TITLE: Our Family Secret
FANDOM: HP/BtVS
AUTHOR: Dizzy Flower
PART: 1/?
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Luna has to research an ancestor for History of Magic. When she stumbles across one Drusilla Rose Kent, she has to know what happens to her. And if that means a trip across the pond- well, they do say blood's thicker than water. Answer to Gidgetgirl's Loopy Challenge.
DISCLAIMER: BtVS and Angel belongs to Joss Whedon. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. The plot belongs to the wonderful, fantastic, creative GODDESS Gidgetgirl.

Our Family Secret

Chapter 1-

What A Name

Idly Luna reached up to her ear to play with the butter beer corks hanging off it, Professor Trelawney's voice fading to a dull whine in the background. The picture of the Grim in her Divination book gave a little growl at her, and Luna moved her quill so it hovered over it threateningly. "Don't make me write on you," Luna whispered to it.

The Grim put its tail between its legs.

Luna patted the picture on the head with the tip of her index finger and focussed back on her Professor.

"To those who are gifted, the divine secrets of the astral plains are freely available…"

A few seconds told Luna that she hadn't missed anything vital, and so she glanced back down at her book. She moved her quill to the right margin of the book, missing the Grim's shudder of relief. She let her mind drift for a few moments, the quill in her hand scratching little shapes on to the parchment. To an observer it would have looked like Luna was deep in thought writing notes, and that was exactly the effect she was after. Divination was hardly her favourite subject- in fact Luna was at a complete loss to explain why she'd picked it in the first place. Yes, it had sounded romantic and mystical, but it had also sounded like a load of codswallop and wishy-washy nonsense. In her opinion she would have been better off with Arithmancy.

"For some of you, the position of the stars will aid your mind and help you to better understand your homework topic for tonight. But for the rest," here Professor Trelawney paused to give a deeply aggrieved sigh, "I am afraid that both the position of your birth sign and your lack of concentration today will combine to make this topic very hard indeed."

A few girls down the front giggled shrilly, and Professor Trelawney graced them with a benign smile. "You are dismissed."

Luna slammed her book shut and stuffed her quill and inkpot into her book bag. Standing up she looked back down at the desk to pick up her wand.

It wasn't there.

She wasn't overly worried. It was a strange day if at least one of her things wasn't taken.

"Hey, Loony," Graham Doncaster sneered from behind her, and Luna turned to face him.

"Yes, Graham?" She asked calmly, although she knew what he wanted. The prat had her wand, she knew it.

"Looking for something?" He asked with a snicker, his hand coming out from behind his back, her wand twirling between his fingers.

"Please give that back, Graham, History of Magic's next," Luna said in resigned voice. She shouldn't feel upset after all these years, Luna told herself sternly. She should be used to them taking her things. It shouldn't bother her anymore.

"Tell someone who cares," Graham replied snidely, moving to put her wand in his pocket.

"What is happening here?"

Luna had never been so relieved to hear Professor Trelawney's voice.

"Nothing," Graham scowled, and threw Luna back her wand. Luna's reflexes were too slow, though, and the wand fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Typical," Graham snorted, and slouched away.

Luna bent down to pick up the wand and gritted her teeth together. It shouldn't bother her.

"Are you alright, dear?" Trelawney asked, peering forward with her bug-eyes when Luna stood up.

"Oh, yes," Luna answered quickly, her pale eyes widening in surprise at Professor Trelawney's question.

"The inner eye sees all," Professor Trelawney reminded Luna grandly, and Luna felt the sudden urge to roll her eyes. "I think it is time for you to get to class."

"Yes, professor," Luna said, and began stepping backwards in her haste to get away. When her feet hit the trap door, she quickly turned around and climbed down as quickly as possible. Some people said that she was weird, but Luna knew that Trelawney definitely had it all over her.

History of Magic wasn't her favourite class either, Luna reflected as she hurried to get to class on time. Professor Binns wasn't exactly the most inspiring teacher, and the subject he taught wasn't particularly exciting. Her last History of Magic lesson had been fun, though, as Binns had somehow managed to catch a cold. Luna wasn't sure how that was possible, Binns being a ghost and all, but somehow it had happened. The force of Binns' sneezes had made the ghost fly backwards, and every few minutes he would propel through the blackboard.

Luna spied the doorway to the History of Magic classroom at the end of the hallway and hurried to get there before the last students did. She was too late, though, with the last person except for herself settling in to a seat just as she stepped through the door. There was only one desk left, and that one desk was next to Graham Doncaster.

Taking a deep breath, Luna shyly approached the desk. "Is anyone sitting here?"

Graham looked up from talking with his friends to fix Luna with a glare. "Yes, so bugger off."

"Who?" Luna asked. Graham knew as well as her that the entire class was already there.

"None of your business, Loony," Graham replied, and turned back to his friends.

"Miss Lovegood, get to your seat," A very un-Binns like voice said sharply, and Luna scrambled onto the chair just as Professor Snape stepped up to the blackboard. "Professor Binns is in the Infirmary at the moment so I will be your teacher for the time being," he said as way of an introduction before turning back to the blackboard. "Please get out a clean sheet of parchment."

There was a rustle of movement as everyone dived into their book bags for some parchment and a quill. Luna reached into her own and pulled out a rather tattered roll, as well as a sugar quill that hadn't run out. Everyone looked up expectantly at Professor Snape.

"I have looked through your course outline and the topics you have studied and I have been surprised with the amount of assessments you receive," Professor Snape began, and someone let out a groan.

"Five points from Ravenclaw for your attitude, Brookes," Snape shot out lazily, and Luna saw Roland Brookes stifle another groan.

"As you should know if you've been paying attention, you're currently studying wizarding life in the nineteenth century. Due to what you have studied I have found your knowledge of this subject woefully deficient, but owing to time constraints I don't have the time to teach you many of the elements about life in the eighteen-hundreds. I doubt many of you have the brain capacity to understand what I'm saying anyway, so I've decided I not to waste time for the both of us. So," Professor Snape picked up a pile of papers on his desk that Luna hadn't noticed before and handed them to a Hufflepuff to distribute, "I have written an assignment for you that I think will be beneficial. You are to research an ancestor who lived in the nineteenth century- personal details, what their classes and uniforms were like, etc. You will be in pairs- purebloods and muggleborns. This way you will all have an ancestor to research, even if you are the first of your family to come to Hogwarts." Professor Snape's gaze went around the room, sizing each one of them up. "It's due in two weeks. I would advise those of you who are less academically inclined to make the most of this assessment- it will be the easiest you will get in this class from now on."

"Wot? You mean Professor Binns isn't coming back?" Roland asked before he could help himself.

"Another ten points, Brookes, for not putting up your hand and for not listening to me when I explained my purpose here earlier. As I mentioned before, Professor Binns is in the infirmary for an undisclosed period of time. As I am the only teacher whose free classes match these ones, I will be taking you until further notice." Petra Spinelli handed a sheet to Luna before moving on to Graham. Luna looked down at the piece of parchment.

History of Magic

-Wizarding Life in the Nineteenth Century

In pairs, research the life of…

The words began to blur in front of her. Luna had practically switched off the moment she heard Snape utter the words 'in pairs', and seeing it written in front of her made it worse.

She dreaded partner assignments for two reasons; one, no-one ever wanted to go with her; and two, she never wanted to go with anyone either. Teachers didn't take requests to work by your own well though, Luna thought ruefully, and she lifted her eyes from the parchment in front of her to glance half-heartedly around the room for possible partners.

"Well? What are you waiting for for? Get in partners!" Snape's voice rang out, and Luna slowly lifted herself to her feet. All around her people were dashing about finding partners, and they rapidly seemed to be pairing off. Luna decided to get her act together before she had to go with someone like Graham. Her eyes rested on Petra, who standing by herself. Bracing herself for a rebuttal, Luna walked quickly towards her. "Are you with anyone, Petra?" Luna asked as soon as she was close enough.

"Er," Petra blanched, and looked around wildly for a partner.

"Petra, want to be partners?" Another Hufflepuff girl interrupted, and with a grateful look on her face Petra accepted. "Er, sorry Loon-Luna."

"Doesn't matter," Luna muttered, as the people in pairs began to sit down. Soon there were only a few left; less now; only three people-

Luna went as stiff as a statue as she realised she was the only person left standing. Her palms went clammy and her eyes dropped to look at the ground.

"Where's your partner, Miss Lovegood-oh, you haven't one," Snape's unsurprised tone of voice made Luna more miserable. "Never mind. You're a pureblood, aren't you?"

Luna nodded: yes.

"Work by yourself then. I just hope you're better at History of Magic than you are at Potions- that shouldn't be hard, though."

There were a few sniggers.

"Yes, sir," Luna answered miserably, and trudged back to her desk. She tried to make her face as cool and blank as possible- it was hard, but it meant she wouldn't get teased as much for being partnerless than she would be if she was partnerless and crying about it.

"Please get out the parchment I asked for earlier. There's a simple spell that will allow you to trace back your ancestors without researching through hundreds of old books."

Moving Professor Snape's sheet to one side, Luna looked down at the one he had requested for.

"Hold your wand firmly and say, 'Faminvenio."

Holding her wand in her right hand, Luna pointed at the centre of the parchment and said firmly, "Faminvenio!"

Nothing happened for a moment, and Luna wilted a bit. Something else for her housemates to tease her about. Suddenly, a little pinprick of ink appeared at the bottom of the parchment. Luna bent close for a better look. The blot of ink became bigger, and Luna could just make out her own name. Two tiny lines branched off, and Luna watched as her parents' names took shape. Luna moved back a bit as the spider web of black names expanded on her parchment. Sounds of amazement from other tables told her that everyone else was watching their family tree grow as well.

"Finite Incantatem to stop the spell when you find an ancestor in the eighteen-hundreds!" Professor Snape's voice rang out, and Luna looked to her left to find Roland Brooks' family tree had trickled down the desk and was rapidly branching out on the floor. "Idiot boy!" Snape was hissing, looking slightly beleaguered, "Do you how hard it is to get ink off these desks?"

Luna looked back to her own family tree. Squinting to read the spindly writing, Luna spotted a few dates in the eighteen-hundreds and began to follow the path of her family tree more carefully. As soon as a date in the seventeen-hundreds appeared she said softly, "Finite Incantatem!"

Instantly the family tree stopped growing, as if the 'off' button had been switched. Luna lifted the parchment up to her face to get a better look. "Wow," she whispered. Every square inch was covered in names and dates. Luna hadn't really given much thought to her ancestors before. The Lovegoods weren't the type of family that cared about bloodlines, and they didn't have a family tree on a tapestry or on the inside of a bible somewhere. "As long as you're happy, I'm happy," her father always said. "I don't care if you fall in love with a goblin- just as long as you like him."

"I have a feeling some of you will be surprised with your ancestors," Professor Snape cut in to Luna's ramblings. She looked up curiously. "I'm afraid some bloodlines aren't as pure as they think they are."

Everyone turned to look at the Slytherins in the class, who were sitting by themselves at the back. They all scowled, and Luna quickly looked back towards the front.

"Pick a name, any one. I've booked this class into the library for the rest of the lesson, so choose one now and then you won't have an excuse for wasting time."

Luna looked back down at the parchment and felt her heart sink. There were so many names it was hard to pick one. It was the luck of the draw, really, Luna thought to herself. She could pick someone who was a virtual unknown with no records; or, on the other hand, she could pick someone who was really well known and had entire books devoted to them. In the end, Luna decided she'd choose the person who had the most interesting name, and by Merlin, there were some shockers. Thomasine Cantolina Lovegood? Dorianne Hester Parsons? Lothar Montgomery Gill? Drusilla Rose Kent? Drusilla Rose Kent wasn't actually that bad, she had to admit, but 'Drusilla'? Who in their right mind would name their child Drusilla? She couldn't talk though- her own full name was Luna Mildred Lovegood.

Luna looked down at Drusilla's birth date- 4th April, 1847. There was no date of death.

Luna's curiosity was piqued. How could someone's death date not show up on a magic family tree? That was the entire point of using magic for the project- it could find out details like that even if they were never reported to the ministry.

Luna's mother had always told her curiosity killed the cat, and Luna had always believed her, especially after her mother's inquisitiveness got her killed. But Luna couldn't see anything overly dangerous about Drusilla Kent, and so she mind up her mind that finding out about Drusilla Kent would be her new project.

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There was nothing about a Drusilla Rose Kent in the school records. Luna had looked and looked and looked. She had thought that perhaps Drusilla was a muggle- but then she remembered she would have had to be something magical to block the family tree spell. Finally, when she'd almost decided to choose another ancestor, Luna discovered a name in one of the school records, almost covered by the loopy script of the name written above it.

1860 Drusilla Rose Kent- Sorted to Ravenclaw

That was all. It also explained why Luna hadn't found her yet- Drusilla had been thirteen when she'd first arrived at Hogwarts. Luna wondered why. Maybe she'd been out of the country the year she'd turned eleven; or maybe she'd been ill.

That was probably a mystery that would remain unsolved, Luna decided, and left it at that. There were more interesting things- Drusilla had been in Ravenclaw! Logically Luna knew that houses shouldn't matter, but she was glad Drusilla was in the same house as she was. In a strange way it made her feel more connected to her.

Crossing over to another shelf, Luna stopped in front of a long row of blue, leather-bound books. These were the Ravenclaw house records- anyone who had ever been in Ravenclaw was listed here. The records were in alphabetical order, and so Luna went straight to the K-L book. She pulled it out, staggering slightly with its weight, and wobbled back to her desk. She flipped to the 'K' section, looking for Kent.

It wasn't very hard to find. Kent was quite a common name after all. After a little more looking, Luna found the entry for Drusilla.

Drusilla Rose Kent 1860-1861

Subjects Taken: Transfiguration

Potions

Charms

Herbology

Protection Against Dark Arts

Another shock. Drusilla had only been at Hogwarts for a year. What could have happened to her? Perhaps she caught a sickness and died, Luna thought romantically. The more mundane explanation was probably that her parents had taken her out. She'd come late and left early, Luna surmised. Curious. Luna dropped down to the rest of the entry. It was Drusilla's report for that year. Hogwarts had used to record all the marks and comments about a student in the house records, but had stopped about thirty years ago when too many people had complained. After all, no one wanted strangers to look through their school reports. Luckily for Luna, though, Drusilla's records were all intact. She was an average student, Luna found, much like herself. Her teachers wrote that Drusilla didn't concentrate in class and appeared to be lost in her own world. People had written that about Luna as well.

As Professor Snape ordered them to pack up, Luna's mind was fixed on Drusilla. What had happened to her?

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Dumbledore's Army were sitting around having a well-earned rest.

"Hey Luna," Neville Longbottom said unexpectedly, "Can you show me that spell Snape taught you in History?"

Luna nodded, "Of course. But why do you want it?"

"I'm curious. I want to know who my ancestors are."

Luna took out her wand from the sleeve of her robe. "Do you have a piece of parchment we can do it on?" She asked him. Neville shook his head.

Hermione had been listening. "Do it on the floor," she suggested. "I know a spell that can remove the ink really easily."

"Okay," Luna turned to Neville. "The spell's 'Faminvenio."

Neville nodded and pointed his wand towards the floor. A few people had come to watch.

"Faminvenio!" He cried.

"Nothing happened," someone said, disappointedly. Luna shook her head. "Watch," she said, pointing to what looked like a fleck of mud on the ground. The crowded around to look at it closer. "It's my name," Neville whispered.

Swiftly Neville's family tree began to map out on the ground.

"It'll probably go forever, so say 'Finite Incantatem' to stop it," Luna advised, remembering what had happened to Roland Brooks.

Neville watched it for a moment before saying, "Finite Incantatem!"

The map froze.

Neville dropped down on his knees to look at it closely. "This is so cool!" he said, delighted. "I can see my entire family!"

"Fascinating," Hermione muttered, enthralled. She traced some of the names on the stone. "Hey Neville, did you know you had Scandinavian ancestors?"

Neville shook his head. "Nope. Where are they?"

Hermione pointed. "Here. See, one Anders Larsson. He had a sister called Aud."

Ginny had been one of the people to come over and watch. "Aud?" she asked with a twitch of her lips. "What a name."

"The ancestor I'm studying is called Drusilla," Luna chipped in.

"Drusilla?" Ginny gave a very unlady-like snort. "Now that is bad. It's a name from one of those gothic bodice-rippers my mum reads."

"And you read when you think no one's watching," Hermione teased her.

Ginny blushed. "Oh, come one, Hermione. Some of them are quite good."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Give me Hogwarts: A History any day," she replied.

Suddenly, an idea came to Luna. "You might be able to help me, actually, Hermione," she said slowly, thinking it through.

"With what?" Hermione asked curiously, looking up from the tree on the ground.

"My ancestor didn't have a date of death."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure?" When Luna nodded, she frowned. "That's odd. I wouldn't have thought it was possible to fool a spell like this one."

"Do you have any ideas what might've happened to her?" Luna asked eagerly.

"What was her name again?" Hermione asked, standing and brushing her hands off on her thighs.

"Drusilla Rose Kent," Luna answered promptly.

"Have you looked for her anywhere else?" Hermione asked.

"I looked her up in the school records, but she was only here a year," Luna replied.

"That's interesting…" Hermione trailed off, her face clouding in thought. "You don't think she moved to another school? Durmstrang or Beauxbatons?"

"I thought that, but I don't know how to find out. She might also have gone to Australia or America. Lots of people moved there then, didn't they?"

Hermione nodded. "Yeah…but that still doesn't account for her missing date of death."

"There's probably a really simple explanation for it," Luna said as Hermione cleared away the ink and they started making their way back to their respective common rooms, "but I can't think for the life of me what it is."

Hermione nodded, half-listening.

"I mean, wouldn't it be cool if she was still alive?"

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TBC…