Storyteller by BuckbeakBeyond
Chapter Notes: I don't know if I'll add any more chapters to this.. it all depends on if the Storyteller wants to tell me any more.
The stories within a story
sometimes tell themselves,
but then there are the ones
that no one considers,
no one notices.
This is one of those stories.
It began in a small town,
a town filled with old ideas and ways.
There was a girl in this town.
She was small, but pretty.
Daddy's little girl.
Her mother had died years earlier,
but not before she had left
ideas in the girls head.
Strange ideas.
She began to dream,
and draw,
and think for herself.
The village people didn't approve.
She was friendless,
helpless,
and alone.
As alone as the moon she was named for.
Luna,
that was her name.
I remember it now.
She finally set out
to become a real witch.
The village people didn't know this.
They were not magic,
they did not understand her ways.
They were glad to see her go.
The first few years
at school went by
as most of her years had.
Alone.
Until she met a boy.
A strange boy.
He was much like her
in some little ways,
and some big ways.
He had also been alone.
But he wasn't anymore.
He was known.
The boy,
Harry, I think,
was kind to the girl.
He thought he could understand her.
He was the target
of the most evil wizard
of the century,
maybe of all time.
Lord Voldemort.
No one was safe around Harry,
but it didn't matter.
His friends stuck by him.
Luna was one of them.
She understood him.
Although they didn't meet
until he was fifteen,
and her fourteen,
and although he didn't notice her much,
he meant the world to her.
She would die for him.
The final battle
was finally upon them.
Good versus evil.
Who would overcome?
It took a death to discover the answer.
But you ask,
"The death of who?"
I know not.
I have forgotten.
I am sorry.
But I know one thing:
Harry finally discovered
how much Luna meant to him.
And that is all I know.