Luna Lovegood: I Had a Mother
I had a mother,
She was a beautiful woman.
With hair of gold,
And wide blue eyes.
I used to run to her
Whenever she walked through the door.
I would jump on her,
And we would both fall.
We used to make necklace together,
Of weird things.
Like butterbeer caps,
And diamond rings.
I was nine
When she died.
I saw it all,
How she screamed,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five,
Six
Times.
I never tell anyone about how it happened six times.
But no one asks why,
I like to scream six times.
Or why,
I flinch when I look at potions.
Or why,
I hate the color red.
No one asks why,
I can see horses.
Do they think
I only saw a spider die?
I guess I don't really have any friends.
I guess I'm strange.
Yet I wonder why no one tried,
To comfort me.
One the 8th day of each year,
When I sit in bed and cry,
And cry,
And cry.
They stare at me,
Maybe even wonder,
But they never ask why.
I know Harry asked about her mom, but this story is written during Luna's first year.