Everybody Loves Luna

In Which Harry is "Kidnapped"

The window is jarred away, ripped from the wall's solid foundations like Dudley when he tears at his food like an untrained animal. There, on a magic carpet was Luna.

"Hi Harry. I thought you'd be lonely, so you want to come with me and daddy to Hawaii for the summer? We're leaving in five minutes."

It was only three days since the whole tragic scenario with Cedric at the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and Voldemort's resurrection, and Harry was squirreled back at the Dursleys and all of his contacts had been severed by that asshole Dumbledore.

"But, what about-"

"He got run over by a bus in London on a drunken spree," Luna commented in a blasé way, as if she was uncaring to the demise of Dung, one of Dumbledore's many lackeys from the Order of the Phoenix, "by the time they even realize your gone, we'll be sharing drinks on sandy warm beaches, and so much more."

Harry James Potter, a Slytherin student (in this timeline) at Hogwarts, smiled. He didn't care that all he had for clothes was a shirt, nor did he care that Luna's eyes were eyeing his "manly wand".

"Let me grab my trunks," he tells her. Five minutes later, Harry was whisked away by Luna. Ten minutes later, the Order of the Phoenix showed up. Harry one again was missing, and they went on a stupid "hunt to retrieve him from the forces of evil", only for him to show up on September 1st with Luna in tow, both wearing Hawaiian clothes from their trip to Hawaii for the summer.

In Which Luna Acquires a Tentacle Monster Named Tim

"What the bloody hell is that?"

"Oh, he's my pet tentacle monster," Luna replies.

The word "tentacle" was caught in the ears of every student.

"Isn't he nice? His name is Tim, and he's able to sniff out boys and girls who had done bad things, and enjoys playing with friends."

In Which Luna Finds a Hockey Mask

She found this washed up on the lake shore. It was completely dirty and showed aged wear on the hard plastic. She remembered seeing this in the muggle world. It was a hockey mask, if she was right. Luna looked it over, taking note of the marks and faded cuts in the aged dirty muddy mask. She washed the muddy parts in the water before shaking it, air drying it. She carried with her, and went back to Ravenclaw Tower through secret compartments and doorways that no one else in the school knew about. It was a week later when she rediscovered that she had it in her trunk.

For some reason, her stuff would stop being "borrowed" by her peers, and also some people began to stay clear form her, as if she was cursed. But, she never took notice of it all and was her usual self. But, it was on this stormy March weekend when she took the mask out of her trunk. She looks at the mirror, and then at the mask. When she had put it on, she never knew of the evil energy contained in the mask would make her take up a machete and stain it red. The legacy of Jason Voorhees, Undead Serial Killer of Crystal Lake, will soon spread within an ancient old castle.

Ki, ki, ki... ma, ma, ma...

But how Jason's mask washed ashore in the Black Lake would remain a mystery...

In Which Luna Discovers How Spammy Fire Flowers Are

Fireballs went sailing down the hallway, in a bouncy sort of way. Harry blinked, as did his friends.

"What? Did I see bouncing fireballs?"

Harry however knew what that was. Luna found where he hidden the Fire Flower stash again. Then what looked like brown mushrooms with furry eyebrows, wide googly eyes, and mud brown feet, were crying out as they were being chased by the fireballs, followed closed by walking different-colored tortoises.

Then Luna walks into view, her long blonde hair flowing in the soft wind at the fast pace she was walking, wearing the clothes of a plumber; overall pants, thick shoes, gloves, a sweater, and a large cap. The overalls was a fire red color, the sweater was bright white, along with the gloves. The shoes were blackish blue however. The cap was red with a half white circle on the front, and when she turned to smile, there was a Ravenclaw blue "L" on it.

Hermione, as well as other muggleborns (and some half-bloods), whom have heard, or had the privilege of owning and playing the Super Mario Bros. video games, were in shock.

"Was that Luna with Mario's Fire Flower powers?"

"Who's Mario?" Ron asked with his wizarding idiocy of all things muggle.

Harry however simply face palmed.

No one was supposed to know the Mushroom Kingdom really existed.

In Which Lady Raven Meets the Batman

"So, are you whom they call the Batman?"

Batman turned around to the female voice and saw a young woman, with a coy smile on her pink lips and arms crossed over her chest.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Just a young lady from across the pond," she replies with a vague and cryptic tone, "you're a hard man to track down."

"Hm... so, what do you want with me?"

"Just some help. I know that you work for the Justice League. So superhero and supervillian powers of alien origin, of natural origin such as the term magic, or mutations of DNA like the whole meta-human business is no shock to you, right...?"

"It depends on what your reasons are for trying to track me down, miss," Batman replied with a no nonsense tone.

"It's quite simple. What do you know of magical energy?"

"Depends on who uses it, and does it help the people, or cause suffering."

The masked female smiles, and uncrosses her arms.

"Good answer, Batman. My name is Lady Raven. I traveled all the way here from England. Trust me, hard to do when you don't have fancy transportation like the Justice League does, Tony Stark and his Iron Man suit, or even the small grouping of mutants not unlike meta-humans like Charles Xavier. Plus, blatant use of magic in England and the Ministry of Magic is rather paranoid about believing the humans without the power of magic would hunt us down like animals, or some stupid bullshit."

"What do you want?"

"Simple. I need your help Batman. While the rest of the world is rather knowledgeable about gods, or aliens, or those who are either heroes of the planet, or are villains wronged one way or another, in my so-called hidden wizarding society, not many who have stepped out of their personal bubbles of fabricated lies to feel superior have never seen anything extraterrestrial, such like Superman when he fights against planetary invaders, or like Flash, a man who can't do magic but is capable of running one hundred plus laps across the globe in the span of ten seconds or less."

Lady Raven sits down on one of the disabled exhaust fan pipes, and crosses her legs lady-like.

"You are one of the few costumed heroes known world-wide. You don't have any super human strength, or have any powers over elements, and yet you fight for justice. You may use gadgets now and then in your assist, but most of the time, your strength comes from your own heart."

"True," he responds, agreeing somewhat n some of the things Raven was speaking about, "so... is this anything like that cryptic seer like Madam Webb?"

"The woman who helps Spider Man in New York? Somewhat. But more along the lines of Dr. Fate or Zatanna. In England, there are humans who are capable of using magic, but most of them, those who claim they are of the purest in blood right, state they can do whatever they wish. In a sense, think of it as a group of idiots who claim they can play god with human lives, only they have the power to back it up: mind control, traceless killing, memory modification or eradication. The rest of the world doesn't know about us."

"Us?"

"Yeah. I'm one of the magicals that can use magic. But, unlike the rest of the so-called Pureblood Supremacists, I don't believe that just because we can do magic doesn't mean we can control the mundane like pawns on a chess board. That's why, as Lady Raven, I rose against their ideological plots. Worse off, of those who agree with their supremacy rules use those rules and laws to intimidate and racially spit upon those who disagree with them, or come into their world from the mundane world."

She frowns here.

"Such ideals and laws are a slow cancer. Corruption within a racially-viewed government, where they can control the press, and use gold to avoid prison sentences... they are ultimately a danger to the whole of society."

"So why do you need my help, Lady Raven?"

"Because, Bruce Wayne," she responds, enjoying the shocked look that came over Batman's face, "should the ultimate danger to mankind spread outside the shores of Europe, the world will know nothing but death and chaos. And because those who believe in the extinction of Meta-Humans bring about a purer human race, the Wizarding World will be painted with the same brush."

"And because of the ideals of the few, those who are innocent of wrongdoing will regardless be hunted down."

"Exactly. The Justice League of its own have their own problems, but if Voldemort makes his move against the human race... well, think about World War II and how the Nazi attempted to take control of the world before they were defeated by the Allied Powers; only paint Voldemort as an Adolf Hitler versus the entire world. In his eyes, if you are not pure of blood, you will die. He'll even perform Global Genocide if it means wiping out those who are of filth."

"I see... someone as dangerous as him could very well be a true danger to the Earth."

"That's why I came here to see you," Raven said, "besides... not only is my world socially inept and unaware of today's increasing technology, but like sheep, the majority believe that my boyfriend has some power to stop that psychopathic madman Voldemort."

"A martyr?" he questioned, rather shocked.

"That's what they want to make my boyfriend as and they won't care of the consequences. Please... I need your help... you, and the help from the Justice League and anyone who believes in the freedom and equal rights to all humans."

Batman went silent, as he thought it over. While learning of this, the Voldemort character sounded like someone that even the Justice League will have trouble against if he truly was as dangerous as Lady Raven painted him as.

"How old is your boyfriend?"

"He's going to be sixteen in a month."

"... You're his age?"

She smiles sadly. "Fifteen, actually."

Batman frowned. She was almost two years younger than Supergirl, and already, she had taken up a mantle she built, and put a mask on.

"What do you want me to do?" he finally asks.

"Help Harry get away from those who want to control his life. I don't wish to lose him or my loved ones," she responds sadly.

"... How did you know who I really was?"

"Not hard to look when you pick he clues out. And don't worry; your secret is safe with me."

"How do I know you're speaking the truth?"

Lady Raven smiled, before she pulls her cowl and hood of her head, exposing her face to Batman.

"Because you'll keep my secret of who I am. My name is Luna Lovegood, and my boyfriend's name is Harry Potter, someone who I truly love, and someone I want to save before they crush whatever innocence he has left."

Batman stares the girl down. She was indeed as she said she was. He knew some of his colleges would raise a complaint about it, but, he could see the truth in her silver gray eyes.

"Put your mask back on. And follow me, Lady Raven."

She smiles, and places her mask and cowl back on. Together, the two caped crusaders roof hop across Gotham.

In Which Luna Finds a Crumple-Horned Snorkack

Luna was sipping her tea during lunch, smiling as if all was right with the world, and chaos from children and her former tormentors running from a blood-thirsty magic-proof creature was trying to destroy all in its wrath much like the Quintaped.

"Uh... what the bloody hell is that and why do all the professors have a hard time trying to subdue it?" Harry had to ask Luna.

"Oh, him? His name's Tim. He's a Crumple-Horned Snorkack that I always talk about," she beams Harry a smile, then pets him on the head as if he was her pet cat... or a pet dog.

"AHHHHH!"

Severus Snape had to be rescued, but his poor man bits couldn't be taken out of the creature's mouth in time...

Ow...

The poor bastard...

In Which Luna's Alter-Ego Is Tobi

Luna smiles to herself, fingering her butter beer cap necklace, before she gets dressed in her usual school clothes, and then takes out her witch's robes. The black fabric was now decorated with blood red clouds.

"Luna is a good girl," she says with a cheerful smile, finally donning a spiral pumpkin orange mask with only a single eye hole. Her only exposed eye then bleeds to a blood red tint, her pupil sharpening as a three bladed tomoe begins to spin.

Deep within her soul, a childish yet masculine voice cackles in amusement...

To Which the Nobody is Anxul

She gazes around, idly twirling her tripartite nunchaku. She wondered this foreign land of darkness and desertion. She left the various rusted Keyblades to lay discarded, abandoned by their forever-lost owners. She was born, that she knew, but her emotions, what few she held, weren't whole. Her heart, however, was missing. She had a soul, but she did not hold a heart (Where is my heart?). She lost her heart to the darkness when she gave to it. When she gave into the darkness in order to destroy her tormentors, the darkness claimed her. And now, here she wandered... she did not know how she died, but the few memories she had was that it involved a flash of emerald green light (The light... why does it hurt so much?).

Several monsters, strange that they be, suddenly sprung at her from crevices of the shadows, holes in the ground, or emerge from the clouds themselves in the forever dusk sky. But her neutral indifference never wavered as she spun her weapon with a mastery form (The Dog of Ice, growls and roars as it tears through despite the shackles of iron), slicing with blades of ice and glittering gales of frost. The last monster, a yellow black-like jar or pot (Mustard Jar... was it what its name is?), shatters away, and then all I silent except for the howling gust of wind to beat the dust into the air. Her long auburn hair whips in the wind, but she pulls the smooth locks of hair away from her storm gray eyes.

She wondered the foreign land, in search for something. Was it her complete memories (Who? Who is that boy with the green eyes?)? Was it her heart? Or, was it her emotions...? Or maybe, she sought for all three so that in a way, she can fill this gnawing emptiness that existed inside her body. She had few memories, but one that was in vivid details (flash of green light). And when she awoken so long ago (how long have I been alive?), the fragment that continued to shine depicted the luminous glow of a yellow white crescent (Moon...). For this reason, she felt the name "Anxul" was a competent name until she discovered who she truly was...

In Which Luna Creates a Fearful Garden

Luna smiled softly, wiping the bit of blood from her face as she lifted her bloody meat cleaver. Cho was dead, eyes frozen in object horror. Blood stains covered much of the floor, mostly coming from the brutal chops made to amputate her arms.

"Stupid little Chinese bitch..."

The room shifted and changed, until a giant cremation furnace appeared in a flare of magic, and she shoved Cho's body into the fiery furnace and slammed the steel shutters, and applied the simple hook nail lock. She could smell Cho's flesh burning as it cooked. She waited and waited until smoke was billowing from the ventilation shafts in the furnace, before getting up. Placing the arms into her shrinkable trunk with preservation charms etched in runic layers, she showers her body and banishes any blood on her clothes before leaving the Room of Requirement.

It was midnight when she snuck out of Hogwarts, and returned to Devon using a Vanishing Cabinet she stole from Knockturn Alley to return to her hidden garden of rotting arms.

"I got so many arms to plant... all fo my victims... the foolish who tormented me in my six years at Hogwarts..."

A mad smile crossed the girl's lips as she opens her trunk and inhales deeply. The rotting scent of flesh would have made a weak person gag and vomit, but she was insane... almost as insane as Bellatrix.

She would spend thirty minutes planting eighteen arms of her nine victims, before returning to Hogwarts, showering, destroying any evidence, and then go to bed without a care in the world. By the morning, news would make note the Hogwarts Killer struck again, but it will be far too late before the lazy incompetent Aurors finally got off their asses to do their jobs.

But, it'll be too late before anyone stopped Luna from killing every single student who tormented her in her six years at Hogwarts.

In Which Luna Lovegood Helps Celty Sturluson

"I'm glad you're here."

A woman got off a motorcycle (which was a horse in disguise). She wore a full-on racing suit, form-fitting and made of leather, with slim boots, gloves, and she wore a yellow racing helmet with a full shield visor. You couldn't see through the visor, and on the top resembled cat ears.

Luna smiled.

"You helped my ancestors before. It's only fair I helped you, Celty."

The racer woman, identified as Celty, typed away on something before lifting it back at her. "I see you take after your great grandmother I met long ago in the 30's."

Luna smiled. "Yeah. People say I look like my mum."

"I can understand what they mean," Celty replies, via her cell phone, "but we can catch up later, though. Right now, I need your help."

"Sure. So, what's up?"

"Some people with your type of internal energy have recently been hunting for me."

From some of her shadows, she dissolves it, and showed Luna a tattered fabric of cloth. On it showed a familiar symbol to the young woman.

"... I see..."

"So, you know what it is then?"

"Yes. I do."

She looks at Celty.

"But the person who used this as his symbol of tyranny has been dead since spring of 1998. Gellert Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald... was he?"

"A dark wizard, and as far as history portrayed him, the magical version of Adolf Hitler... this symbol... also is the marking for the fabled Deathly Hallows; a trio of otherworldly powers that grants the person who collects the Deathly Hallows mastery over death in all forms..."

"Deathly Hallows? I may have heard of such a thing before," Celty replied.

"My friend Harry Potter has the Deathly Hallows, but he has sealed them up to prevent anyone from ever using them. He kept the cloak, one of the three items, but he destroyed the Elder Wand by snapping it in many pieces, then turned it into kindling which he burned to ash, then dropped the filled pot into a volcano."

"That was a wise choice."

Luna nodded.

"How long ago have you met these wizards who bore that symbol?"

"About a week ago, when I was on one of my lone rides around Japan, when they attacked ruthlessly and did not care about the innocent people that were around. I did all I could to stop them. I... I had to kill them to prevent any more deaths. One of them escaped, but I sliced his arm off, and this I caught this tied cloth with this symbol on it."

"Hm... stupid they would do this in broad daylight. The world's changing and it's harder and harder to keep the Wizarding World a secret what with advanced avionics, satellites, and technology..."

"They either knew and did not care of the consequences for their actions, or they wanted to attack in this manner... after all, humanity as a whole fear the unknown."

Luna nodded. Celty brought up a wise point.

"Maybe these wizards with Grindelwald's symbolism believe your powers could be of weapons use... with the Deathly Hallows incapacitated, they may have looked in other sources, and somehow, came across you. You're known well yourself, of course Celty, as the Headless Rider of Japan."

Luna had the notion if Celty had her head back and attached to her body, she would be blushing. By her mannerisms, she was correct in her thought of Celty sporting a blush she would never see.

"Oh and how's your boyfriend?"

"How you know I had a boyfriend?"

"I didn't," she replied, then flash a sly grin, "you just told me."

"Oh you sneak," Celty responded.

"Regardless... for now, you should contact your boyfriend through text. Just let him know your fine and you're with a friend."

"Yeah... he should know I am fine... he's probably worried about me right now."

Luna nodded, and waited for Celty to create and send her message off by text. Right now, she had to figure out how to get Celty the protection she needed, without drawing the Department of Mysteries' attention towards Celty's unique powers.