Dear Luna,
I'm on the Hogwarts express right now; it's not as impressive as I thought it would be, or maybe I'm just looking at it wrong. I wish you were here; Crab and Doyle are being insufferable. I don't understand why my father wants me to be friends with them. They're not as interesting as you and they don't appreciate colours. They don't even know how to make Orange. I bet if I said Atomic Tangerine they'd think it was something to eat. I'm not miserable, they are.
I just know I'll be a Slytherin and I'll make my mother proud. That type of green is really called Slytherin-snake Green, it's very special. All the houses have colors like that; Midnight-Raven Blue, Deep-Gryffindor Red, and then Goldenrod-Badger.
I've changed into my robes and we'll be getting off soon. I'll write you another letter soon. I miss you.
Sincerely yours,
Draco
Dear Draco,
I miss you too. Whatever house you're in will be fine. I think people just want to be a part of something and the "what" is just an afterthought; even so, I think Slytherin will be good for you. Cunning and ambitious and you will be good for Slytherin, because you'll be kind to people. You were kind to me.
The pond in the back is turning pink, my father tells me that that's a sure sign of Poppywollocks, oh you'd love Poppywollocks Draco—they're the most unusual yellow and they sing the softest songs. Sometimes at night I think I can hear them humming beneath the water.
I'm the same, but I'm sure you're different by now. Not tremendously; but big, new experiences like that tend to change people. I can't wait to say hello to the new you. I already miss him and I haven't even met him yet.
Love,
Luna
Dear Luna,
I'm a Slytherin, official, finally. I have dark green ties and books with my name on the inside of them and teachers and classes and roommates. It's great and new, but sometimes I just want everyone to shut up. They really aren't as clever as they think they are.
You may be right about the whole "it doesn't matter" thing. Some people in Slytherin can be cruel, but all in all we're the best house out of the bunch.
Luna I wish you were there yesterday; I met Harry Potter; THAT Harry Potter. I don't think father will be very pleased with me, I told Crab and Doyle off the other day. It involved Potter, I think he's got more fame than sense, but I think we might be friends—casually. He's not interesting enough to be close. You're interesting Luna, and you'd love it here, magic everywhere, like usual, but now it's finally at your fingertips.
And Luna- Poppywollocks are not REAL. If you want to be a magical creature cataloguer you will have to find proof.
Hello, it's nice to meet you,
Draco
Dear Draco,
I'm glad you've been placed in Slytherin. It is the best house for you.
Though that's not a very nice thing to say about Poppywollocks, they'd be sad if I told them. If they decide to stick around till next year they'd like to meet you. Just don't call them "not real;" no I don't think they'd like that very much.
Crab and Doyle are not done yet, neither are you or me, but they are especially un-cooked. Give them time, though not too much of it. Time is such a valuable thing; we all want so much more of it, and what we wouldn't give for just a little bit more.
You've met Harry Potter; Draco that is very Radical. I wish I could have been with you, but I am enjoying my time here, on adventures, with my father. Draco I'm worried; sometimes he looks sad when he's by himself. I know he misses her. I miss her.
If you don't write regularly; I won't be offended; I know you'll be busy with school. I think it'll be better that way, because your teachers will be offended if you're not turning in work on time.
Today the sky is the colour of Periwinkle Pudding.
Hello again,
Luna
Dear Luna,
I'm sorry your father is sad; I hope you aren't sad as well, but if you were, you could tell me. I'd listen, I'll always listen.
You do like pudding don't you? They've got so much food during meals; it's all spread out over the table. When you come here next year we'll eat together. I refuse to sit at the Hufflepuff table so you best be a Slytherin. You'd make a good Slytherin.
I have my first flying lesion today; when I'm good enough I'll be on the Slytherin's Quidditch team. I saw Potter again today, him and this Weasley boy seem to be mates; when Crab and Doyle aren't filling their faces they say idiotic things. They also say things I've heard my father say; I'm sure they're just repeating words of their parents and that's what troubles me. Luna should I be more careful with who I associate with? My father would not be pleased if he thought I was equals with a non-pure blood or even worse a Mudblood like, like this show-off Granger.
I have to go now, I miss you.
Weasly's hair is Frothy-Ginger (it's ridiculous)
Sincerely yours,
Draco
Dear Draco,
Parents are a touchy subject, both you and I are too young to understand what the right thing to do is; but we do have instinct. It would be best if you used it.
Draco you're my only friend, people don't like me. Your father does not like my family, and if we were not Purebloods you'd never be able to see me. I feel that I would be the same if I wasn't a Pureblood and I'd hope you would still want to be my friend. You should talk to this Granger, I wish I could make friends like you do Draco—you say witty things and are great with colours- Everyone must like you.
My father and I will be leaving soon to the Himalayan pools of Somorty, there are some wonderful creatures there. You would love it Draco; father tells me he's never seen so many blues in his life, you'd have fun naming everyone and I would love to hear all the stories you could tell me about them.
I hope flying lessons went spectacularly, I miss you.
I found a Slytherin-Snake Green quill yesterday, it remains untouched, waiting, prepared, and excited on my desk.
Love,
Luna
Dear Luna,
We will always be friends. I promise.
This letter is going to be short and I'll write you another letter soon.
Flying lessons went spectacularly wrong; Crab and Doyle stole some Gryffindor's hawk-blood-crimson ball thing. Potter made a show of himself and I, tired of waiting, snuck away on my broom and received none of the love Potter did. I'm glad Potter did it, but I wished I could have been the one- sometimes I feel like a supporting character in my own story.
I miss you.
Your friend,
Draco
Draco was eating breakfast in the dining hall when another letter from Luna arrived. A snow white barn owl dropped the larger envelop on his newly empty plate.
Draco smiled as he picked up the unusual envelope. The envelope was Midnight-Bayou Blue and had tiny Fillory Yellow dots splattered across it. The large envelope looked like space and Draco's smile got wider.
When he opened the envelop a small trinket fell in his lap. It was a shining ball that looked like weaved crystal; the strands were a mixture of Hush-Hush pink, and Apricot Butter orange, and Summer's Mint green. The pendent was attached to a thin leather string loop. He promptly slipped it into his breast pocket and pressed it close to heart before he read the letter.
Dear Draco,
Something is terribly wrong. My father and I left a day early for trip. Something happened and something is here Draco.
I went out back to the pond, to check on the Poppywollocks, and they were all dead. There was clump of dark pink film and the water's edge and a horrible silence, something killed them. I think it was fright.
Draco, I looked out to the woods and it was covered in shadows and a part of me, a part of me deep inside screamed and wanted to leap towards the shadow, but I ran back inside before the buzzing could get louder, oh yes, I had forgotten about the buzzing.
I am afraid Draco. Not for me, I'm away now, away from whatever was there and father says we'll bring back spirit cleansing charms and potions. I am afraid for you Draco. You are trapped. Please be careful, do not go into the woods, do not explore dark tunnels, stay away from mysteriously locked doors.
I know it's tempting to do the exact opposite, but please Draco, please. Do not.
P.S
I found this pendent in while exploring my mother's work room, it's charmed. I don't exactly don't know what it wards off, but it spoke to me. I know it will protect you. Something is coming and it will involve a mirror.
Love,
Luna
The pendent burned a hole through his chest. Draco abruptly left the table and almost ran out of the dining hall and into a semi empty corridor. He pressed his back into a pillar and reread the letter and reread the letter and reread the letter. Finally he shoved the letter into his pocket pants then slowly and gingerly pulled out the pendent.
This was Luna's Mother's. She went into the room where her mother and took this for him. She should be wearing this, not him. He shouldn't have this gift; he didn't deserve anything from her. Then he thought about what she was saying?
Something is coming.
Potter falling at the game, the troll in the bathroom, and the incident. He didn't want to think about that. The whispers in his room. He clutched it tightly in both hands and pressed him into his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to think of a quicker way to reach Luna.
"Draco?" Draco knew whose voice that was. Mudblood. No, not Mudblood; Granger.
Draco opened his eyes and saw the Nifty Lion Gang off to the Library or the Garden or Magic fun time where ever. Before he could get a chance to sneer at them, one of them spoke again.
"Everything alright mate?" The Frothy Ginger asked.
He looked out and up towards the sky before he spoke, Periwinkle Pudding and Goose Grey, he barely gathered his thoughts before he spoke.
"My friend sent me this charm in the post," he lifted charm up to them, "she said it's supposed to protect me from something, she says something's coming, and it involves a mirror." His child's voice was rough. They looked at him like he was daft and like he was horribly right about something.
"Anyway, I don't know. I'm worried about her. Be careful." He abruptly turned away from them before they could say anything back. He went off to his room to write a letter to Luna.
Dear Luna,
Thank you for the charm, it's always in my pocket, I promise to keep it safe.
Luna please write me back as soon as possible. Strange things are happening at Hogwarts. I believe you. I'm okay, I promise to follow your advice. I'm not an idiot, who goes unknowingly and unprepared into a dangerous situation. Gryffindors, that's who. More spirit than sense. I have this haunting feeling that that's exactly what the Spunky Potter Trio is going to do.
I was supposed to be at Potions five minutes ago. Snape likes me, but he's no push over. I have to go now.
I miss you, please write me soon.
Your friend,
Draco