The Diary of a Dreamer

(A/N): This is Luna Lovegood's diary. This takes place in her fourth year.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Dear Diary,

Dad gave me this diary as a present for going into my fourth year at Hogwarts. He says that the more years you gain, the more complex your emotions become. I guess I'll take his word for it.

The proper way, I think, to start off a diary is to introduce myself. My name is Luna Lovegood. I am fourteen years old and I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Erm, that's it. And yes, I know it's pathetic, but it's the best I have for now.

Anyway, today I arrived at Hogwarts. Dad was almost crying when I left, because once again he would have to be alone for another nine months. He hasn't been the same since Mum died five years ago. She liked experimenting with spells. She was trying to invent a spell to improve sight so no one had to wear glasses, like my father. This resulted in her body being completely turned inside-out.

Dad was a much happier man when my mum was alive. He used to sing loudly and off-key to announce his presence when he got home from work. He also used to recall excitedly how he had heard a Crumple-Horned Snorcack. These days there was no more singing and no more exciting stories from him. However, he still had me, but only for a couple months out of the year.

So back to Hogwarts. I was on the train and I went in an empty compartment, as no one in their right mind seems to want to sit with Loony Lovegood. I got out the newest episode of the Quibbler (Dad's the editor) and began to read it. I was in the middle of trying to find out how to turn my enemy's ears into kumquats when, amazingly enough, people walked into my compartment. One of them happened to be Harry Potter.

I stated this to him, and he seemed rather taken aback. For some reason he fascinated me, not because of the whole downfall of You-Know-Who thing, but something else. I stared at him for a while, and even though he seemed thoroughly unnerved, I still kept staring. He wasn't necessarily good-looking, though he did have beautiful eyes. Ginny Weasley, however, had also been in the same compartment, along with a fifth year I had never met whose name was Neville Longbottom. Ginny kept on laughing at me, thinking that I couldn't see her doing so.

I also met Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley today, Harry Potter's two best friends. Ron is a very amusing fellow. He made a joke today that was probably the funniest thing I had ever heard. But that Hermione Granger…grr. I can not stand that sad excuse for a human. Well she can't be entirely human, because that hair looks like it comes from a Lingot Lumperskins- a creature who suffocates its prey with their mass amount of tangled hair.

Not that she'd believe in them, since she has to have every piece of evidence stuck under her nose. One thing that Dad has taught me is to believe in the impossible. Believing in the impossible creates dreams, which we all need. We can't all be built with nothing but solid fact.

Then we got out of the train. I saw the horses again- they were another reason why everyone thought Loony Lovegood was insane. I still found them beautiful and majestic however. But then something happened that surprised me. Harry and Ron were arguing about something, and from what I heard, Harry could see the horses too. I tried to reassure him, but when I did he seemed thoroughly unconvinced of their existence.

Then, I believe I have found my new worst enemy. Professor Umbridge. She gave just about the dullest speech imaginable, prompting me to find that darn spell how to turn my enemy's ears into kumquats. She definitely seemed like the type of person who was built from fact, and nothing else. No emotion, no anything.

And now I'm tired, and everyone is in this dorm looking at me very oddly.

(A/N): Yeah, that whole thing was kind of random. Reviews please?