A/N – C'mon, people! R&R please? This wasn't very Luna, because I had to tell a lot about the day, but hopefully you'll survive.
-
Dear Diary,
Today, I can say, was a pretty special day. I got a lot of scars and scratches, but I'll be OK. It's Harry I'm a bit worried about. He's going around right now in this sulky way. Like I did when mom died. But I didn't do that much, because I know she's still there and she always will be. In my heart and memories. Unless I'm attacked by a dementor and somebody cast Obliviate on me. Anything is possible. If I met a Snirosshi, I'll think she's somebody else and that can't be good, or if I meet a Yugamok… but that's not the point. The point is that Harry is unhappy. This is what happened –
Ginny and I was walking down at a corridor when we heard Harry yell. We burst into the room and my mind was thinking about how he might be attacked by a Frideela. Luckily, he wasn't. Just yelling as always on Ron and Hermione. It was because he's godfather, so called Sirius Black (NOT Stubby Boardman!) and we had to rescue him. So after being caught, flying on Theastral's (they are so cute, aren't they!) we finally came to the Ministry of Magic, where Sirius SHOULD have been. Unfortunately he wasn't and we had to fight those ugly, masked Death Eaters and then The Order came and then Sirius died. Everyone else (from the GOOD side, if you even can call it that, because people can actually be almost good or a bit evil or…sorry, I'm babbling again!) had been rescued and now we are here and Harry is still sulking. It's sad really. His godfather was the closest family he had after he's parent's death. I'm going to have dinner now.
Wishes,
Luna.