I woke up to music playing. I didn't want to open my eyes, or even move at that. I didn't know where I was. The song My Immortal by Evanescence was playing on the radio. I just stayed where I was, not moving. I pretended that I wasn't awake. On the radio was some sort of count down because it said the top six most requested songs were coming up. I heard some people talking and started listening to their conversation.
".... She's been here for over a month. What happens if she never wakes up?" asked a voice.
"She will wake up sooner or later, I hope," said another voice.
I was thinking everything over. Where am I? Who is 'she'? Who am I? I opened my eyes. Everything was blury. I sat up. I was in a place of all white. White beds, white curtains, white..... everything. I saw two people standing a few meters away talking to each other. One man was very tall with a long silver beard and long silver hair and the other was slightly shorter with shorter black hair. The one with the black hair looked over at me.
"Luna! You're awake!" Who is Luna? The man ran over to me. I jumped out of the bed to the other side, away from him. He stopped and looked at me strangely.
"Who are you?" I asked, stepping backwards. I walked into someone. I turned around to see that it was the long silver-haired man that was standing on the other side of the room earlier. I walked away from him, backwards, until I ran into the bed. I sat down on it. I looked at the black-haired man and back ot the silver-haired one.
"Who are you?" I asked again. Who were these people? Who am I? Where was I?
"I.. I, I'm Harry," said the man with black hair. He looked at me as if I were some sort of creature.
"And.. And who, who are you?" I asked the silver-haired man.
"I am Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"You, you believe in magic?" I said, laughing. "Magic isn't real. Someone your age should know that."
"Oh, quite the opposite. You see, I, myself, am a wizard. Harry, is a wizard as well. And you," he said, pausing, "are a witch."
"Me? A witch? Come on, stop joking around. Who are you, really?"
"I am who I told you I was."
"Who am I?" I asked.
"Luna?" asked the younger man. I turned around and looked at him.
"Who's Luna?" I asked.
"You're, you're Luna."
"But, where are we?"
"We're in the emergancie room. It's a muggle hospital-thingy."
"Is anyone hurt?" I asked, standing up.
"Umm..." said the younger man, Harry. "Well, we're here for you."
"Me? What do you mean, you're here for me?"
My arms were itchy. There were really itchy. I scratched my left arm. I felt something on my arm. There was a long cut down my arm! It looked like someone sewed it up. I looked at my right arm. It looked the same as my left.
"Wha—what happened to me?! What's on my arms? What did this to me?" I looked up over at Harry.
"L—Luna. Y—ou did this t—to yourself. With the piece of glass. When I took your knife away."
"Me? I did this to myself? Why? Why would someone do that to themselves? And what do you mean, took 'my' knife away?"
"I just can't believe you don't remember 'anything'! Over a month ago I was walking and a saw the Dark Mark over your house. I went in and found you on the bed. I thought you were dead and your arms were bleeding. But then you woke up and we saw that it was your dad that was killed. So we went to Hogwarts. And we stayed there for a few days. One day, you blacked out from cutting yourself so I brought you up to the Hospital Wing. You got better. A different day, I had taken your knife away. And instead you used glass. You cut those two cuts that are on your arms now. And then you blacked out. I brought you up to Madam Pomfrey. She couldn't heal your cuts. Magic wouldn't heal your cuts. So we brought you hear and they gave you stitches. You were here for over a month. And then you woke up today."
"But why did I do this to myself?" I asked. "Why would someone do this to themselves?" Tears were starting to form in the back of my eyes. I don't know why I was about to cry. I didn't know anything about them. Why should I trust them? Are they really my friends, or just enemies pretending?
"How do I know that you're telling the truth about everything? How do I know that you really are people I know? How?" Wait— If they really were friends of mine, wouldn't they have told someone in my family? Wouldn't they be here?
"Where's my family?"
""Luna. Your mum died when you were 9 and your dad was killed a little over a month ago. I'm pretty sure that's why you cut yourself. And then you don't have any other family. I'm sorry, Luna," said Harry.
"If I don't have any family, how come you two are here? How do you know me?"
"I am a year ahead of you. And like Dumbeledore said, he is the headmaster of the school we go to."
"How old am I?"
"You are 15, Miss Lovegood," said Dumbledore. "And as you are doing better, I think it would be best that we returned to the school. As the students shall be arriving tomarrow evening. We will have to be very prompt, as there is scarcely anytime left to last-minute sprucing up. Do you think you are well enough Miss Lovegood?"
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Sorry that this is so short! I have writers' block and I can't think of anything to write.... as for the answere to the question doesn't really matter... at least for right now. I'll write more as soon as I get rid of this writers' block!
".... She's been here for over a month. What happens if she never wakes up?" asked a voice.
"She will wake up sooner or later, I hope," said another voice.
I was thinking everything over. Where am I? Who is 'she'? Who am I? I opened my eyes. Everything was blury. I sat up. I was in a place of all white. White beds, white curtains, white..... everything. I saw two people standing a few meters away talking to each other. One man was very tall with a long silver beard and long silver hair and the other was slightly shorter with shorter black hair. The one with the black hair looked over at me.
"Luna! You're awake!" Who is Luna? The man ran over to me. I jumped out of the bed to the other side, away from him. He stopped and looked at me strangely.
"Who are you?" I asked, stepping backwards. I walked into someone. I turned around to see that it was the long silver-haired man that was standing on the other side of the room earlier. I walked away from him, backwards, until I ran into the bed. I sat down on it. I looked at the black-haired man and back ot the silver-haired one.
"Who are you?" I asked again. Who were these people? Who am I? Where was I?
"I.. I, I'm Harry," said the man with black hair. He looked at me as if I were some sort of creature.
"And.. And who, who are you?" I asked the silver-haired man.
"I am Professor Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"You, you believe in magic?" I said, laughing. "Magic isn't real. Someone your age should know that."
"Oh, quite the opposite. You see, I, myself, am a wizard. Harry, is a wizard as well. And you," he said, pausing, "are a witch."
"Me? A witch? Come on, stop joking around. Who are you, really?"
"I am who I told you I was."
"Who am I?" I asked.
"Luna?" asked the younger man. I turned around and looked at him.
"Who's Luna?" I asked.
"You're, you're Luna."
"But, where are we?"
"We're in the emergancie room. It's a muggle hospital-thingy."
"Is anyone hurt?" I asked, standing up.
"Umm..." said the younger man, Harry. "Well, we're here for you."
"Me? What do you mean, you're here for me?"
My arms were itchy. There were really itchy. I scratched my left arm. I felt something on my arm. There was a long cut down my arm! It looked like someone sewed it up. I looked at my right arm. It looked the same as my left.
"Wha—what happened to me?! What's on my arms? What did this to me?" I looked up over at Harry.
"L—Luna. Y—ou did this t—to yourself. With the piece of glass. When I took your knife away."
"Me? I did this to myself? Why? Why would someone do that to themselves? And what do you mean, took 'my' knife away?"
"I just can't believe you don't remember 'anything'! Over a month ago I was walking and a saw the Dark Mark over your house. I went in and found you on the bed. I thought you were dead and your arms were bleeding. But then you woke up and we saw that it was your dad that was killed. So we went to Hogwarts. And we stayed there for a few days. One day, you blacked out from cutting yourself so I brought you up to the Hospital Wing. You got better. A different day, I had taken your knife away. And instead you used glass. You cut those two cuts that are on your arms now. And then you blacked out. I brought you up to Madam Pomfrey. She couldn't heal your cuts. Magic wouldn't heal your cuts. So we brought you hear and they gave you stitches. You were here for over a month. And then you woke up today."
"But why did I do this to myself?" I asked. "Why would someone do this to themselves?" Tears were starting to form in the back of my eyes. I don't know why I was about to cry. I didn't know anything about them. Why should I trust them? Are they really my friends, or just enemies pretending?
"How do I know that you're telling the truth about everything? How do I know that you really are people I know? How?" Wait— If they really were friends of mine, wouldn't they have told someone in my family? Wouldn't they be here?
"Where's my family?"
""Luna. Your mum died when you were 9 and your dad was killed a little over a month ago. I'm pretty sure that's why you cut yourself. And then you don't have any other family. I'm sorry, Luna," said Harry.
"If I don't have any family, how come you two are here? How do you know me?"
"I am a year ahead of you. And like Dumbeledore said, he is the headmaster of the school we go to."
"How old am I?"
"You are 15, Miss Lovegood," said Dumbledore. "And as you are doing better, I think it would be best that we returned to the school. As the students shall be arriving tomarrow evening. We will have to be very prompt, as there is scarcely anytime left to last-minute sprucing up. Do you think you are well enough Miss Lovegood?"
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Sorry that this is so short! I have writers' block and I can't think of anything to write.... as for the answere to the question doesn't really matter... at least for right now. I'll write more as soon as I get rid of this writers' block!
