Hello, reader. Welcome. This story has been stewing in my mind for a while, so I've decided to post it. There won't be an update schedule because school's back in session and everything is chaos, but I'll do my utmost to keep up with it.

This is just the prologue. A test chapter. A teaser. You ready? Alright then. Allons-y!

Disclaimer: I own neither Harry Potter nor Doctor Who.


When Luna was five years old, her father died.


Charles Etoile moved around the house quietly in the grey light of early morning. He taught history and mythology at a local college and had a lecture to give that morning. He paused his hasty sandwich making to greet his wife with a quick kiss as she entered the kitchen, still half asleep, and put the kettle on.

"Would you like some tea?" she asked him, pulling out a mug. He shook his head.

"Sorry, Cira dear, I have to run," he replied, putting down his bag to properly give her a hug and a kiss. "I love you."

"I love you too," she answered fondly, fixing his hair. "Say goodbye to Luna before you go."

"I will," he promised. "Though she's probably still be asleep." He turned down the hall and quietly opened his daughter's door. Little Luna was sitting up in bed, blonde hair mussed from sleep but silver eyes wide and awake. Charles smiled at her.

"Hello, Lunette," he said quietly.

"Good morning, Daddy," she replied, almost eerily mature for such a little girl. "Are you going now?"

"Yes, time for work," he answered. "Be good for Mummy, alright?"

"You won't come back," she stated, not responding to his question. Charles paused.

"Of course I'll come back, Lunette. I'll be back for dinner." But Luna shook her head.

"No. I know you wont come back. I can see it," she insisted. Charles gently placed his hands on either side of her head, silently accepting her statement. They paused like that, then Charles pulled away. Their eyes locked, both shining silver. He nodded.

"Alright. Then I need to give you something," he told her, then pulled a loop of string from around his neck. Hanging from the string was a key, a simple silver key. Luna bowed her head and Charles slipped it around her neck, tucking it away so it rested under her pajamas. "Never lose this," he ordered softly. "Never, ever."

"I wont, Daddy," Luna answered, touching where the key rested over her heart. "I promise. I love you."

"I love you too, Lunette," he replied, scooping her into a tight hug. "For now and for always, I love you." He placed her back down on the bed. "Bye-bye, Lunette."

"Goodbye, Daddy."

Luna was watching the telly with her mum when they heard what had happened. The building her father worked in had been razed by a lab experiment gone wrong and there had been few survivors. Charles Etoile was not one of them.


When she was six, her mother remarried.


Cira Etoile née Asis mourned for a month before she realized she couldn't care for a growing girl alone in the Muggle world. So she sold the house and quit her job and re-entered the wizarding world.

Xenophilius Lovegood was the first person she met. An old friend from school, the eccentric wizard had appeared on the doorstep with a bouquet of strange looking flowers and a smile on his face. He had introduced himself to Luna and looked around for creatures called 'nargles.' Over time his visits became more and more frequent, especially after Cira got a job working with potion and magic experimentation and Luna needed a babysitter.

It was about seven months after the death of Charles that Xenophilius asked Cira to marry him, and six months after that they held the ceremony. Luna was the flower girl at the wedding. She never truly accepted Xenophilius as her father though. He was Xeno, never Daddy. Luna may have been his 'turnip,' but first and always she was her daddy's 'Lunette.'

They moved to Xeno's home near Ottery St. Catchpole, a muggle and wizarding village in south England. The house was tall and round, but good enough for the small family. Cira set up a lab on one floor and Xeno had a printing press on another floor where he printed his own magazine, The Quibbler. Life settled and continued.


When Luna was seven, her mother died.


Cira Lovegood worked at home, experimenting with potions and spells and magic. Luna liked to spend her free time watching her mother work. Sometimes she imagined that when she grew up she would make potions like her mum, or explore and find things. Like her mum, she could be a scientist. Or she could teach, like her daddy.

Cira was working on a potion that day. Luna stayed out of the way and watched her mother mix ingredients, changing the color of the liquid within the cauldron. Deep blue to black to grey to silver, each stir and new ingredient caused a change.

Then it went wrong. Cira frowned at the faintly glowing light blue liquid. Her frowned deepened as the color grew darker, and worry turned to fear.

"Luna, get out of here!" she exclaimed, drawing her wand to try and get rid of the pending potion blow-up, but it refused to do anything. "Luna, please, get out!"

"Mummy!" the seven year old exclaimed, torn between running and helping. The potion flared suddenly and time stopped while silver eyes, just like her father's, met sad blue ones.

"Too late," her mother said quietly.

Time moved again, and the cauldron exploded, sending debris and potion everywhere, combining with other ingredients and causing more destruction. Luna fell behind an overturned table which shielded her from the majority of the danger. Finally the sound stopped and Luna peeked her head over the table. The rest of the room was charred, and for the most part blown to pieces. A moan came from one corner and Luna clambered over the table and raced to her mother's side.

It was not a pretty sight. Her entire right side was burned, in some places to the bone. Shrapnel had lodged itself in her lower half and her legs were bent at odd angles. Luna gently crouched down and wiped a trail of blood from her mother's mouth.

"Mummy?" she called out quietly. Cira coughed.

"Luna," she gasped. "Oh Luna, I'm so sorry."

"Shh," Luna ordered, brushing hair from her face. "It's alright. It had to happen. Like Daddy," she told her dying mother. Her mother's unburned hand twitched towards her daughter, and Luna grabbed it. As she bent over, the key that she always wore around her neck moved out from beneath her shirt. Cira looked at it sadly.

"He gave you that the day he left," Cira said unquestioningly. Luna nodded.

"I knew he was going," she answered softly. "He gave it to me."

Cira nodded slowly. "I have something else for you, then. Something else your father wanted to give to you." She tugged her hand away and slipped it into a pocket. Out came an old, tarnished watch with a strange design. Cira pressed it into her daughter's hand.

"This is yours. Don't open it unless you have to. Promise me you wont open it until you must."

"I promise, Mum," Luna said solemnly. Cira sighed and relaxed back onto the ground, breathing raggedly.

"Je t'aime, ma lune. I love you, Luna Etoile. Never forget that."

"I love you too, Mummy. I won't forget." Cira breathed out a sigh, chest filling and dispelling the air one last time. Her eyes closed, and the faintest of smiles graced her lips, a peaceful look. Luna sat there, holding her hand as the life left her body. She cried.

Xeno didn't recover. He couldn't accept his wife had died. He ate less; he was withdrawn; he rarely left his room. He certainly didn't have the energy to care for a seven-year-old witch.

Luna left after the funeral. She wrote a note to Xeno, saying she understood and she wouldn't stay and cause a burden to the grieving man. She placed the note on the mantel next to her mother's wand, packed a bag, and left. Xeno didn't notice until three days later.

She made her way to London. The city was large, and a poor orphan could find whatever she might need there. It was also the center of wizarding Britain and being near people like her would be the safest place, she thought. She wore her key and watch on the same string, next to her heart, to remind her of her parents, and she had a backpack filled with some food, a little money, and a few articles of clothing. With that she entered London, a little girl alone in the world.


There, Luna Etoile met the Doctor.


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