Hi! Listen: I have a problem. One of my stories (Ginerva Weasley's Guide to Embarrassing Moments) was very successful. I got the most feedback and most Hits then I've ever gotten in my short life on fanfiction. But to the problem... The older stories get pushed back on the list. So now my story is on page who-knows-what and barely anyone has the time and/or energy to get that far. Any possible solutions would be greatly appreciated! Also, this chapter is much more... poetic.
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Luna.
You know, names mean something.
Names reflect people sometimes, and sometimes even their personality.
Only sometimes, though.
Sometimes kids are given a random name, or something that just doesn't fit at all.
But other children get special names.
You might think "Oh, it's up to the parents! What are you talking about, Neville?"
But I am convinced.
What makes a parent name their child a certain name?
Maybe nothing. Maybe they just like the name.
But on rare occasions, something tells the parents that they should name their child a certain name. Not really the parents themselves... but something else. A sign. Maybe the parents don't even know why they named their child what they named them.
But they do. Because they are meant to.
Luna. Luna is a very special girl, with one of those very special names.
Luna.
The Moon.
That bright thing in the blackness, the utter darkness, that you look up to.
Without the moon, all hope would be lost, lost in the darkness and confusion that comes with night.
But when the sun, the thing that shines brightly on all, disappears... falls... then we rely on the moon.
The thing that, even with all desperation, finds the strength to move forward, not only giving strength to itself, but to all.
It illuminates all darkness, making even the scariest things... beautiful.
It shines brightly in the darkness, saying 'Do not fear. I am here. I will always be here. Even when I seemingly disappear, do not be fooled. I am always there. Always watching over you."
It's the thing you look up to, to find strength.
The moon also has the utmost natural beauty. It reflects upon everything, making everything seem... mystical. It makes even the most ordinary things shine.
The moon can make anything shine.
To some people, the moon is just some giant rock a million miles away.
To people who appreciate beauty... it is so much more.
To me it is so much more.
The moon is...
There are no words.
No words.
The thing that would come closest is... well, not a word exactly, but...
If you are lying down on the cool grass at night, staring up at the moon...
Don't be surprised to find tears in your eyes.
So... the moon.
The Moon.
Luna.