Family Rights (that aren't always right)

{Diary entry:}

“Hogwarts is a large place, but without the students bustling around like I am sure they must do, it feels a bit lonely. These wide open corridors, filled with hidden entrances and secrets, make up most of my days currently… that is, if I am not helping Hagrid with the creatures. Daddy had heaps of drawings of some of these creatures, so I know quite a bit about them. I enjoy helping out with the nifflers, hippogriffs, and bowtruckles out near the “forbidden forest” in the mornings before heading to the greenhouses to help Professor Sprout with some of the more tame plants. I think the teachers are making bets about which house I will be sorted into when September comes. I think I will be a Ravenclaw like my mum though Professor Sinistra thinks Slytherin, like my Daddy. I quite like the Gryffindor colours, I sometimes imagine myself with a lion head cheering for quidditch. Though I know I will not be a Gryffindor, something just tells and I can feel it. I think I found a room that no one else seems to know about. As in, whenever I try to bring it up to any of the teachers, they always just brush it off as being “just a hidden classroom”. I found it while exploring on the 7th floor, I didn't exactly have a plan on where to go, I just wanted a cosy place to read and sketch my thoughts out.”

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There was a knock on Dumbledore’s office door, a couple weeks into Luna’s stay at Hogwarts.

“Come in,” he said coolly, hands clasped on his desk as Professor McGonagall ushers a young blond girl into the room, standing beside her. “Ahh, young Luna, do have a seat” the young girl looks at him and then nods, taking the seat nearest to her. Albus watches her with keen eyes, observing her.

The girl had been eerily calm, ever since she was brought here after her father died which, for her age, she shouldn’t have been calm at all. She seemed to know things too… things that he didn’t… which was rather fascinating if not a tad irritating at times… so much like her mother. But then again, she did have ancient magic running through her veins. McGonagall cleared her throat, pulling him out of his thoughts and giving him a stern look.

“Right, my bad. As I am sure Professor McGonagall told you on your way here, we are here to talk about your living arrangements for the rest of this summer. While I am sure you wouldn't mind remaining with Hagrid for the rest of break…”

McGonagall clears her throat, glaring daggers at Dumbledore.

“Albus… a word?”

Dumbledore doesn't look phased, though something about him makes Luna glance at McGonagall warily like she is about to snap. Dumbledore narrows his eyes curiously, but McGonagall’s glare makes him snap out of it quickly.

“Excuse us young Luna, but me and Professor McGonagall need to discuss something - please help yourself to a lemon drop. Though I'm pretty sure there are some acid pops lying around somewhere…”

“Albus” McGonagall impatiently mutters, crossing her arms. 

“Excuse us” He said and leads McGonagall to his private quarters on the far side of the room. As the door shuts, the older woman turns to him and gives him a look.

“You cannot be serious Albus, she just lost her father, her last living parent and you want to just dump her, in a school with adults who she doesn't know, NOR know anything about her or her family and you think that is FINE?! You did the exact same thing with Harry except dumping him at those horrible muggles’ place like he’s just a package! And you think that is OKAY???”

“Now Minerva-” “Do NOT ‘now Minerva’ me Albus! That child has been through some sh-”

“RAVENCLAW!!!”

Came a recognisable shout from the other room. Both heads snap to the door, running back into the office where they left the girl just moments before, just to find her, with the sorting hat on her head.

It was so big that it had fallen down but you could tell she still had a surprised expression on her face… as if she hadn't expected that to happen. Albus didn’t blame her, she was likely curious about the sorting hat  and decided to try and put it on like most children her age. What surprised both teachers however, was the fact that the hat had actually sorted someone outside of the sorting ceremony.

“Huh,” Dumbledore shot a curious look at the hat, then to Luna “that was quite unexpected, now wasn't it?” 

McGonagall gave him a look “That should NOT have happened, the sorting was supposed to be at the sorting CEREMONY, ask the hat if it can sort her again at the ceremony, if not just for show.”

Dumbledore sighs (such an old man), walking over to the hat which was now disposed of on his desk, the young girl having already taken it off, going back to her seat, giving the hat a rather weird look as she goes. 

“Hello-?”

“No, I will not re-sort her. I have done my job and I don't feel like being on top of oily or lice-filled heads anymore and she had rather a nice head so I refuse to sort her again. Do you know how many kids have not washed their hair? Absolutely disgusting and some even come with lice! Even dandruff, its horrible, horrible stuff. So if you're asking no I will not re-sort her. I heard the list for this year, far too many kids this year, tooooo many I say! Good Bye!” And with that the sorting hat’s face turned around and morphed back into a normal hat. 

“Well…” said Dumbledore looking at the girl who was looking between himself and the older woman. 

“I guess that settles the living arrangement situation. Welcome to Ravenclaw, Miss Lovegood, Professor McGonagall will show you to your dorm.”

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Draco comes back to Hogwarts for his second year. His close friends Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini and his “bodyguard” cronies Crabbe and Goyle accompanies him through the large front doors. They were talking about some useless nonsense. He spots a certain head of bushy-ness and scowls. She really needs to tame that bird's nest she calls hair. She seems to be lacking in her immature companions today. Maybe they finally got kicked out of Hogwarts. About time.  

As the rush of students enter the School, Crabbe nudges Theo, nodding his head towards a first year girl who SHOULD be on the boats crossing the lake right about now. The young girl looks eerily similar to someone that the two boys have seen before. Theo turns to Draco to see if he knows who she looks like… then freezes. He looks between the young girl standing at the edge of the crowd, then to Draco, and back again. Two sets of platinum blond hair, two sets of silvery grey eyes, two sets of slightly haughty demeanours… the only difference was that the girl’s gaze was dreamy instead of analytical. He elbows Draco,

“Oi, Malfoy. Did your parents give you a secret sibling I wasn't aware about?”

“Secret sibling? What in Salazar’s name are you on about Theo?”

“There is a girl RIGHT THERE that looks like you but slightly different. Blaise, did you know about this?”

Blaise just looks at Theo, confused, then glances at the girl. He does a double take and looks at Draco. 

“Damn Draco I thought we were best friends, but you kept me in the dark about your secret sister. I am deeply offended” He said dramatically, hand on his heart.

“You two stop messing with me, it is highly immature.” Draco snaps, sounding slightly annoyed. 

“No Draco look” Blaise points at the girl and Draco’s mouth drops into an o shape. He quickly turns back to his friends and they briskly walk over to the girl, pushing through the crowd with their heads held high, upholding the Pureblood appearance. She looked like a first year but she already had on the Ravenclaw robes and everything. 

“Hey” Blaise said as soon as they caught up to the girl, lightly tapping her on the shoulder. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be on the boats?”

The girl shakes her head, replying with an eerily soft voice that sounds like she’s daydreaming. “I already got brought over the lake and sorted months ago”

“But you get sorted in the sorting ceremony…and isn't Hogwarts locked or something over the summer?” Theo trails off, confusion clear on his face. 

The girl smiles warmly and looked up at Theo “I know. I accidentally put it on when I was in Dumbledore's office. And some teachers live here full time, so no, it isnt locked.”

The girl looks over the group, feeling something familiar,  finally noticing Draco and looking both shocked and confused, her big silvery grey eyes opening in surprise. She took in his appearance. His platinum blonde hair, the eyes similar to hers, and his slightly haughty demeanour. 

“You look like me.” she said. It was a statement. (not a question, not an exclamation… just a statement)

Draco just nods dumbly, still staring at her in surprise. “Did Father have an affair on Mother?” he mutters quietly to his friends. This was one of the few times where all four of them could agree that Draco was speechless, trying to comprehend what’s happening, looking shocked and disappointed, but then shaking his head to himself. 

“No, that couldn't be possible. They had enough trouble having me to begin with, not to mention if Mother had gotten a girl, she wouldn’t have hidden her away”. The girl heard him, though he wasn't exactly sure how, considering his mutterings were often overlooked because they were too quiet. She doesn't comment however, crossing her arms, a thoughtful look on her face.

He notices a bracelet on her wrist. It looked similar to a couple of the Malfoy’s distinct signature pieces, but that couldn’t be right. It was very pretty though, the alexandrite and blood red diamonds glittering when it caught the candle light, surrounded by what he recognises immediately as hematite. 

Blaise also seems to notice the bracelet and looks at him questioningly. Theo, as oblivious as ever, decides to break the silence. He looks between everyone and awkwardly clears his throat. “Well uh, my name is Theo Nott and these here are my mates Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy and those buffoons over there are Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. What’s your name?”

“I’m Luna” She sways slightly in place, a daydreamy look still on her face, obviously not feeling obligated to say her last name. “And your last name?” Blaise prompts, looking steadily at his friends before turning back to her.

“Lovegood. Luna Lovegood”