A young girl of maybe 10 or 11 stirred in her bed to the incessant tapping of a something on the window of the girl's bedroom. The girl wasn't a morning person, and wanted to sleep for as long as she could before she was off to school in just a few short weeks. The girl pulled her quilt over her head, trying to go back to sleep, but the something tapping at the window wouldn't have it. The girl gave up after a few minutes, standing and walking to the window in her perfectly round room. She opened the shutters to reveal a barn owl, the morning Prophet clasped in it's talons, with a leather pouch on one leg for the three Knuts it was due for delivering the paper. The girl reached over and let the owl hop onto her arm, transferring the newspaper to it's beak from it's claws.
The girl walked down two flights of stairs past her parents' floor of their house to the kitchen, where the girl dug three Knuts out of a cookie jar kept by the stove, took the paper from the owl, and dropped the bronze coins into the leather pouch on the owl's leg. The girl went over to the cabinet and pulled out a box of cereal. She went over to another cabinet and took out a ceramic bowl, while also taking a spoon from the drawer under the cabinet. She pulled milk out of the icebox and poured herself a bowl of cereal with milk, also adding a copious amount of sugar to the bowl with the milk. She made herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with the paper.
Her father only modernized because he had no time for things like spoiled milk or spilling tea across a page and losing the entire work. He bought for his daughter and himself a refrigerator, a toaster, a coffee machine, and a computer that the girl was never allowed on because it was always in use. The girl read the paper while circling in a big red marker what was probably fake. While her father had his own magazine, it was more into the more cultic things in their world. The girl read the Daily Prophet to see what was going on in the world at that very moment.
Just as her father came down, there was another owl tapping at the window, this one holding a letter in it's beak. The girl shook dirty blonde hair out of her face and ran to the window, taking the letter and looking at label.
Ms. Luna Lovegood
1 Rook Hill
Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England
Xenophilius Lovegood clapped her on the shoulder, over which he had been looking to see the letter. Luna flipped the letter over to see, just as she had expected, a red wax seal on the envelope. The emblem of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; A lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake in a square around a gothic-style capital H. Luna quickly peeled off the seal- she'd have to frame it later. She pulled two sheets of parchment from the envelope. She read them, and her smile spread to her ears.
Her father put down his coffee cup and kissed the top of Luna's head, tossing her already precariously balanced curls all over the place. Xeno looked at the booklist in his daughter's hands, pulling the paper away from her and seemed to be looking through a library in his head.
"Come on, Luna. I think we have these somewhere."
So Luna followed Xenophilius down into the basement, which they used only for storage nowadays. Ever since Luna's mother, Helena, had died in an explosion caused by one of her experimental spells when Luna was nine, Luna had only gone down to the basement where it happened twice. She had been talking with her mother when it happened.
*Flashback*
Luna sat on a crate in the basement of her house, just nine years old. She swung her legs and bounced her heels off the crate while talking to her mother, Helena Lovegood.
"So, Luna, tell me again, who were the main Primordial gods?" Helena asked her daughter. Helena loved Greek mythology.
"Hemera, Aether, Nyx, Erebus, Tartarus, Gaea, Ouranos, Pontus, Anake, Phanes, Eros, and Chronos." Luna answered after a moment of thought.
"And the All-Mother?"
"Chaos." Luna didn't hesitate.
Helena smiled at her daughter, then went back to her work. She muttered a spell while waving her wand in the air, trying to make small fireworks appear.
The spell came out wrong, though. She had mispronounced the incantation she had invented. Fireworks shot out of her wand, but they were much too big. Luna, who had been told what to do if this ever happened, dove behind the crates she had been sitting on. There was a huge explosion, and Luna's ears rang. After the explosions ceased, Luna walked out from behind the crates, her ears still buzzing. She couldn't hear anything, not even her own heartbeat.
Luna knelt beside her mother, and shook her shoulders. "Mum," Helena didn't stir. "Mum!" Luna was sure she had shouted, but she didn't hear herself at all. Xenophilius, who had been upstairs, rushed to his daughter and wife, taking Helena's pulse and checking to see if she was breathing. She wasn't.
*End Flashback*
Luna remembered going to her mother's spellbook- where she listed all the spells she'd created, and writing in Expulso- exploding hex. Luna had never had the opportunity to use the spell herself, but intended to at the first chance. To honor her mother.
Xeno flipped the light switch to turn on the basement lights. He walked over to a cardboard box, pulling the top open and looking back at the booklist. That box was full of books that had belonged to Helena Lovegood. Xeno, one by one, pulled out all the books on the list, which Helena had used when inventing.
The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Aldabert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Luna, armed with her complete booklist, prepared to go tomorrow to Diagon Alley, a place of wonders and mayhem, of potions and poisons, of owls and inkwells.
And Luna was excited.
Wise: Prologue: Letters to Someone From Someone Else
Word Count: 1,123
Post date: 7/29/14
Additional Notes:
Lame ending is lame.
Do any of you know how much I hate flashbacks? I prefer to just explain it all as a summary of the memory, but I wanted to make this longer for you guys. Also, creative liberties were taken. I have plans, BTW, so don't bash.
For those of you who skipped over the A/N I posted first, here. It contains important information.
First things first, I need to tell you guys something. I have almost a month before I go back to school. I will be writing longer chapters over longer periods of time. Each one will be at least 3,500 words, however I will need time for this. Once school starts, while 4,000 words used to take me two days, it will take me a week once term begins.
Once school starts, prepare for bitching and moaning on my part about grades and horrid teachers and how I didn't want this class or I don't belong in Geometry yet or something along those lines. But, hey, my lowest grade was a B- and it was in Pre-Algebra, so unless my final scores come in with an amazing math score, I'll just be in Algebra.
I want your headcanons. Only headcanons that I can weave into the story, so only ones pertaining to these characters or this story in particular, like my Nico Hugs headcanons. Or just random headcanons of HPPJO awesomeness.
Also, I had the sudden urge to assign sexual preferences to all the characters I use. After I'm done with the full story, I'll post the Excel pages on my deviantART account, just so you can see all that I did to class these characters. To see how invested I was in this story.
I also will continue to ask for your OCs. I might not use them, but I'll still put them on the masterlist just in case. So, yeah. Give me OC love.
Anyways, I love you guys, just needed to have you guys see this before I posted the first chapter (Oxygen Magnesium! (Geddit? Funny haha? Science jokes?)) on this next story.
Just ignore my science joke. Bad joke is bad. I blame my brother.
DISCLAIMER FOR THIS ENTIRE STORY SO NO-ONE CAN SAY I DIDN'T: THE ONLY CHARACTERS THAT ARE MINE ARE MY OCS, THE OTHER OCS BELONG TO VARIOUS PEOPLE WHO WERE AMAZING AND AWESOME TO LET ME USE THEIR CHARACTERS. THE OTHER CHARACTERS, SUCH AS HERMIONE GRANGER, NICO DI ANGELO, DRACO MALFOY, AND MINERVA MCGONAGALL BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN AND THE ONLY TRUE BEING OF ULTIMATE POWER WORTH WORSHIP IN THIS LIFE BESIDES GEORGE CARLIN AND TOM HIDDLESTON, J. K. ROWLING. THE PLOTLINE IS BASED OFF THE STORYLINE FROM THE MIND OF THE MAGNIFICENT AND GLORIOUS J.K. ROWLING.
My dad told me that I have to read this book called House of the Scorpion or something like that and write a two-page book report on it and then write a fanfiction about it before the 4th of August or for every day it's late he'll take my phone, my tablet, and my computer for two days. Don't expect me to be extremely attentive for a few days, savvy? But don't worry, I've already got the next chapter written and the proofing is still ongoing.
Also, the poll on my profile only has four votes. I'm gonna need more of an opinion on that. It will only be a minor part of the story, but it will make up fillers here and there and FOR THE GOD'S SAKES, PLEASE JUST VOTE ON THE POLL ON MY PROFILE, OKAY?
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