(Me)Hello. I don't own harry potter or its characters, just Ithaca Fiaca, my o.c
(Requm) on with the story!
(Ithaca) cool I am in my first story whoop
Luna's P.O.V
I walked threw the hallways of Hogwarts, it was my free period. Having nothing better to do, I went into a deserted wing, hid in a classroom, and closed the door. I pulled out my wand and muttered a glamor spell on myself. I pulled out a mirror, to check to see if any of my cuts where showing. All I saw was my pail skin, but no marks. I checked my arms and and legs, making sure I had done the spell correctly.
The reason for me having cuts was simple, I was beaten. By who your asking, well it was the insane editor of the quibbler, the person no one took seriously, or would expect would do such a thing. my father. It started when I was nine.
I walked into my moms workshop, to see what she was up to. I saw here brewing a potion. It turned purple, and smelled like candy. She noticed I had walked in, looked at, me and smiled, it was a smile only a parent could give there child.
She motioned for me to come over. I walked over there. She looked utterly happy.
"honey, guess what, I made a new potion. If this works, one would be able to have true, original inspiration, it will be able to do wonderful things, like cure writers block, or, she was cut off as the potion started bubbling. I was in front off the it slightly afraid, my mother new what was going to happen, she pushed me out off the way and was hit with a a liquid. I watched in horror as she fell lifelessly to the ground. Fat tears fell down my cheek. My voice was shaky.
"mommy?"
I ran to her limp body and shook her. I didn't, I couldn't believe she was dead. Daddy walked in the room
"whats wrong, I heard shouting." he spotted his wife on the floor, and his daughter crying. He ran to me and held me in a hug, a took me out of the room. I fell asleep in his arms. That night I had nightmares.
Two weeks later we where at her funeral. I watched as they lowered my mothers body into the ground. That was my last memory of her.
My father started drinking, not knowing how to deal with his loss. Soon after he stared calling me names. Then not feeding me. He blamed me for her death. He kept me away from people so I was isolated, without anyone to talk to but the creatures I was told existed. They became my friends, and soon I was able to see them.
Two year ago before my current year, did he started physically hurting me. If I did anything wrong like burn dinner, miss a spot on the floor while cleaning it, or I got a grade less then a A, I was 'punished'. Some time he hurt me just for the heck of it. After these beating, I was left to weak to move.
I was deathly afraid of returning to my 'home'. I spoke to the headmaster, but he did not believe me, who would believe that the caring and loving writer of the Quibbler hurt his own flesh and blood?
I returned to reality and sighed, I packed my things and went to my potions class. The bell wrung and students filled the halls, all trying to get to there next class. I saw wruckspurts moving back and fourth in the air. I knew no one else noticed them and sighed.
Soon I arrived in the dungeons. I took a seat next to Ithaca Fiaca. She was my only friend. But a great one. I trusted her with my life and my secret.
"hey Luna, how have you been? You get any sleep." she had a concerning look.
"yeah, I got some sleep" that was a lie, but right now it fooled her.
"good. So did you do your report for professor Snape?"
"yes, I have it right here." I pulled out my report and put it on my desk.
Snape walked, and turned his cloak dramatically. "class today you will be making a potion to pull someone from near death, closer to the living. This is a very difficult potion. He waved his hand, and instructions appeared on the black board
"begin" Snape shouted to the class. I walked up and got the ingredients, and brought them back to the table. Me and Ithaca started brewing. We followed the directions to the letter. We, (me especially) couldn't afford to fail this assignment. Snape watched every one like a hawk, he was waiting for a sign of anyone messing up the potion. He spotted three people so far.
My hand still hurt from my 'punishment earlier in the year, so I couldn't hold the knife correctly.
Snape saw this and walked over to our table.
"Miss. Lovegood, is there any reason you couldn't figure out how to hold a knife correctly. For your incompetence you have lost your house twenty points." He grabbed my hand and forced me to hold the knife correctly. I winced in pain. He saw this also, sadly.
"why is your hand injured." I came up with a quick lie to get him to stop questioning.
"my hand got caught in a door."
"well miss. Lovegood, since that is a obvious lie, you will be spending tonight in detention. I heard snickers from the other table.
I went threw the rest of the class, with Snape giving me a death glare.
After class we went to the great hall for dinner. I sat down next to Ithaca at the raven claw table.
"you better hurry up and eat before detention. And I better see you eat. No skipping meals, you got me?
I nodded and putt some food on my plate. I ate hastily and went to my detention.
I walked threw the hallways, passing the occasional student, or a couple snogging each other. Soon I made my way towards the dungeons, the second time that day.
Snape was waiting there, probably happy to see me in detention.
"since this is your first detention, I have owled your father to deal with you.
My face paled a considerable amount.
"he is in the other room now." he brought me there, I was face to face with my father now. Snape smiled evilly, and left the room, he had left the room not knowing what he just did
my father raised his wands and placed a silent. And a locking charm on the room. He approached me.
"I hear you have been bad today". He took another steep closer. "what ever shall I do with you, and this bad behavior? I think 'punishment' is in order. He smiled wickedly and pushed me to the floor.
He began kicking me and punching me. I begged him to stop. Soon he started hitting me with a belt. I begged, and begged, only to be answered with another hit. Soon I just stopped talking. He took out a knife and pulled out a bottle. I smelled lemon juice, and instantly knew where this was going.
"n-no p-please", he kicked me until I was quite. He dipped the knife in the bottle and brought the knife to my arm. I whimpered, with all of the things I knew, spells, and charms, I was powerless and he cut me with the knife.
I screamed from the pain, and screamed until my throat was raw. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore.
After what felt like a eternity, he was done. I was left in the fetal position, my arms wrapped around my body and eyes closed shut, muttering to my self "please stop" over and over again. He simply smiled and left. I got up and reached for my wand in extreme pain.
I muttered a glamor charm to keep people from seeing what happened. Who would believe me any way? I was crazy, insane, looney, who would believe what just happened. I stood up. Snap walked in the room.
"i hope you learned your lesson about lying." he said in a icy tone
"Yes I have sir"
"good" now you are dismissed. I Walked away, trying to hide my limping. I walked outside and into the hallway way, when I decided I had had enough. I walked towards the astrology tower, with intent to end my suffering.
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