most humid of days. For some odd reason, the two were both particularly calm on those types of days. Tea time was an especially serene time for them on the muggiest of days.

It happened to be on a day like that when she had brought Draco to meet her father. At the time, he was just one of her friends, but he wanted something more than that. Neither of the Lovegoods seemed to notice. Nothing more was expected of the two. The tea, to him, tasted quite awful, but he was desperate to make a good impression upon the insane man. To do this, he simply sat smiling as he took small sips.

Xenophilius had not responded to his daughter in quite some time. "Dad?" She dumped the containers onto a small, yellow table that sat in the front room of the home. It was unlike him to not reply at some point to her. Never did he answer right away, but he got around to it within the two minutes of her calling to him. Panic struck her. There had to be something wrong.

Her feet carried her as fast as they could through the rounded rooms. Xeno didn't like rooms with corners; he often explained that corners were the perfect place for nargles and wrackspurts to hide. Yellow, blue, and red paints covered the walls in the rooms. All of the colors seemed to be just a shade or two away from being a pleasant color for the walls of a home.

On the top most floor of the cylindrical home was Xenophilius's bedroom. Luna paused at the door, thinking the absolute worst. "Dad, are you in there?" No answer. "Do the wrackspurts just have your mind?" Still no answer. "Alright, I'm coming in. I just-" The words caught in her throat. "Dad?" His head rested against the desk table, eyes wide open. "Daddy?" A glass filled with what looked like a thick, brownish-purple liquid stood on the desk beside him. "Xenophilius Lovegood, answer me," she barely choked out before a piece of paper floated towards her with the breeze that came from the open window above him.

A potion that will cure your nargle infestation for life! All you need are a few simple ingredients, swallow it down, and you'll be free of the pesky critters!

The worst possible outcome was the reality. "Dad," she whispered, collapsing against the wall. Luna Lovegood had just lost her father the exact same way she lost her mother; summertime experiments.

That day the dreamers dreams shattered along with her heart, and she would never be the same again.