A/N: This is for my bff HackerMuffin. Happy Birthday! Although I know it's way too early, this story isn't finished yet... Happy birthday, just the best. I miss you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. The song quoted in the end is Soulmate by Natasha Bedingfield, which I don't own, either. Sorry...
Soulmates
Chapter 1
Hi, I'm Luna Lovegood. You probably know me as Loony.
They can say I'm a lunatic all they want. It's just that they can't accept people who are different from them. Like me. I believe in creatures that are pure myth. Open your eyes and look around, we are in an enchanted castle of witchcraft and wizardry. Most people would say we are freaks. But we still know this world exists. I believe in the kindness in people. They are smiling at me. I know it's foolish to do so in these times. Dark wizards are rising, this world isn't the safe place it used to be. Yeah, like it has been a safe place before. Fudge is an old idiot. And what about the European wars and Grindelwald? This world has never been safe. This world will never be safe. To keep me sane, all I can to is believe. In kindness, in the good side in every last one of us, in a future for us.
They also say I'm always alone. That isn't true either. I do have friends. Ginny Weasley. Colin Creevey. We had all been alone for so long. Alone, beyond the limits of what anyone could imagine. Ginny had been in the Chamber of Secrets with Voldemort. She will never be the same. She never told us what really happened down there, but I can see the mental scars. Colin had been admiring Harry for too long. He found himself bullied and left alone. I was alone all my childhood. After Mum's death, Dad began talking to her. He did never notice me. I bear these mental scars too. We all understood what loneliness, real loneliness, was. And, as we searched for an escape, we found each other.
They also say I will never know what love is. No boy would dare date me, for fear of being embarrassed in front of the whole school. This guess isn't true. I'm in love, and he is in love with me. I bet these slutty girls would be astonished by who he is. He's tall, dark haired, olive skinned, and handsome. He's supposed to be evil, since his family belongs among the Death Eaters. His mother has been called the Black Widow for all her husbands died mysteriously and she inherited a large sum of money each time. His best friend has been called the Slytherin Sex God. His best female friend has been called a pug-face slut. But he isn't that popular at Hogwarts. Most of the students just ignore him. His name is Blaise Zabini. He's my boyfriend.
We met in the library some weeks ago. I had seen him before. But he had only been a Slytherin then, not worth noticing, feared if you yourself were noticed by him. Blaise didn't seem the studious type at all. He was smart though, and probably more clever than Hermione Granger, because she had to study for what he knew already. I spend a lot of time in the library, too. It's a quiet place, nice, full of books about the amazing mythical creatures and old-fashioned, but useful spells. He was sitting next to a window. The afternoon sun illuminated his handsome face, and I was looking for a table. His happened to be the only one around, so I sat down. After a while, we started talking, despite us being in separate houses and such. It was fun. As a result, we started to meet there more often. We talked about nearly everything- about the Chimera, about teachers, about our plans for the future. I felt us becoming friends. And I saw us becoming lovers. Yes, I'm a seer. One of my mother's ancestor's is supposed to be the legendary Cassandra. Nobody believed what she foretold, and today, nobody believes what I say, either. So I saw Blaise and me becoming lovers. And we did. We kissed one rainy day in the library, when there was nobody but us. His kiss was so tender, so sweet. I couldn't believe I was kissing that gorgeous Slytherin in front of me then. But now, I've grown accustomed to him. We have been together for nearly three weeks, and I'm happy.
His friends don't know about me yet. I said it before, his friends are Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. I suppose Pansy does suspect it though- she saw us one day in a dusty corner, coming out from a secret passageway behind a tapestry. It's Malfoy I'm worried about. He hates muggleborns and "blood traitors", and apparently I belong to the latter. My family's pureblood, but after we declared our loyalty to Dumbledore (and the Order of the Phoenix), the Dark Families began treating us impolitely. Blaise told me Draco thought Ginny attractive. He added he thought Malfoy had developed a crush on her. That meant he wouldn't think of me as a traitor, for the Weasleys are commonly known to be the oldest muggle-supporting family in the wizarding world.
My friends know about us. They are happy for me, because I'm smiling, because I'm happy, because he supports me. Colin has been with a Hufflepuff for a while, so he's happy I'm not alone anymore. Ginny, though… she's still so alone. She never told us what happened with Tom Riddle, I just assumed with help from my Seeing gift. Now I do think we should have asked. Ginny keeps these memories locked inside herself, a long time, for years, with no-one to talk to, for nobody has ever been hurt the way she has. I can see her soul's deep scars, craved in by painful memories. Like Harry, Ginny has been marked by Voldemort. The Golden Trio doesn't consider her an equal, though. To them, she will always be Ron's little sister, a credulous little girl to protect from all outside forces. I think she's searching for someone who will understand, for a soulmate who shares her pain. I don't know if she will ever find him. The wizarding world may be big, but most tortured souls go the easy way. They die. Only the Death Eaters' children might know a similar pain. And they wouldn't come near her, because after all Voldemort's followers have done, their children still follow their lead of what is right and wrong in this world, of how to rule it, of how to behave. I wished she would find that soulmate. For I found mine.
Who doesn't look for someone to hold, who knows how to love you without being told? Somebody tell me why I'm on my own if there's a soulmate for everyone.
A/N: Please review! I promise I'll update soon...
AnnaScathach
