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A/N: This is a Wishlist fic from a prompt provided by moondansr.
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Spoilers:Spoilers: Hmmm, I suppose up to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

part two: impression

"No," a rather younger Luna said almost sharply yanking the skirt of her dress to the left, seeming to glare in the direction of a flower, "don't do that – you'll get mud on it. Mum doesn't want me to get my clothes messy today. We're going to the store later." She paused tilting her head looking steadily at the daisy. Abruptly she laughed, "Of course I'll tell you about it later, silly – I tell you about all of my adventures as long as you tell me about yours."

Again there was a moment of listening and she reached out a gentle hand to a place in the air in front of her. "Of course I'm not mad at you," she said with a sincere smile. "We're friends!" and this exclamation was followed by another loud laugh as if she had heard a particularly funny joke.

"Luna?" a tall blonde woman came around the corner of the garden path her face pulled with worry. "Who are you talking to?" She looked around everywhere and grew visibly more concerned when she didn't see anyone. Her hand nervously palmed the wand in the holder at her wrist, as she approached her daughter and knelt in front of her.

But Luna was too observant for her own good and immediately noticed her mother's posture, glanced down at the fingers that were edging at the wand. "Don't worry, Mum," she said reaching out and hugging her tightly and automatically she squeezed her little girl back.

"It's just, Veit," Luna continued while her mother stood holding the child easily on her hip, "he's a kobold," she continued to explain.

"Hmm," Ms. Lovegood said as she surveyed the surroundings – and once more came up with nothing. But Luna was an imaginative child and it was perfectly alright for her to play make believe. And at least kobold was one she had heard of (although if her hazy school memories were correct they were rare and native to Germany) and not one of the more "fringe" creatures that her husband had yet to prove the existence of to the rest of Wizarding Society.

"A kobold, huh?" she finally responded, turning and carrying her daughter back towards the house.

"Yes - and he's my friend," she whispered looking over her Mother's shoulder waving to the hunched little sprite who was only visible to her eyes. But that was alright, she thought that maybe he was just shy. Then again, maybe it was her - she always tended to be seeing things she wasn't supposed to.

The memory slides away from her as smoothly as it had appeared. This entire feeling in her mind, in fact is all smoothness – a slippery almost alien sensation.

But that isn't entirely surprising given who she is "speaking" with.

As the view of her garden fades she blinks at the Giant Squid. Luna knows that none of what is happening right now is strictly real (the last thing she remembers truly happening is falling through the ice into the lake and currently she has no impression of either wetness or cold) and it makes her wonder if what she sees is what he truly looks like or simply her mind forming an image based on an amalgamation of her piecemeal bits of knowledge and glimpses throughout her time in Hogwarts of large tentacles rising out of the Black Lake.

Luna also can't help but ponder what she looks like to him - just as different certainly.

(Part of her also absentmindedly muses that she might be dying right now – or perhaps already dead. But that is such a small part of her over active brain, and easy to ignore.)

The large body of the grey skinned creature bobs towards slightly, inky black eyes are hard to read, but the tentacle he reaches out is hesitant – asking for permission – and although Luna wonders at this (it is a little late for that), it is her curiosity that wins out.

She gives a nod and when contact is made the cool slippery feeling spreads through her mind again