It would have been lucky, Luna presumed later, if she had died in the accident. The pain would have become non-existent, would have torn down her shades and let her see what was there, would have let her been with her mum just for one more precious second—but it consumed her, eating her flesh, ripping out her long strands of blonde-white hair, tearing at her insides to push outwards in bloody coils—
She screamed. Murder was in her home.
Luna collapsed onto the floor, fingers grasping at the moon dew and asphodel, unknowingly adding to the blue froth emitting from the cauldron which kept on growing larger and larger in size, reeling Luna in with its insanity and drawing her closer to the breathing noises. It kept growing from the froth, from the moon dew mixing with the asphodel and potion, a mess of steam rising from the floor from where the fire had toppled, grating against the stone to combust more and collide with the table legs holding the ingredients which then fell onto the ground and shattered vials of glass and yellow, red, blue liquids, eyeballs dropping onto the floor coated with lacewing fly dung that blew puffs of brown in smaller clouds to mingle with the moon dew and Wolfsbane potion…
Reaching out a shaking hand covered in her blood and blue, Luna's fingers brushed against the cauldron. She had already lost feeling in her hand, and she watched her fingers turn a blistering red then brown then black from the burn. But she couldn't feel it, and so she lunged once more towards the cauldron and set it upright, easing the magical collisions between the moon dew, potion and blood. Smoke still rose from the floor, oddly shifting colors in rapid order, and the fire, though small, still burned. Luna coughed once, twice, before struggling to lift herself up to the nearest water pump, halfway across the room and nearly impossible to reach.
Impossible was an understatement.
Luna blinked. She was surrounded by a daze of color, whirling around her in spirals of red and gold before whistling into silver and blue, waltzing around her with flickering lights and plant-like twists curling out to touch her hand. Beyond the spirals she saw nothing, not the edge of the table, not the cauldron she had just picked up, not the water pump she needed to get to put out the fire she could no longer see. She flinched as the coil of color came nearer, but it simply brushed against her burn and turned it back to flesh. That's…impossible. To turn something dead back to life again, even if had still been attached to her, it was impossible, wasn't it? The Five Properties ruled against that sort of magic.
She gazed up at the whirlwind surrounding her body. Where was she? Was she still in her home, the Lovegood tower, surrounded by her mum and dad? Or had she been transported away, far away, to another place where she was confined to a circle of three meters in diameter? The circle, it breathed in and out, in and out with a choking noise as though its lungs (if it had lungs) had been filled with water and damped so it couldn't breathe. Luna realized this was the breathing she had heard earlier, and looked up to squint at the edges of the circle. There seemed to be no end from the top, and so she looked down, seeing only the edges that blurred whenever she squeezed her eyes closer to see them.
"Mum?" she whispered, clutching her now-healed hand at her chest. She was barely nine, she didn't want to be alone in this strange, new world. She couldn't handle herself, not here, not alone, not with the odd colors that seemed to peer inwardly at her and see not just her ragtag self with blood-messed silver hair and torn robes that squelched out blue but her inner most thoughts, raging against the logic that stood in its way to replace it with mysterious beings that swooped into her vision before flickering out again. There was the monster with purple pointed ears that shook its claws at her and the cackling great winged monster that leaned in so close to her ear to nip at it.
"Stop it!" Luna cried out as one of the monsters came in closer. "Stop it, stop it, STOP!"
She was hit over the head by the monster, and, dizzyingly, she fell backwards unconscious.