Lovegood crept out into the dark night. The crisp, autumn wind was blowing her
cloak behind her. As she pulled the cloak tighter around her body, the moon,
high in the black sky, peeked out from behind the nightís gray clouds, and
created a haunted glow over the trees. Their shadows rested on the cold ground.
The lush, green grass looked blue in the moonlight. She looked up at the luminous
orb and felt a stab of pain in her abdomen. She sprinted towards the Forbidden Forest; her shabby cloak begging to fall off of her body. She
ran past the dark, towering trees, tripping on overgrown roots and fallen
stopped against a spectacular tree and leaned over to catch her breath. There
was less wind in here, and there was no danger from the forest creatures, for
they knew her well. She often came in here to think or when she was . . . not
herself. On nights like tonight, she ventured into the shallows of the tree
ocean to avoid her fellow Ravenclaws. She would come out here to fulfill the
addiction placed on her young body. She wasnít a stupid girl, crazy - maybe,
but certainly not stupid. It was the fact that she knew her peers thought her
crazy; she protected herself from more of their painful words. Letting them see
more abnormality - letting them know her secret Ė was foolish.
nights like tonight, the forest beckoned her like a fireberry to a Snorkaks. On
nights like tonight, she felt something rise in her. Almost as if something
inside in her heart, was trying to break free. Luna hated it, yet loved it at
the same time. She hated the burning when she resisted, yet loved the feel of
the moonlight on her skin and the eerie mysteriousness of the Forbidden Forest. She loved her curse and hated her motherís gift.
wasnít Lunaís fault her mother was a werewolf, or her fault her uncle was one
as well. Thatís what Lunaís mother died of - trying to cure lycanthropy. Luna was there when her motherís
ďbreakthrough spellĒ backfired.
mother and uncle were obsessed with the extraordinary. Thatís what drew her
parents together in the first place. They both loved things that one never
thought existed Ė myth. Lunaís mother never imagined that she would become a
werewolf. Luna remembered all the tales her mother told her of her life, and actually,
her motherís life changed for the better; it was no surprise she accepted it.
Luna loved her mother; she admired her more than any child could admire their
parent. Laurentia Pax Lupin was the bravest, most clever, perfect
woman Luna ever knew. Her uncle, Remus, was just as.
mother was bitten
when she was younger, along with one of her younger brothers. Lunaís mother was
ten, and her uncle was two. As soon as Laurentia Lupin left
school, her parents died, and her younger brothers, Remus and Romulus (Romulus escaped without a bite), were left without a guardian.
Laurentia took in her younger brothers and watched over them as if they were
her own children. She never complained about her brothers or her lycanthropy. She didnít cry and was never bitter. Laurentia
Lovegoodís only complaint was the curse she gave to her brilliant daughter,
Luna looked up at the partially concealed moon, blinking
away a tear falling from her eye. Laurentia used her burden to try and cure
others. Laurentia never thought her curse awful. She always thought of
others before herself.
of her motherís illness, Luna was now half-werewolf. She didnít transform, and
she didnít become dangerous; she was still a perfectly normal girl.
for the werewolf blood.
blood of her mother coursed through Lunaís veins, prowling at her heart and
mind. Nights like tonight, with the moon full and high in the sky, the wolf
blood possessed her body. It told her to come outside and explore the forest - to
see the moonlight. The wolf blood wanted to take over her body as it did her
loved her curse and hated her motherís gift.
hated the gift her mother gave her. She hated the wolf trying to escape when
the moonlight touched her. She hated the feeling of control and desire for
something that would never come.
she loved the feeling that the part-wolf gave her when she gave it what it
wanted. It wanted the moon. Luna gave it the moon. When she did what the wolf
told her to, it was pure ecstasy.
of the centaurs walked up to her. She knew the young, rebel centaur, Caradog,
ever since she first came to Hogwarts. He was the same age as her and protected
her against the others. None of the centaurs harmed Luna; though they disliked
humans, they sensed the wolf blood in her and took pity. Even after they
banished humans from the Forbidden Forest last year, they continued admitting Luna.
laid his hand on her shoulder and whispered predictions of the stars to her.
Luna smiled at her friend. He said that the moon was full and bright tonight.
Luna smiled up to the aforementioned object again.
wasnít fair her mother died. She didnít submit to the curse. She used it to try
and help others; she tried to overcome it. She didnít hate the disease because
of what it did to her, but that she passed to her only daughter. She laughed
and was always happy. She was a brave woman for not letting the lycanthropy
take control of her life. She never let anything stop her or
bring her down. Luna wanted so much to be the same kind of woman.
best part of the wolf blood was the fact that Luna would always have some
of that incredible woman Ė her mother - in her.