§Chapter One§

§The Unexpected Life§

There once was a witch, but also not only a witch, the girl who lived. She also had a sister. She too lived, but we'll talk about her later as she is just as important and she is in safer hands at the point. Luna had lived in a girl's orphanage since her parents were killed by the evilest sorcerer of that time, Lord Desdemona. Luna was the girl's name and the orphanage she lived at was called Orphan's Angel Orphanage at Rosewood Lane, number thirty-seven. The orphanage right then was quite normal and the owner at Orphan's Angel Orphanage was Hannah Spyke, a tall, skinny, irritable looking woman with short brown hair, brown eyes and hated anything to interrupt her usual boring schedule.

No one knew then that somewhere people were celebrating and showing it everywhere. I thing that had not happened in years, so long ago, most people had forgotten about it showing.

It all started one day... Ms. Spyke woke up that one morning. It was a morning where the birds were chirping loudly and happily and seemed nothing unusual and strange would start happening that day.
Seemed.
She was wondering what to have for breakfast while she was getting dressed when she heard the telephone ring. She picked it up, "Orphan Angel's Orphanage this is Hannah Spyke speaking."

"Yes, this is Mary Faylower and there was a break-in at the Fanita's house last night. Mr. And Mrs. Fanita were both shot and killed, but their daughter, Maria had somehow escaped, thank god. I am their neighbor, Mrs. Faylower. Will you take Maria in?" Mrs. Faylower asked.

"Why, yes, of course! Bring her right over!" Ms. Spyke said happily. They hung up and Ms.Spyke grimaced. Another mouth to feed, how wonderful!" She said sarcastically, "Well, maybe Helga will make friends with her."

Helga was a loud, short, fat, and pug-faced girl with red hair and small green eyes. She was young at the time but even just one year old she started to get spoiled. Already cried if she did not get her way.
The doorbell rang a few hours later by a tall, rather plump looking woman with blonde hair turning gray. Ms. Spyke answered the door. "You must be Mrs. Faylower please come in!" Ms. Spyke said greetingly. Mrs. Faylower came in thanking Ms. Spyke of her kindness. Mrs. Faylower was carrying a tan, little girl with wide, chestnut brown eyes.

"Is that Maria?" Asked Ms. Spyke.

"Yes, it is." Mrs. Faylower said, "I'm dearly sorry about all of this, poor child. Only one year old too. Please take care of her. I have to go to work now; I'm already late so I better dash! Cheerio!" and by that Mrs. Faylower got in her car and drove away.
Ms. Spyke put Maria in the room with the other one year olds, there was one other and that was Helga. Helga was bawling at the top of her lungs and yelling occasionally ("No!"). Maria stared at the crying baby girl a bit silently in confusion. Ms. Spyke sighed and tended to both of them, Helga first. Even after having her bottle and pacifier, Helga was now yelling loudly and kicking and flailing and crying wanting attention, but every time Ms. Spyke tried to change her into new clothes, Helga went wild.

Maria on the other hand was always quiet and confused by being beside a cradle with a bawling pig-looking baby.

Ms. Spyke had to get groceries so she gave all the girls who could do chores, chores and looking after the younger ones. When Ms. Spyke closed the door and locked it she settled out to her car when she felt she was being watched. Carefully, she turned around to see a brown tabby cat with bits of gray fur and odd markings around its eyes staring at orphanage then looking at Ms. Spyke. Ms. Spyke wasn't too keen at having a stray old cat near her orphanage, as she was allergic, so she tried shooing it away but it refused. Ms. Spyke finally gave up and got into her car.

While she was driving she was looking at the people around in groups talking. They were wearing different colored cloaks and Ms. Spyke was disgusted. These preposterous new fashions teens make up. It's horrible! She thought.

When Ms. Spyke got out of her car and into the grocery store she saw other people wearing cloaks and noticed also older people were wearing cloaks and talking excitedly. Ms. Spyke glared at them, but she also caught some of the words they were saying:

"--That's what I heard--"

"-The Bynes, dead?--"

"--And Luna, defeated him, only one year old too-"

"--Liana was first, almost killed the child--"

"--Yes, but Luna wasn't hurt a bit--"

"-That had to be powerful magic, Sandy--"

"--Yes, but how?--"

"--That was very strong magic he did to her and he just disappeared?--"

"--We can only guess..."
Ms. Spyke was even more disgusted. Magic. What nonsense! Nothing but a con of having a person with cards, birds, and god knows what up their sleeves for entertaining dull children, she thought, even though she herself knew someone that had to do with magic and still hates to think about it...Ms. Spyke shrugged it off and bought her groceries.
When she came back from the store the cat was still sitting in the same place looking at the signs around it. Ms. Spyke couldn't take anymore of that cat.

"Shoo! Go away! Shoo! Go somewhere else, you mangy stray! Shoo!" Ms. Spyke yelled. The cat gave it a stern look which startled her, either this was one strange cat, or her she needed to check with her eye doctor about her glasses. The cat watched Ms. Spyke unload her groceries(Ms. Spyke grumbling the whole time, sneezing occasionally) from her car and her go inside the orphanage.
When Ms. Spyke opened the door and walked in she put the groceries on the kitchen table, told all the girl's to leave her alone unless it's an emergency, and sat down to watch television.

On the news were some very strange announcements, "And today we have had many telephone calls of people saying that the owls have decided to fly out in daytime when we rarely see them at night! Now over to the weather, anymore shower of strange things, Bob?"

"Maybe, Ted, there were showers of comets last night, Its not July fourth yet, folks, but I can promise a foggy night tonight," The weather man grinned a rather cheesy grin, "and now Jerry with today's Sport's Schedule."
Ms. Spyke was so frustrated she turned off the television, went up to her room, told two girls that asked if they could watch the television, to clean the bathroom, and stayed in her room for the rest of the day. As she got ready for bed, she looked out the window before she was going to close the blinds. She saw the cat was still there, annoyed and tired, she slammed the blinds down and got into bed. After awhile, she finally was able to go to sleep, thinking about the boring things to do the next day.
At night, after everyone went to sleep, the tabby cat still sat near the orphanage now looking down the streets rather stiffly. Just as if it was normal for people to pop out of nowhere, there was a pop and a very old looking man with long, silver hair and beard that he could tuck in his buckle belt and wearing a dark purple cloak appeared, looking like as if it was normal walking here at the dead of night, and looked at the cat, then the orphanage.

He got out a silver cigarette lighter and made all the lights near the street disappear at every light he pointed the Put-Outer at. Hey chuckled quietly before he muttered,"Ah, Professor, how good of you to come," said the man. His name was Albus Dumbleore and he was very very old in years. He smiled at the tabby cat which was now a tall woman wearing a scarlet cloak with her brown and gray hair in a bun as tight as her lips.

"Albus, are the rumors true? Lord Voldemort's daughter? Disappeared, young Luna and Liana Bynes, and Serena and Matthew Bynes, all true?" The teacher asked. She nearly sounded like a woman wanting the latest gossip on a soap opera.

"Why yes, Professor, it is. Poor Serena and Matthew. Died, but Luna and Liana lived and defeated him, barely alive she is, Lord Desdemona. Liana almost did too. Knocked her out and made Desdemona weak (Mcgonagall flinched) and then he went for Luna wanting to finish her off and then...he was gone. History seems to repeat itself doesn't it? Funny though, Desdemona always seemed to be interested in Potions," Dumledore said and chuckled. Professor Mcgonagall said, "Yes I suppose. Your not going to let Luna live here with these--these-- muggles are you?" Professor Mcgonagall asked impatiently.

"Of course, Minerva. This is an orphanage."

"But, these muggles, they're horrible! Why can't Luna live in one of our world's orphanages?"

"Because, Mcgonagall. Luna and Liana would be famous before they could talk and walk! It would go to their heads! Its best she lives here and the other somewhere else, and the woman who is the owner of this orphanage happens to be a friend of a...friend of a friend of mine." Dumbledore said.

"Where is Luna?" Mcgonagall asked.

"Hagrid is bringing her." Dumbledore said looking at the night sky and smiling.

"What about Liana?"

"I'm letting my cousin Danielle take care of her. She is a Squib, doesn't know a lot of magic except for animaguses and simple spells, but rather nice. She definitely won't let her get a big head, one of them has to know the truth and I'm sure the oldest and the one that came so near death should be the one to know first and of course, pass it on. Ah, I think Hagrid is here."
No sooner had he said they heard a motor rumbling and a rather old looking Ford Anglia was flying there way, it looked like an old model indeed, but it looked as though it had had some adjustments made, though the engine sputtered occasionally.

Driving it was a very tall man with wild black hair, a black beard, and has beetle black eyes, hands as huge as garbage can lids, and half-giant tall and rather big, especially in the middle, landed the car with a soft thud, a sputter of the motor, he turned it off and with a bit difficulty, got out of the car with a bundle in his arms.

"Ah, Hagrid. No troubles?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, sir. Good girl slept the whole way." Hagrid said.

"First a motorbike and now a flying car, what's next Hagrid?" Mcgonagall asked faintly.

"Sirius needed his bike back," Hagrid said sadly. There was an odd, sad silence then; "But, I got this one from the Forest, good ol' Arthur's car. It would've been harder anyways 'cause I had another bundle in me arms, Luna's sister Liana. Child was frightened, crying herself to death, cheeks drenched and eyes wide with fright, I could tell she must've just recovered from being passed out. Nearly all o' the houses rooms were on fire when I came and got them."

"Liana's on'y two years old yeh know. Poor girl crying for her mum and dad, huddling Luna close to 'er," Hagrid finished.

"The children need to be away from the famous life for just nine years, and Luna, ten, until they're ready, and that is the age," Dumbledore said with a tone in his voice that meant a final decision had been made. Hagrid and Mcgonagall nodded.
The girl's head and one hand could be seen in the blanket. Mcgonagall looked over at the top of Luna's hand that was out of the blanket. On the top of her hand was a crescent moon shaped scar.

"Is that where..."Mcgonagall trailed off.

"Yes, the child covered her arms with her head and the curse hit her hand, the scar will be on her right forever," Dumbledore said, "Never had that excellent aim, Desedomona, Liana has on the side of her neck the scar from the curse shaped like a star. Didn't kill her, but got knocked out, I'm rather suprised it didn't," he finished.

"Couldn't you do anything to make it disappear?" Mcgonagall asked.

"My dear Professor!" Dumbledore said, with a look of flabbergasted, "Even if I could I wouldn't! Scars can be very useful! I thought you would know that by now," Dumbledore replied.

Mcgonagall opened her mouth in reply and shut it back, a wise idea. Dumbledore took the bundle from Hagrid and took a letter from his cloak. "Everything will be understood after she reads the letter," Dumbledore finished.

"A letter could tell that muggle about what happened!" Mcgonagall said shrilly.

"Of how I wrote it, yes," Dumbledore said.

"But--Headmaster--"Mcgonagall interjected.

Dumbledore gave her a stern look and she silent as quickly as she had interrupted.
He set the bundle on the doorstep and put the letter in Luna's right hand. Hagrid had disappeared, but faint sobbing and an old engine sputtering occasionally, one loud backfire of a car could be heard up at the sky, a sign Hagrid has left for sure.

Mcgonagall turned back into a tabby cat and walked away and Dumbledore whispered before disappearing, "Good luck, Luna, I shall see you in ten years," and by that he was gone.

Luna, fast asleep had no clue what would soon happen in the morning awakened by a shrill yell from a groggy Ms. Spyke in the morning collecting the paper and milk and what she will be facing for the next ten years. No clue as she moved in the bundle of restful dreams that she would be hated and tortured by Helga and everyone else at the orphanage except for one girl, one girl almost just like her.

At that time poor Maria Fanta moved around in her sleep not knowing there was another child, almost like her on the front doorstep. Nor did Luna know then that she would be having a very wonderful surprise awaiting her in ten years, but also would turn into a tie severing situation. I guess during every suffering there is a treasure at the end.
People of every magical kind everywhere were celebrating in secret and cheering together, late into the night, pure ignorance shadowing the future drinking to the witches' health, "To Luna and Liana Bynes, the young witches who defeated the Death Lord!"