WORLD OF PREJUDICES

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's characters, just the plot.

A/N: I rated my story T for a bit of language…not much. This first chapter is a bit boring as I wanted to give a feel for Luna's situation so bare with me, but if I get good reviews (hint! hint!) I will continue and get to the interesting bits! No Draco or Harry yet, but there will be heaps of them later on don't worry! Sorry bout any grammar mistakes I updated it right after I wrote it! Well remember its my first fic so plz review and let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Luna awkwardly scurried down the second floor corridor and made her way up along the same path she had taken numerous times before, to Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She started to pick up her pace and her uneven walking turned into more of a jog. The same group of sixth year Slytherins who had tormented her only minutes ago seemed to be like a rainy cloud burdening and following her wherever she went. Their pug-like faces, full of loathing and selfishness staring only at her. One member of the group, Pansy Parkinson stepped towards her and flicked her dirty blonde hair into Luna's eyes and spat on her as she passed. "Loony Luna is too fucked up to face the real world! It's a shame your bloody mother isn't alive to see what a mess you have become, like father, like daughter!", shouted Pansy at the top of her voice. Many people in the corridor stopped and turned to see who was making all the commotion, and many of them after seeing she was yet another typical Slytherin, turned back around and went about their business, ignoring the interruption.

Luna could now feel her face burning, she almost felt as if she could cook an omelet on her flushed cheeks. She knew better than to cry in front of people, it wasn't because she was ashamed to. Luna wasn't ashamed of anything. It was because she didn't want to give her tormentors the satisfaction of seeing her weak side and knowing that they could get her down so easily. Luna often spent nights crying herself to sleep, hoping that things could just fix themselves up over night. Unfortunately, life wasn't like that and she began to block out all the negative things that were happening around her. As much as she tried she couldn't forget some of the terrible things people said about her dead mother. Luna didn't really care what they said about herself, but when they talked about her parents like that she felt awful. With each day a great tightness grew in her chest and more and more she was being locked inside herself unable to run away or escape for good. Except of course, 'Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom' served as her temporary getaway from reality.

The group of Slytherins, including Pansy Parkinson soon lost interest in Luna and spotted their next victim who was an innocent looking first year Hufflepuff boy, with an unusually big, red wart on his nose. Luna couldn't hear what they were saying to him because the only thing on her mind was the deserted opening of Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. She managed to catch one word that they kept on repeating…Rudolf.

Luna could feel her heart pounding less forcefully against her ribs as she stepped into her safe haven. Although the whole place was reeking of an overwhelming stench, she felt much more comfortable in here rather than being in the harsh world that lay beyond the bathroom doors. She had been coming here since she was in third year and was here most afternoons. Not once had she bumped into someone while she was here, except for obviously the infamous Moaning Myrtle. None of the girls seemed to be very fond of her and it is quite evident that Luna has been her only visitor for many years. Luna never minded talking to Myrtle, but she felt that she couldn't really confide in her because she was so wrapped up in herself. Conversations with her were not the most interesting thing in the world either. Myrtle's idea of a fascinating topic to discuss would be one about what features makes a toilet perfect. From experience Luna learned that once she gets started, it is impossible to stop her and it goes on for hours. Luna could never imagine how anyone could possibly talk so long about such a dull and simple thing as a toilet. But for a ghost who has been spending over 16 years in a bathroom, it doesn't seem like such a crazy obsession after all. On many occasions Luna would patiently sit and listen with full concentration for about the first two minutes and then, would completely tune out and gaze absentmindedly at nothing in particular, losing herself in her thoughts.

Not wanting to start another long and boring conversation about toilets with Myrtle, Luna tiptoed as quietly as she could past each cubicle until she came upon her favourite one right at the end of the row. Myrtle was nowhere to be seen surprisingly, but Luna suspected that she was probably sleeping in one of the u-bends. Careful not make too much noise she locked the door behind her and with a sigh of relief she slumped down onto the closed toilet seat. Out of her breast pocket she pulled out her journal and gazed out the window. The thing she liked most about this certain toilet was that it was the only one with a window. Luna could see everything from where she was sitting, the Forbidden Forest, the greenhouse, the great lake, the Quidditch pitch and occasionally she could glimpse the huge figure of Hagrid stomping around and disappearing into the thick forest.

In her journal Luna would write a collection of poems and messy notes here and there. It was her dearest possession and she felt that it was the only thing that she could express her truest feelings in. It was her daily routine; she would come here and write in her journal, and relax knowing that no one could bother her while she was here.

It started to grow dark outside and it seemed like time was passing so quick that Luna wasn't aware that she missed out on dinner. Neither was she aware that another person was entering the bathroom and slowly making his way to the sink.