a/n: rewritten dec 7, 2013

Chapter 1 – Dysfunctions

A short bang came from behind the door, and most likely Ginny had kicked it since her hands were occupied with the remainders of her school luggage.

"Luna!" Ginny Weasley's voice called out, tearing through the confines of the Burrow bathroom. "Mum says to finish unpacking so she can bring out the desserts downstairs already!"

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Luna smiled. "Thank you, Ginny. I'll be out in a bit."

Ginny's voice came down to a near-whisper, but it was loud enough to hear through the door. "Better be quick. You're dad's thinking of breaking out the dance moves since the party's so dead."

Luna laughed. "Daddy doesn't mean to dance, he's considering doing an old ritual to keep away the nargles."

"Just hurry before he starts prancing around doing muggle dance moves, yeah?" Ginny offered.

"Daddy knows not to do the electric slide. Not after last year's accident," inferred Luna.

With an echoing laugh, Luna heard Ginny's petite steps stride away down the hall.

It was the week after their Hogwarts graduation, and since she and her father lived so close, the Weasley had courteously invited them to a simple graduation party with immediate family and a few close friends. Her father, now a capable traveler for the infamous wizard magazine, the Quibbler, was setting off for another round across the globe in search of the prized mythical creature always mentioned before.

Luna sighed and tapped her reflection in the slightly tipsy and cracked mirror before her. Her eyes were heavy and the idea of falling into a deep sleep was tempting.

She glimpsed outside the window to see the small figures of people preparing for a dinner. A figure she guessed to be Hermione helped Molly Weasley with setting the table. Ginny's brothers sat together in a circle, talking about things that weren't too important, occasionally blasting a spell from their wands to liven up the conversation. Just in time, she watched as Hermione burst in laughter at something Molly had said, hand over mouth and eyes smiling.

Not many people had been surprised when Hermione Granger redid the last year at Hogwarts, finally graduating the same year as Ginny and Luna. Her desire to finish her education was supported by many adults, including the new Headmistress McGonagall and soon-to-be Herbology Professor Longbottom.

Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, on the other hand, were swept away by the Ministry to deal with official seeming things, that Luna didn't bother remembering, and came back as the youngest head Aurors in—well, a long time.

She searched the ground floor for any sign of the two boys and saw them parked away from all the others, hanging around under one of the bigger trees. They talked normally and smiled appropriately as if the other cracked a joke not worth repeating. Neville was with them, too, absorbing everything they said with a childlike appearance. But they were far from children.

In a perfect world, everything would be alright now. No more war or fighting or hurting. Luna knew better, though. She always did.

Sighing again, she moved towards the sink, grey eyes ahead. Taking out a coin—no bigger than a galleon—from her rucksack, she started the sink.

Luna Lovegood led a peculiar life. Not to say dysfunctional, of course. Her father, being her father, attracted the attention of an intelligent young woman back in the days.

When she was younger, she never really understood much of the details. She had been taught long ago to take things in stride. Athena the goddess of wisdom and war, after all, always had a plan.

See, "half-blood" meant a lot more to her than it should've.

She was nine when her father brought her to America—to Camp Half-Blood. It made sense, even to her at the time, that she different. For every summer she'd spend at Camp, she'd spend the rest with her father at home.

Yet, even with such living arrangements, her life changed the year she turned eleven.

Strange summer as it was, explaining how an owl managed to charge through Camp defenses and land near Luna Lovegood, daughter of Athena, delivering what seemed to be an acceptance letter to a school no one's heard of but Luna herself, was pretty hard.

Luna was to go to Hogwarts under the ruse of a British boarding school, while summers were still spent at camp.

There was always something tugging at the back of her mind, something looming beyond the halls of Hogwarts and the cabins of Camp. Juggling two lives to the best of her ability was never her intention, and for years she'd expended that need.

Glancing outside for the last time, she threw coin golden drachma in her hands into the air where a man-made rainbow sat, waiting.

"Oh Iris, goddess of the rainbow, accept my offering." She said. "Show me Mr. Chiron at Camp Half-Blood, if you please."

An image started to appear in the rainbow. A pool table cleared with a man in a wheelchair, a cherub-esque man, and satyrs, all gathered around said table.

"Hullo, Chiron!" chirped Luna.

The satyrs, startled, flinched at the suddenness. Dionysus put down his cards as Chiron looked up from the deck of cards in his hands just in time to see Luna through the rainbow mist.

"Luna Lovegood," Mr. D spoke. Names were not his forte purposely, but he had no real reason to forget Luna Lovegood.

"I have something to ask of you," Luna chose her words carefully.

Chiron mistook her hesitation. "My dear, is there anything wrong? Firenze informed me that Hogwarts has recently fully finished with reconstruction not late after your graduation."

"Nothing like that, Chiron," Luna said. The centaur nodded knowingly and dismissed the satyrs with a wave of his hand.

"So, why have you called, child?" asked Chiron, taking a sip of tea.

"It's time, sir."

Chiron didn't seem all that surprised at the revelation, but Mr. D had the decency to cough over his snort.

"Luna, you must be completely aware of the consequences once this has passed. There are a lot of laws against this, you know."

"I understand, Chiron."

"And this knowledge will be limited to…?"

Luna pondered this for a moment. "My friends. Just them. I know in my heart they wouldn't tell a soul. Or without a soul."

"Don't be so foolish, girl!" Mr. D cried. "You should better consider those wizards' government before leaping to this."

Luna felt like turning into a pile of goop. "Sir, I understand. I always have. They won't know, nor do I feel like they should."

"You might be right, girl, but you also might be wrong." Chiron gave Mr. D a look and the wine god rubbed his temples. "Bah, it's not like this is my business."

Before speaking, Chiron sighed. "In order to guarantee full cooperation, I have to ask: you understand all ties leading up to this? All things it may lead?"

"I'm sure, otherwise I think I would not be here."

"Yes, yes." He sighed again. "I have to have a long discussion with your mother and the gods later."

"Oh!" Luna exclaimed. "Thank you, thank you, Chiron! I'll be sure to send you and Mr. D butterbeer cap necklaces next time! It keeps away stray nargles!"

"Goody," muttered Mr. D.

"Thank you, Luna," Chiron replied, now smiling as the Iris Message began deteriorating. "Be safe."

"You know I will, sir," Luna replied, a smile matching his being worn.

She did not look outside the bathroom again, but came outside in order to join all the activities happening below. Seeing their happy faces among the sadness, Luna thought, meant the world to her. And her world was quite big.