The Lonely Life of Luna Lovegood

Chapter Four

Luna swallowed something that was climbing up her throat and gripped hard onto the end of the broomstick. Never had she flown one, but that didn't matter now. All she knew was that she had to get Ralph. She pushed down as hard as she could and leaned forwards, the broom immediately zoomed down. She couldn't see Ralph at all, the lights of Ottery St. Catchpole were flooding out anything else that could be seen. Ralph's wand had fallen with him, so she could use no magical means she knew of to help her.

'Come on!' she exclaimed, looking for anything that might have looked like a body. And then she saw something, but it wasn't one body, there were four. Was one of them Ralph?

'Hello!?' she shouted over the wind that rushed through her. Up closer, she could see that three of them had flaming red hair and that they were all on broomsticks. She had flown down to The Burrow. And there was Ralph! He was on the back of one of their brooms.

'Ralph!' She called, relieved.

'Luna! I'll never try anything like that again. Lucky the Weasley's here were playing Quidditch.'

One of the boys that wore horn-rimmed glasses and sat very awkwardly on the broom spoke:

'I'm Percy, this is Fred and George,' he said pointing to the two identical twins that now winked simultaneously.

'Thank-you for saving my friend. Now I think we should get back Ral-' But Luna could not complete her sentence, for a jet of red light had hit her squarely on her chest and she had been knocked off of the broom. She was now falling, just like Ralph had, down to the fields below.