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Light of Luna

Chapter 2-- The Quest set in Order

The house was a mess. There were newspapers strewn all over the floor, tea spilled on the rug, and the couch's pillows were askew. This was rather unusual, since my dad was a neat freak. My dad, however, noticed no difference at all.

"Dad? What happened here?" I nervously asked, still shocked by my surroundings.

"Oh, I've been up late the past weeks, trying to look for interesting things in the newspapers." Then, spotting the bewildered look on my face he added "Oh, just to not let anything in the world of the press slip by John Lovegood's fingers. I want to be upbeat with the news, not just stay back in my world that's about a week and a half slow."

This still didn't make sense. I thought at it for a minute, and it sounded a bit like my father hadn't been telling the complete truth- or maybe not even the truth at all. Whatever the truth might be, it didn't seem real important at the moment. It seemed more important to me to try and remember what spell it was to make my stuff levitate to save me the trouble of lifting it upstairs to my room.

No- not 'wingardium leviosa'… that only makes things hover… I thought, trying to recall the spell that I learned in Charms class a couple years back. Maybe I could stand at the front of my room and use the Summoning Charm… wait- what if they went straight through the ceiling or damaged themselves trying to get upstairs? Nah, that won't work. Besides, I never mastered that charm anyway. Argh… what was that charm? L, starts with an l, I know that… floating stuff, levitating stuff… starts with an l, oh… This was really getting on my nerves. Now, it figured that why should I bother with magic, and just instead haul it up the good old-fashioned Muggle way? Sound of l-o, lo, lo… WAIT! Ahh, I finally got it. Knew it was in my brain someplace.

"Locomotor Trunks!"

In an instant, my Hogwarts stuff sprung from the floor and followed my every move. Wasting no time before the charm wore off; I walked up the stairs to my room.

My room, in midst of the wreckage of the house, had still retained its perfect spotlessness. I was very glad of this. I hated it when my dad would go poking around my room when I wasn't home. I freed my trunks from levitation, and plopped down on my bed.

Thought raced through my mind as I just laid there. Ginny and her soon-to-be fiancé, Harry; my father's lies about the disorganized house; what I would do for a job once I actually thought about getting one…

And before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

DREAM

This place looked familiar… so familiar… blurry once more… when was I here before? If only I could remember…

"Luna?" called a young male voice, making me jump. He was standing right in front of me, looking blurred at the edges. "You've forgotten your duty."

"What? I don't know who you are, but you look strangely familiar. Where am I?" I questioned nervously.

"My name is Cael Frennen, and you are once more in the real-life dreamland. Your memory of it is slipping. I suggest you read the back of your letter before it is too late."

The back of my—what? Wait... oh! My letter! I remember now! Why had I forgotten…?

END DREAM

"Luna… Luna! Wake up, dear!" shouted a very annoying voice. I opened my eyes very reluctantly. Argh. It was my dad.

"Wh-wuzgoinon?" I said very groggily.

"I thought you might want some dinner." He said, apparently not caring that he woke me up from something very important.

I groaned, wanting to fall asleep and re-enter the real-life dreaming place or what ever Sir Quagrid called it. Before slamming my head back down on my comfy pillow, I told him "Fine. I'll be down in a minute. I'm just tired from the journey, that's all."

He nodded, and headed down the stairs to the kitchen. I lay there upon my bed, looking up at the walls surrounding me. A dazzling shade of light green they were, and the pale purple curtains hung above my windows greatly complimented them. On one of my walls, a great bulletin board hung, completely covered in pictures moving about. My favorite one was always the picture of the train ride to Hogwarts my fifth year. I was seated at the end of the compartment, looking into an upside-down The Quibbler with my wand stuck behind my left ear; Harry and Ron were seated by the door, deep in conversation on how to do Malfoy in; Hermione reading ahead of everyone (as always); Neville petting his Mimbulus mimbletonia (plant thingy); and Ginny staring out the window at the beautiful scenery. The picture was taken when Colin Creevey came into our compartment, looking for Harry.

I let out a small giggle. I forgot I used to be so dreary. Well, maybe I still am, but I don't really care. I guess most of it just went away once Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville graduated. I can get real dreary when I'm around someone I like, and I had a crush on Harry. I gladly got over it last year. I'd never had a boyfriend, and didn't ever expect to get one. No boy every found me interesting. Maybe I can start new and find a guy once I get a decent job after my current one… speaking of…

I pulled the note out of the left pocket of my robes. It was a bit crumpled from sleeping on it. Just as I turned it over to see the backside letter, I heard my father's impatient voice from the kitchen.

"Luna? Come on downstairs! Dinner's getting cold!"

I quickly put the letter on the desk opposite my bedroom door and went to eat dinner with my dad.


"So how was Hogwarts, honey? Meet anyone new?" asked my father, now cutting up his pork chops.

"The only new people there would be to meet would be the first years. But they're terrified of practically everything, so it's hard to get a word out of them. A fair few got really comfortable and wouldn't dare miss a chance to talk with someone older than them, so I was wise and stayed away from them. The only people who I actually enjoyed talking to were Ginny and Colin last year."

My father nodded, and took a bite of his bread roll. As soon as he swallowed, he said "Have you fixed up a job yet, honey?" seeing my head signify the answer 'no', he continued. "Good. I have a great job lined up for you in The Quibbler. How'd you like to be a reporter? A printer? Junior editor?"

I groaned under my breath. I certainly did not want to do anything involving grammar and writing. I stunk at the stuff. Before Hermione left the school, I enlisted her help on many occasions. I wanted to do something like creating spells. That always caught my attention when mentioned in Charms class. I was remotely good in Charms, so maybe I could work in the department in the Ministry to make charms!

I didn't dare tell this to my father. He would be so disappointed. Ever since my mother died, the only thing he lives for anymore is The Quibbler and me. Now that I'm of age, I'm going to eventually move out and The Quibbler will become his life. He'd probably not want me to go, but I don't really like the idea of living with my father my whole life…

I then stopped thinking about that and continued eating my dinner. What did it matter now, anyway? I had a job to do, although I'm still now quite sure what it is…

I would soon find out.


I was back upstairs in my bedroom, finally with nothing to disturb me. I looked over at my desk where the letter lay. I slowly walked over to it and plopped down on my bed with it held in my hands as though it were made of porcelain. I took off the cord that held it bound, and turned it over. I had seen this writing before back in the Ravenclaw 7th year girl's dormitory, just hadn't bothered to read it. Now, I finally did. Hm… the writing looked smaller, probably because there was so much written down.

My dearest Luna Lovegood,

Your mission to help me out is written below. I cannot say all that I would like to on this piece of parchment, however. The rest of this mission you will have to learn about in this place that I will have you go to. I wish you the best of luck, seeing that this may not be such an easy task for most people.

The people whose lives are at stake are in no grave danger right now, but they soon will be. I know their names, their ages, profiles, etc. This may come as a bit of a shock to you, seeing as you will know most of them. It may also strengthen you to get this accomplished, seeing as you will most likely not want them to perish. Here are their profiles:

Ginny Weasley

Age: 18

Residence: The Burrow

Family: 6 brothers, mother, father, soon-to-be fiancé

Looks: Long red hair, brown eyes, 5'6", freckles, fair complexion, usually wearing secondhand robes

Occupation: Training to be a Healer (St. Mungo's)

Hermione Granger

Age: 19

Residence: The Burrow for the time being

Family: father (Muggle), mother (Muggle), fiancé

Looks: Long, bushy brown hair, brown eyes, 5'5", fair complexion, wears either black robes, dark green or dark purple

Occupation: Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures worker

Frederick Weasley

Age: 21

Residence: #93, Diagon Alley, 894 Breanne Lane

Family: 5 brothers (one being his twin), sister, mother, father, wife, son

Looks: Regular male length red hair, freckles, fair complexion, hazel eyes, 5'11.5", hardly seen out of the company of his twin, usually wears robes of deep plum

Occupation: Co-manager of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, #93, Diagon Alley

George Weasley

Age: 21

Residence: #93, Diagon Alley, 895 Breanne Lane

Family: 5 brothers (one being his twin), sister, mother, father, wife, daughter

Looks: Regular male length red hair, freckles, fair complexion, hazel eyes, 5'11", hardly seen out of the company of his twin, usually wears robes of deep forest green

Occupation: Co-manager of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, #93, Diagon Alley

Michael Corner

Age: 18

Residence: 352 Fallody Drive

Family: 2 sisters, mother, father

Looks: Short brown hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, 5'7", wears brown robes

Occupation: Janitor in St. Mungo's

Omweid Renovyk

Age: 25

Residence: 78364 Turaitieve St.

Family: father (dec. 1982), mother, ex-wife, son (dec. 1995)

Looks: Regular male length blond hair, green eyes, fair complexion, 6'1", wears dark and usually very dusty blue robes

Occupation: Hog's Head In-training bartender

Neville Longbottom

Age: 19

Residence: 3247 Overlook Pass

Family: mother (insane, at St. Mungo's), father (insane, at St. Mungo's), old guardian was grandmother

Looks: a round face, regular male length brown hair, a few freckles, fair complexion, 5' 9", wears dark red robes

Occupation: Auror

Now for my instructions: I need for you to obtain the items hidden in my old house and put them in their proper place along with something else. I died, unfortunately, after I hid those items from prying eyes, and here's the reason why I need you to put them back: I was invited into the real-life dreamland much like you, but only to be visited by my old master who trained me to become a knight. My curse, which was bestowed upon me a couple days after I had left the dreamland, was considered one of the worst. I was cursed with what is called the Death Blindness. If I did not find the countercurse in time (I had two weeks), then I would die. I had found the cure, but it wasn't anything as simple as just reciting a spell or mixing a potion. I was forced to gather all-important and well protected items into a certain spot in my house, and I would be cured. Most all of the items I had to gather were moderately easy to get will my knowledge of magic, but there was one item that I failed to obtain. I had to gather the seven wizards and witches that possessed the magical Servitial blood. They would only need to have a drop of it in their veins to suffice. I did not know that all of these beings who possessed the blood were all to exist in the future, long after I and all men of the fifteenth century would perish. Back then we could not travel to the future, and I do not know if you can travel to the future, still. These seven beings would have to place their wand hand on the place where I was supposed to gather all of the items and, along with the other objects, would together cure me.

Since I am dead, it would seem that the cure would no longer work for me since the curse killed me before I was able to gather the cure. Even though if you complete this tack by finding all of these people and putting them in the proper place with those hidden items, I will still remain dead. However, it is necessary that you do this, because the beings that possess the precious Servitial blood will die soon if my cure has not been come together. This is so because their Servitial blood is dying, and can only be rejuvenated if gathered together with the other blood holders to perform the cure. The Servitial blood is only there in that person for only purpose: to serve for a vital purpose. That purpose was to be part of my cure, but since I failed to snag them from the future, their Servitial blood is not getting its chance to serve, so therefore it has no purpose to exist. The being would die with it. When the cure has been bestowed upon me, the blood within them will be rejuvenated, and it will just turn into normal blood. Everything will become normal after that, of course. You will not have to visit the real-life dreamland any longer.

I bet you are wondering how the real-life dreamland came into existence, and how I can contact you through even though I am dead and in my time I knew nothing of you. The answer is this: My father was one of the greatest wizards of his time. He was very curious about dreams, and wanted a place where he could never, ever be disturbed. So, he created the real-life dreamland where he could never have any of his annoying dreams and have some peace and quiet. He taught me how to gain access into it, and how to bring people into it. From fear that I would die, I sealed a piece of my mind into it. It did not prevent me from dying, however. My thought would just still linger there. I knew what was going on in the world outside of my real-life dreamland, too; I brought in a young man that I found extremely trustworthy (Cael X. Frennen), making him my messenger boy. When the time was right, I brought you in. Now here you are. Just to let you know, my mind in here will exist through all ages, even after you die.

Before I conclude this message, I reckon you are wondering why I chose you to do this, and not any other person possibly more trustworthy and smarter. My reasons are unquestionable, and true. I couldn't not choose you, for you are in a prophecy made in my time, see? The only thing that confused me at first was where it called you the 'heart-felt moon girl'. Once I discovered you, I knew what it meant. That was your name, in code. Luna means moon, and Lovegood I thought must obviously mean the 'heart-felt' part. You are the only one that prophecy describes.

My best wishes for you on your quest and with your curse.

Sincerely,

Sir Waeden John Cierria Quagrid

P.S. Cael Frennen, if you would like to get to know him, lives on 498206 Grevyn Lane, Bristol. I believe that is somewhere nearby where you take residence for the time being.

I finished reading. I was breathing very heavily by now, and beat that my heart produced seemed to shake my entire body.

I lay back on my bed. Why me? I thought. A prophecy about me… it seems impossible…

But I knew what I had to do. I couldn't just let my friends listed in the letter die! It would be inhuman, just crude, letting someone just die. I wouldn't let that happen. Even though they most likely wouldn't know it, their lives depended on me. I had to save their very lives.

I wouldn't let them down.

On Sir Waeden John Cierria Quagrid's grave, I would not let them down.


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