Petite Étoile → Luna Lovegood

New Beginnings

Étoile had always been wary. Whenever there was so much as a bristle in the wrong direction, she would turn, eyes alert. The only pros about being a werewolf was that her eyesight and ears were better at seeing and hearing, so she often used them to scavenge out possible enemies.

Evangeline, after hearing that her daughter had become a werewolf, was in disarray. She was in denial, first. Étoile had to endure all four hours of her pacing back and forth, and for a split second she thought that her Mum's anger was targeted at the werewolf who bit her.

But as she started yelling at Étoile, saying how she couldn't quite process having a monster as a daughter, she knew that she was angry at her.

"I'm sorry!" Étoile had said. "It's not my fault!"

"How can you be sorry if you don't think you're the one responsible?" Her mother cooly replied.

For the next three and a half years of her life, Étoile always had cruel words ringing in her ears. It was then that she hated how well she could hear.

"Monster, monster!" Voices chorused. "Monster, monster!" She found herself repeating. One look at the scars and bruises littered across her arm was enough for her to realize that Étoile wasn't just a monster, but a possible murderer. She wasn't safe to be around. Étoile wondered why her Mum kept her despite this.

Evangeline didn't believe Dumbledore would let her attend Hogwarts; they were both surprised as he didn't so much as blink at their request. Evangeline had laughed, "He's had a past of letting dangerous people at the school."

Despite this, Étoile smiled. "People." She was viewed as a person. "And beasts," her Mum added, looking towards her cruelly. "There was a time a dragon was sent in the men's bathroom."

Étoile would have been interested, but she only nodded glumly.

When Étoile saw Hogwarts for the first time, she was completely mesmerized. Despite the red head that had toppled her boat and the dark blonde girl that kept saying something about 'Nargles', and how she wished she was allowed to bring a 'Moon Frog', she couldn't be in higher spirits.

Étoile was relieved she didn't get sorted into any of the houses the two girls were in. The redhead— Ginny Weasley, was a Gryffindor, and the blonde— Luna Lovegood, was a Ravenclaw. Although the hat was close to deciding on Hufflepuff, ultimately she was a Slytherin. This, she figured, was the first time she ever made her Mum remotely proud.

A lot of strange things happened that year, but Étoile was glad that she wasn't ever a part of it. When people kept saying 'Slytherin monster', Étoile was sure that they were talking about her; turns out it was a large Basilisk, which as Luna told her airily in passing, is what she had presumed.

This year, her second year, Étoile figured would be equally as strange when her mother told her someone by the name of Sirius Black was on the loose.

She was less concerned about this, but more concerned when she found out a new DADA teacher was attending the school.