Prologue: Out of place
A young woman with a head of dirty blonde hair hummed to herself as she used her wand to levitate her things into her new suitcase. She had - with a little help from her friend Rolf Scamander - just upgraded it. The woman's name is Luna Lovegood.
Luna Lovegood was proud to say she was one of a kind. Thank you very much. No, she was not referring to her simply being a witch. She was different by other witches and wizard kind's standards as well.
You would not usually spot any witch or wizard apart from her that liked to wear homemade necklaces made from butterbeer corks and sport dirigible plum earrings. Not wearing shoes and often putting her wand behind her ear was something frowned upon by many as well.
But none of that was what really set her apart from others. What stood out the most was her eyes. How they always held a sort of dreamy and far away look. It was how much she saw with those big silver eyes of hers. She could see so much more than anyone else.
Some of the things Luna can see could in a way, be described as prophetic visions. All she had to do was reach out to one of the golden lights she could see around someone and she could see all that they were, all that they was and all that they ever could be. But that was not something she often did. It was a terribly rude thing to do in her opinion.
Neither she or her parents could ever figure out why Luna could see the world around her in such a way. The way she saw things combined with her parents upbringing where a big part of why Luna grew up to be a openminded girl who believed in things that many thought to be impossible. They would rather just write her off as crazy or weird than believe her. Even her friends.
Which Luna thought was rather strange considering they lived in a world of magic. One would think they would be more open to the universes many possibilities. But oh well. She had accepted that she was different a long time ago. Embraced them even.
That is not to say she weren't sad to feel such a disconnection to everyone and everything around her. Even her father. But she was not and would never be someone who would change herself just to feel accepted.
Although she had still been rather curious as to why she were so different. But not anymore. Luna smiled in anticipation.
In her twentieth year of existence, she found out why. In her twentieth year of existence, she remembered. And that is why she packed her things and skipped merrily right into the Veil of Death.
Authors note: This idea popped up in my head and I couldn't stop smiling at the idea! Little warning though. The updates to this story might be a bit infrequent until I've finished one of my other stories. We'll see how it goes.