Here comes the second chapter...
The bell rang. Professor Snape snapped at me when I answered my question the wrong way. The teachers don't like me very much. I could tell by their tone and attitude towards me. I suppose the only prof that is tolerable towards me is Professor McGonagal.
I walked up the marble stairwell up to the Ravenclaw common room. Oh, how I wish I were in Griffindor at this very moment. Nobody in Ravenclaw likes me. They think I am too weird and senseless. People in Griffindor are a little nicer.
"Hey, Lovegood." Said the boys behind her. "I often wonder why the sorting hat placed you in Ravenclaw. It's obvious that you don't have brainpower. Your just a luna-tic."
They broke off snickering loudly.
"Be strong." I said to myself. "Mother would have told me to forgive them. They don't know what their saying."
I continued to walk on ignoring their cruel comments. When I finally reached my dormitory; my roommates looked at me in disgusted.
"Let's get out before Loony tells us another one of her crazy stories." A girl with blonde hair said as she walked out with her friends.
I closed the door behind me and sank to the floor. Acidic tears ran down my cheek. I brushed it away impatiently.
Why are people so cruel? I am just being myself. Can't I share my experiences with other people? Is it just so hard to be nice? Why am I crying? I promised mother to be strong. I just have to.
I stood up and looked out the window at the full moon.
"Hello my dear friend." I said sadly to it. "You're the only one I can talk to now. I wish you were real, so you can reply me and answer my questions. I know you're a lot smarter than me, but we're related. We're both called moon."
Just then, something caught my eye. I saw a dark shadow across the lawn near the violent tree. I studied it carefully and tried to make out the figure. I couldn't.
"Goodnight my friend." I said to the moon and went to my bed.
I got settled in and took out a book. This book was given to my by my mother and father. It told many stories about the past. Each chapter, the story went a year back. I started reading it when mother passed away. It brought back the memories of her. This chapter began thousands and thousands years ago. It was about a young man that was forbidden to fallen in love with the girl because they were from two very different family histories. I like these stories, they remind me of mother and father. Father was forbidden to marry mother, but he still did. It was like a fairytale.
"Luna." A voice said from behind. "LUNA."
I awoke finding Ginny poking me with her wand. This was History class. This class is most boring of all courses. There's no imagination for the soul.
"Huh?" I said dreamily.
"How was your summer?" Ginny asked happily.
"It was great." I replied. "Father and I went all around the place finding new creatures to write about."
"That cool." She said. "I was wondering if you would want to go to Hogsmade with me next week. I am looking for a winter cloak."
I was surprise with her offer and touched at the same time.
"Of course." I replied immediately. "I'd love too."
"That's great." She said happily. "I am so glad. I always like shopping with a friend."
I finally have a friend. I used to dream of having friends. Even though they were from fairy tales and such, but they were loving and faithful. Ginny Wealsy finally became my friend. I never had one before. I hope to live up to her standards and be as loving and faithful to her as much as possible. Is friendship as beautiful as it seems? I know not. I don't care though; I finally have a friend. Mother would have been so proud.
Ginny looked curiously at me. I smiled at her and decided that history class so the most interesting of all.
"Thank you, Ginny." I said to myself. "I am so glad to have you."
I was practically dancing up the marble stairs after dinner. Ginny and I ate dinner together and talked about many things. I stood at my bedroom window looking at my dear friend, the moon.
"I have someone else to confine my secrets to now." I said. "But you are still my best friend."
Once again, I saw the dark figure lurking on the lawn. I decided to push my luck today and investigate. I crept out of the common room and strolled down the stair to the lawn.
"Harry?" I said as I met the figure.
He turned around and looked at me curiosity
"Is that you Luna?" He asked.
"Yep." I said.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"What are you doing here?" I asked back.
"I am just looking for my memories."
"That cool." I said dreamily, thinking about my book.
"It is?" Harry asked. "Don't you find me weird?"
"Why would I?" I said happily. "You're literally looking for your soul."
"I am?"
"Of course." I said. "Memories make up who you are."
Harry frowned and continued.
"I want to get into the Shrieking Shack." Harry admitted.
"Sure." I encouraged.
"Aren't you going to stop me from doing that?" Harry asked surprised thinking of Ron's reaction when he first mentioned it.
"Why?" I answered. "It's your right. Besides, I think you deserve to regain your memories of your Godfather."
"Sirius." Harry whispered.
"He was a good man." I said. "He saved us."
"He was a good father too." Harry said.
"Come on, your going to see him again soon." I said.
"I've gotten over it already." Harry said sadly. "I know he's dead."
"He isn't." I said with dignity. "They're behind the veil in a world with angels."
"Angels?"
"Yes, angels." I said. "Beautiful angels that take sadness away."
"You think?" Harry said uncertainly.
"Yep." I replied. "I am never wrong on that."
Harry smiled. It was although he hadn't smile for a long time. His smile was odd, but sincere and gay. I smiled dreamily at him.
"Aren't we going into the Shrieking Shack?" I asked.
"Yes." Harry said confidently.
"How are we going to get in?" I asked.
"That question is answered." Harry said as he picked up a stick.
I followed Harry to the edge of the violent tree. He probed the knot with the stick and the tree froze reviling a hole. We slide in.
