Author's Note: Hey so I decided to post the first chapters together. They're already up on AO3 anyway.

Disclaimer: Also forgot to do one of these! They don't really pop so much on AO3. Maybe no one does this anymore? Well, anyway, I don't own Harry Potter. Just my weird plot ideas.

December 1991

Silver.

It was everywhere. Her cloths, her arms, her hair.

Silver.

She didn't understand, but she didn't mind having it to wonder about. She'd rather think about it than-She'd rather think about it.

"Daddy, why am I all silver?"

Her dad was holding her very tightly. They were sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace. The flames made the silver turn and twist. (Like a dance that wasn't fun.) The way he held her didn't allow her to see his face, but she didn't mind. Daddy's face was-Daddy's face was.

Daddies don't cry.

"Don't worry, Lunabird. It will go away," he said, but his voice was wrong. It reminded her of an empty jar. And jars should be full of things. They should.

She frowned. That wasn't a very Daddy like answer. Daddy always answered her questions, but he hadn't. She had asked why and he had said it would go away.

But it wouldn't. Not really.

Luna looked at her hand. It looked like she'd dipped it into silver paint. (That would be such a silly thing to do, her- She always said Luna was silly.) Luna shuddered.

"Daddy, who was that man?"

His beard had been long and silver (but not as silver as her). He'd touched his wand to her head and told her-and told her.

"You'll meet him next year." But that didn't answer her question.

Silver.

She couldn't be sure (nothing was sure), but the man (she would meet him next year) he'd pulled something out of her head. Long and stringy and silver. It reminded her of a story she'd heard somewhere, but she couldn't really remember.

Everything was a fuzzy silver haze. How did silver get into eyes? (Silver eyes like an empty jar, tears.) Silver as a young unicorn. Her-She took care of the unicorns behind their house. She took care of them. Her-

"Daddy, can we go see the unicorns?" Unicorns understood everything. They felt everything and they'd always play with her when she felt lonely. (But who could feel lonely with a dad and-with a dad?) The unicorns could help. The unicorns-

"The unicorns have gone away." Gone away, gone away. Away, away, away. (Like a song she didn't want to sing.)

And the Silver, it would go away.

She could see shadows dancing around her so she closed her eyes. (Surely the darkness would also go away.) The insides of her eyelids were Silver.

"Daddy, when is," everything was wrong, "When is Mama coming home?"

She should be there too. Mama, Daddy and Lunabird. That's what they were. What they'd always be. Mamas weren't like unicorns and Silver (and darkness). They weren't supposed to go away. They were like daddies and jars filled with things (good things, happy things, with sliver). Mamas didn't- Mamas didn't.

"You'll see her again someday."

But that didn't answer her question.