A/N: I decided to write a series of short stories/drabbles about Luna during her early childhood years because truth be told, there aren't nearly enough of those.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I most certainly have no intention of making money off my stories.
Pandora Lovegood looked fondly at the little bundle in her arms.
"She's beautiful," she said softly to her husband, Xenophilius. And indeed she was, with her small tuft of blonde hair and wide, silvery eyes.
That night, after Pandora had gently placed the newborn into the bassinette, she glanced out of the window at the moon looking down on the both of them. And at that moment she knew just what she wanted to name her daughter.
She planted a soft kiss on the sleeping infant's forehead. "Sweet dreams, my Luna."