A/N hi there, I apologize greatly for the hiatus. My year has been a lot, I'm writing a novel and started college and got a job. It's been one giant headache coupled with massive writer's block on all fanfictions I've had in the works. You may notice a change in my writing style, or not, I think it's gotten better and less sporadic.

August 4th, 1991;

I took a deep calming breath, feeling the effect of pushing myself through work for the past couple months. It was, tiring, to say the least, and lonely. I may have had company but Tom reminded me so much of my father, small talk and worrying about me, that I ended up missing my world. Mr. Hagurdy was fun to talk with about the best books, but there was little more we discussed. The goblins are obviously all business, and the few talks I've had with Sirius have been either awkward or rage-induced conspiring. Once he began reminiscing and I had to constrain myself from fangirling.

I am neither proud nor ashamed of that.

But there was a part of me that had been repressed too much without someone who I could easily relate to. That was my whimsical, philosophical side. That was why I had made my way to Fortescue's today waiting on a mysterious blond to arrive. During my time I had brought out some parchment and multicolored ink to work on a drawing of someone I had seen in a dream. The dream was very hazy and all I remembered was how tall she was, her hair, eyes, and what she was wearing. While my art style was still shabby as always I had found that I'm a natural with quills, and the different body only set me back a little bit. Soon the body of an unnaturally tall woman with earthen brown hair dragging onto the ground, muddy green hazel eyes, and a pure white chiton came to life.

It was briefly after I had finished and set the parchment to dry when I heard a soft voice next to me. "Hello, Draneay." I looked over and immediately smiled to hide my inner fangirling.

OH, MY GODS, LUNA IS SO ADORABLE!

Wtf how did caps lock get stuck…

"Hello Luna, thanks for agreeing to meet me. Sit down." I told her as I made room for her in the booth.

Luna sat down looking around, "So you've met Lady Magic? She's told me a lot about you."

I was immediately thrown for a loop, especially after I noticed her looking at my drawing. Lady Magic was in my dream? I hate that I can't remember much of it even more now. But there was a more important thing. "You speak to Lady Magic?" I questioned Luna.

She nodded as she looked longingly at the artwork. "She and I have a lot in common."

As perplexed as that had left me I felt it was something to leave for a later date. It was an interesting thing to know about Luna having things in common with Lady Magic, although a bit worrying about how it was possible. Which is what led me to change the subject. "So Luna, I have a question."

"I assumed as much from your letter."

It was now or never, well now or later but in this case sooner was better. "I want to bring back Druidic practices. Would you care to join me?"

The formerly unfocused girl snapped into focus as she looked at me, perhaps a little shocked before nodding. "I would love that. Are there any others you had in mind to join?"

I nodded, "Neville Longbottom is a must, and possibly a young girl named Hermione Granger."

"I don't believe I've heard of Hermione Granger," Luna said looking at me curiously.

"You will. If there are any suggestions to this group I'm willing to listen. Bringing back a magic branch is probably very difficult." I smiled a little at my own little quip. The weirdest things amuse me.

After some time of thinking Luna and I began thinking up a list. Susan Bones was put at the top, Luna's suggestion she wouldn't tell me why just that Susan and Neville should be at the top. Along with several names that Luna said Lady Magic had given her. Using another parchment and some normal black ink I jotted all the names down, 15 in total. Then we talked about other things, that I brought up, regretted at the moment and desperately hoped later it would help. Home life, I knew enough to know Luna was not in the best states currently. Confirmed by her, it had only been half a year since her mother died, and her best friend was drifting away from her.

Now obviously I couldn't stand to see the sad kid, so I bought ice cream and listened as she talked about it. I didn't speak much, mostly listening and hugging because no child could talk about stuff like that without crying. However gifted they were. I accompanied Luna back to her home before telling her to contact me at any time, while I may be starting school soon that didn't mean I wouldn't be able to exchange letters with her, and then beginning my way back to Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron. By the end of our time together I had gone from fangirl to overprotective sibling, as I tended to do with vulnerable small people. Especially small people named Luna, and with that thought, my mind went into a flashback of how I met my world's Luna.

I was a new kid at a middle school where the gym class was shared between the three grades. It wasn't like that at my old school, but I never would have met my 'baby' sister.

Dear gods of the multiverse don't ever tell her I called her that in my head, it's not even out of disrespect I am just that overprotective of her… I'm talking to you Anti!

During leisure time I was alone when there I saw a small girl in a trench coat running around a gym. My first impression was 'Holy crap,I just stumbled across a miniature Thalia Grace.'

Not even joking she looked so much like Thalia I wouldn't have been surprised to find Annabeth. Now, I remember it was her friend who had approached me and invited me into the group, I was the oldest because they were all 6th graders but hey this girl was trying to be friends with me. Why not?

That girl who invited me in later turned out to be a psychopath I better never see again or I might go to jail.

By the end of the year, Luna was the only person in that group I had gotten close to, aside from the girl I personally brought in who was my age and was my automatic younger sister.

Of course, remembering the event had one downside, a panic attack and crying on the floor of my room in the Leaky Cauldron. I thought I could do this alone but I had no one here except for so many maybe's and I had so many people I had grown attached to. I wanted my friends back, or at least just one to be able to talk to… Someone who could understand my obscure not even existing yet references and wouldn't call me insane. Who could put up with my scheming and would support me in getting it done? I wanted my friends and as I hauled myself into bed crying one name drifted through my mind as I fell asleep. Sam.

Yes, it's short, but I just wanted to get this chapter out and start back on some kind of roll. Next chapter will be the train and a small explanation of what exactly happened during the time gap other than meeting Luna.