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It couldn't be? My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I felt like I was going to throw up. The first page of the first book read; the diary of Ophelia Emerald, 16 years old, fifth year of Hogwarts.

First days: part two

Ophelia Emerald … my mom…I couldn't believe it, it was as if I could wake up any minute, it felt like a dream. The bad feelings against my dad were gone, they had vanished and had been replaced by a strange happy feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. This must be how Stavaros Mugostky felt when he found the first hatch of Malicious Manferrets, the only difference is that I hoped that the books wouldn't eat me. It felt like I had this precious thing in my hands. Even now when I get it out of the wooden box, I still treat it if it's made of some rare fabric that easily breaks or rips. If I would lose or them I wouldn't know what to do with myself.

I turned the page carefully, but was chocked by what I saw to say the least. Nothing, there was nothing written on there! I felt betrayed! Why would my mother have three journals if she didn't write anything in it! I started skipping trough the pages, but there wasn't one page with something written on it. How could that be? Maybe it was some kind of password you had to say? Maybe she had put a spell on it so only she could read it.I was so deep lost in thoughts that I didn't hear the door of the compartment open.

'Oh, someone's in here. Wait it's just Loony!' Oh Merlin, I didn't have time for this now and don't want to deal with it. I could recognize that ugly, squeaky voice anywhere: Pansy Parkinson.

'Loony time to go, we want this compartment, so you'll just have to leave.' I decided to not give her the satisfaction of my attention, and ignored them.

'Hellooowww Loonnnyyy, I am speaking to you!' I looked up to see Pansy standing there with three other slytherin girls, I recognised one of them from my DADA-classes but the other two were unknown to me, but since they had the most ignorant expression on their faces I had ever encountered I presumed they were Slytherin. I thought it was better to start speaking, because they probably would get angry if I kept quiet and an angry pansy is not something you want to encounter on your first day.

'Hello Pansy, who was your holiday?' I said while giving her the most wide smile, my grand-father used to say that the best way to confuse people is to smile; I guess that's why I smile a lot. It seemed to work momentarily, because Pansy didn't say anything for about 20 seconds, everybody who knows Pansy or even has been confronted with her for one hour knows that this must have been one of her personnel records. Sadly the chock wore off, because she started to speak again in that annoying tone of hers.

'Non of your business Loony! Unless you're keeping a record of my, very interesting life, since you don't have one of your own!' she crossed her arms and smiled down at me, thinking she had made a comment that had actually stung. I actually started smiling wider at that comment, what would I do with information about Pansy! It's not like father is writing a piece about idiotic sneaky attention seeking 17-year olds.

'What are you smiling at you lower class Loon!' Smiling did make people nervous, or at least slytherins, I needed to write Lucas that. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice Pansy starting to get interested in the books that were still lying on my lap.

'What's this?' She had grabbed the books before I could react. Instantly I jumped of my seat, I had just gotten those I wasn't going to lose, not now not ever!

'Oh struck a nerve there Loony?' She smirked at me.

'Give them back Pansy, I'm warning you!' I would not let them take those books.

'Now now Loony, why are these books so important to you. Let's see what's written in it now.' Pansy almost tore the first page out while turning it.

'Ophelia Emerald, 16 years old, fifth year of Hogwarts.' She read with a mocking voice.

'You stole a diary Loon! Never thought you would be capable of that, don't think I'm impressed. Whose is this?' she looked questionable at me.

'Give it back!' I barely managed to say.

'Tutuut Loony, no need to get angry. We are just concerned about the owner of the diary! Katherine, come here and put your unknown knowledge about the inhabitants of Hogwarts at use!' A tall girl with blond hair and greyish eyes followed the orders of Pansy obedient, she took the book from Pansy and started reading the name.

'Mmh…Nope…doesn't ring any bells! I don't think there's anyone attending Hogwarts with that name. And not even in the past few years that we have been there!' she looked proud of her knowledge 'but it could be one of the new students!' she looked at Pansy with a very proud glow on her face. After a few minutes a frown came upon Pansy's face, which made her look even more like a little hairy rat than she normally looked.

'You stupid cow!' she took the book back from Katherine and read 'Ophelia Emerald, 16 years old, fifth year of Hogwarts.' She looked at Katherine expecting an 'aaah' or 'oh' but I don't think Katherine was the smartest of the bunch, because there was no reaction but an even more ignorant expression. If I wouldn't have been as angry as I was, I would have surely made a comment about not expecting Pansy to be the smartest but then again I was pretty angry.

'Don't you get it, fifth year, not first year or kindergarten but fifth year! That means she must be older than 16, you imbecile!' Katherine's smug expression fell of her face and was replaced by an angry glare at Pansy. She gave me one last look, turned her back and walked out of the compartment. By that time Pansy was probably getting sick of guessing who owned the diary, so she started skipping trough the pages. It was frustrating to see her with one of my most precious belongings and treating it as her new favourite toy.

'One last chance Pansy, give it back or I will be forced to make use of my wand!' I said very quiet, but loud enough for her to hear it. She didn't seem threatened so I slowly took my wand from behind my ear. The other girls were alarmed by then, but Pansy seemed to be too obsessed about the books to even notice a wand was pointing straight at her.

'It's really strange, there is nothing written inside this…this…thing!' She looked up to see right at the end of my wand, her eyes merely millimetres away from my wand. She tried not to look scared, but failed miserably, even she had been taught that being at the end of ones wand, fool or not, isn't a great place to be.

'What are you going to do with that?' she tried to hide the tremble in her voice.

'Give the books back or you are going to find out.' I said in my normal voice, which people say sounds dreamy from time to time.

'Not until…'

'APOUPAIOCUS' Pansy flew back trough the compartment and landed with a thud against the walls of the hall of the train. Because the train had just started to move many people were still walking trough the hall, looking for their friends or a free compartment. Many people had started to from a circle around Pansy, who was still lying groggy against the wooden walls, while I wasn't paying attention anymore I was just trying to get to my book.

'Thank you!' I said with an upbeat voice, while retrieving my books from the claws of Pansy. People looked confused at me, many couldn't believe what they had just seen; Loony (not many people know my name) Lovegood cursed someone because they were teasing. I was just walking back to my compartment with a wide smile on my face, when I heard someone scream.

I turned around to see the effect of my spell. Pansy had just lifted her head and now everybody got a good look of her face. I didn't see much difference really, she always has been a rat and now she had crooked long teeth and a pointy nose to be the reflection of her inside. Still smiling I closed the door of my compartment and noticed Pansy giving me one final look filled with hatred, well at least for how much emotion you can show when you have whiskers. I knew Pansy wasn't going to rest until she had gotten her revenge, but I decided to stop thinking about that now and to aim all my attention to the topic at hand; the diary's.

I opened it again, hoping that there would be more in there this time, but that was false hope. Nothing had been added in the time Pansy had been playing with it. Maybe there was some kind of key? Well I don't think I was supposed to find out about it in the train ride to Hogwarts because right at that moment Neville carefully opened the door.

'Luna?' he opened the door and rapidly stepped inside.

'Neville!' I jumped up and gave him a hug, he was still kind of shy so he didn't always know how to act when I showed sudden burst of affection towards him. Not that he needed to be confused about or relationship with each other, we weren't in anyway romantically involved. Not that we hadn't tried anything, but it just hadn't worked. We had decided to stay friends and had become just that in a very short period of time. Off course he was still often embarrassed when I had one of my moments, but he had learned to accept them and partially ignore them. I sat down and placed the books in my bag pack, deciding that it was better to keep them a secret for awhile.

'So…Luna, how was your holiday?'

'Not all that grand. It started quit good, we went on vacation to Sweden, but it went all down hill after that.' He gave me a sad look.

'How do you mean?'

'Well Neville, my father was quit angry with me, and over concerned about the deal at the ministry. He was so concerned that he has been hiding all your letters, so that's why I never answered. I only got my letters today, right before the train left he finally gave them to me. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me.'

'Oh, that's not really nice of your father. Why did he do that anyway?' Neville said while making himself comfortable in his seat.

'He said something about one final summer together and such. I think he was actually afraid that something was going to happen with me.'

'I was really worried when you didn't answer my letters, but my grand-mother said that I shouldn't be, she said when something would have happened with you then it would be all over the prophet the next day.'

'How did your grand-mother react to the fighting at the ministry? She took it well didn't she?' I smiled, so he started to smile.

'Yes, she was very proud! Never thought she would be tough, but she said that I was finally becoming like my dad. She even bought me a new wand, I think it's the last wand that Olivander sold, he disappeared the next day so…' the look on his face changed, it was as if he felt responsible of some sort, well not really he did anything to Olivander, but like he should have done something to prevent such things from happening. He has really changed in the years that I have known him, especially the last years. HE has started to grow up, and has become quit responsible.

'A penny for your thoughts Neville!' I gave him an encouraging smile.

'So many people died or disappeared this summer, it's just not right.' He looked so sad saying that 'nobody deserves to be hurt in anyway just because they are different!' he gave me a resolute look.

'Nobody does Neville, that's why we fight those who believe otherwise.' But he didn't seem really satisfied with that answer.

'What have we done yet? Not much if you ask me, we have to do more, we have to make it stop!'

'We do Neville, but right now there isn't much we can do. We have to finish school, get good grades and study really hard so we can beat them in the end! That is our task now and after that we can focus on the rest.' He still looked quit sad, I was thinking about his parents I think.

'I know the grudge you bear Neville, but it'll have to wait until you are strong enough. You have to be so strong that you can take her and you can make her pay.' He looked at me with a strange smile, like he understood, but that didn't mean he was going to do what he was told. Sometimes you could see why he was a Gryffindor. Suddenly the door slid open and someone entered. It was Harry, and he looked like he was happy to be inside a compartment.

'Hello Neville, Luna, how are you? Can I sit here?'

'Off course you can Harry, you don't have to ask!'

'Thanks Neville!' he sat down and made himself conferrable.

'So how was your holiday Neville?' it seemed like they were going to be talking for awhile so I decided to read the new quibbler. I took it from my bag and noticed you had to wear special glasses to read this week's edition. It were funny glasses, I probably looked like some colourful owl wearing them, because Harry gave me a pensive look when I was putting them on. I was just about to start filling in a crossword puzzle when the door slid open for the fourth time this train ride. This time it was a bunch of girls form various houses, they looked a little bit nervous and were discussing something.

'You ask it!'

'Now you do it!'

'Let me do it then.' A bold looking girl with long black hair came forward and started to speak to Harry as if we weren't around.

'Hello Harry, if you want you can sit with us. You don't have to sit with… with…them!' she pointed at Neville and me, like we were baboons in a zoo. Harry raised an eyebrow at the girls comment.

'They are my friends!' he said.

My belly made a double twist; Harry just called me his friend. I started to smile at the girls dumb expression.

'Oh okay then!' she closed the door and left us alone.

'If you would have liked to go, you didn't need to stay for our sake you know.' I said to him. He smiled at me and said one of the things I will never forget.

'I would never leave people who are there for me in the rough times behind.' I just smiled back at him.

The rest of the train ride went on without farther events. I read the quibbler, Neville and Harry talked and Ronald and Hermione joined us in the compartment. But I did notice that Harry's mind was often drifting off, like there was an unknown burden on his shoulders. He's eyes glazed over and it looked like the fate of the world was resting on his shoulders, then maybe it was seeing as the dark lord wants him dead. But it always intrigued me why, why would the dark lord want to kill a baby and now a teenage boy! It was a normal train ride, no more abnormalities.

We arrived in Hogmead's station and started heading towards the carriages. When we quickly sought a carriage, I saw that Hagrid wasn't chasing the first years to the boats and wondered where he was. Not that I liked him back then, I didn't really know except from the class he gave, but I know that he meant a lot to Harry, Ronald and Hermione so I wondered where he was. Everybody in the carriage was quiet, perhaps because we were all tired from the long train ride, but also because we noticed how not so many people had returned to Hogwarts as we had thought would. Many had been pulled out by their parents because it was no longer safe so the number of students had visibly decreased. I remember thinking that there was much chance that in the course of the year other people would be forced to leave. It made me kind of sad thinking about it, not that I had much friends but it was much nicer to be in a school filled with laughing people, than in a school filled with not many people who are anxiously awaiting the next newspaper, hoping that there wouldn't be bad news for them. As I sat down at the Ravenclaw table, I counted the people who hadn't come back from Ravenclaw. Seven… one girl form my class, who's parents had disappeared over summer and was now in custody of an over protective grand-mother. It was one of the girls that were never nice to me, but I did feel sorry for her and decided to write her a letter and propose to send her copies of my class notes, maybe that would ease the pain a little bit.

'Humm humm' I could see Mrs. McGonagall starting to speak about the sorting. We got a handful of good new student this year, so Ravenclaw was very pleased. After the sorting Dumbledore went to do his speech, but I wasn't really listening, I was thinking about the books and how I could learn their secret. I noticed Dumbledore had finished his speech when diner appeared in the plates, when I saw all that delicious food the hunger appeared out of nowhere and I started eating immediately. I heard a lot of 'How was your summer' and 'What did you do this vacation?', of course non of them were directed to me, so I enjoyed my quit diner and listened to the others. I heard that some peoples parents had suggested that they should stay home and not go to Hogwarts but they had insisted on going anyway, saying it was safe in Hogwarts as long as Dumbledore was around. I glanced over at the stafftable and noticed that Dumbledore wasn't looking good at all. He looked tired, wore out and he looked concerned. His eyes were sliding over the room, before they met my eyes. The worry I felt inside for one of my favourite persons at Hogwarts must have been reflecting in my eyes because he gave me a small sad smile before resuming eating. Food didn't taste that good anymore, if even Dumbledore was worried sick… there were difficult times to come indeed. I hoped that it wouldn't be long before dinner would be over so I could get to bed to bed, I was getting quit tired. Thankfully dinner didn't last much longer and all the plates were cleared. Dumbledore said a last few words, before ordering us to get to bed. I was acting like a meek sheep and just followed the crowd to the dorms. When I entered the common room I went straight up the stairs and to my room. I noticed I was the first to have arrived and I just plunged down on my bed, deciding to leave the books until tomorrow and get some sleep first. I didn't even hear the other girls enter the bedroom, I feel asleep instantly. And that's how my first day in my fifth year ended.

a/n: This was a real quick update, but don't get spoiled! I have vacation now and can write day in day out. In two weeks school starts again, and I don't think I can keep up this tempo. Please review and thanks to everyone how has been so kind to review.