The sky is pretty dark right now, as it always is here. It's only my second day in Dodgingham and so far the weather has matched my mood perfectly. Dark, lonely, and miserable. I just turned twenty-three last week and I've never felt so alone. Can't explain why, though. Maybe it was this weather. Stupid Dodgingham.

My grandma used to live here and I was practically raised here, although most of my childhood was spent tormenting other children at Hogwarts. When I was younger, I planned to have Slytherin children of my own by now that would one day walk around Hogwarts like they owned it.

Alas, I don't have feelings for any girls at the moment and don't plan to have a future with one anytime soon. In fact, the last girl I actually liked was... Er, I mean… quite chilly out, wouldn't you say?

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts of self-pity and regret. I sulk over to the door and open it. A man and woman are standing there in complete black attire. What the hell is this, Halloween? I think like a grouch.

"Can I help you?" I grumble, not actually interested in helping these ugly muggles at all.

"We just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." The chubby woman chirps, handing me a plate of cookies and showing an ugly smile. I know I'll be throwing these out immediately. "I'm Trudy Reny and this is my husband Melvyn Reny."

"Thanks." I state, although I am not at all thankful. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Oh, honey, we've got to go. We'll be late for the Longbottom funeral." Melvyn says quietly to his wife, adjusting his black tie.

"Oh dear!" Trudy exclaims in an unnecessarily dramatic fashion, looking at her watch. "You're right!" She looks at me, her eyes full of sympathy. "We lost a neighbor the other day. Neville Longbottom. What a good man he was. And his wife, Luna, is so sweet! Poor thing is beyond devastated, though, as you can imagine."

My heart falls to the floor. Luna…married…Neville? I'm feeling a great pain, but I feel so sorry for her. I hope she's alright.

Draco, stop! I tell myself. It might not even be her. It could be a different girl named Luna so stop thinking about her!

"I went to school with both of them." I inform her before I can stop myself. "Would you mind giving me directions to where the funeral is?"

"Of course, darling." Trudy beams. "We have an extra copy of the directions." She hands me a map of the God-forsaken town.

"Thank you." I say sincerely.

They say goodbye and leave. I walk into my bedroom and put on a black suit. Then, I looked at the directions. The funeral is on Thiess Street. With a flick of my wand, I leave my house and casually appear in the graveyard.

A bunch of crying people are crowded around the casket that's being lowered into the ground. One person stands alone, a few feet from everyone else. She has tears streaming down her angelic face. A little black hat sits on top of her shiny, flowing blonde hair.

I have no doubt in my mind that it's Luna and I can't stop myself from wishing I could talk to her.

Her stomach looks huge and swelled. She looks as though she is very tired. But still, her beauty is breath-taking. Even so, I can't understand why she looks so large. When we were younger, she had quite a thin figure. I walk a little closer for a better look and gasp.

Luna Lovegood was a pregnant widow.