A Butterfly Flaps its Wings... and I am Misplaced (Pre-Hogwarts)

Early Years

Identity

How did this happen?

Wasn't there some sort of gatekeeper for death? As a tentative believer in rebirth myself, I'd been expecting to not have any memories of another life or even be aware it wasn't my first until I came across reincarnation. My second hypothesis was simply that there was no rebirth or heaven and it would simply be like going to eternal sleep or under anaesthetic and not waking up.

None of my musings could solve the perplexing mystery.

Neither could they solve the mystery of why exactly I seemed to have been reborn as a fictional character.

Luna Lovegood had been fiction - until I'd found myself in her body.

I felt bad for taking over her body but it wasn't going to bring her back.

I knew that.

It didn't stop me feeling guilty.

But how could I have expected this? How could anyone? I hadn't orchestrated Luna's death - for all I knew, I could be the original. Nah...

The fact of the matter was that through no fault of my own, I had found myself in another's body. The only thing I could do for the first Luna Lovegood was to live my life as I saw fit.

I didn't believe that.

If someone took over my body though, I liked to think I would leave them such a message and I wanted - needed, even, - to start treating myself the same way I tried to treat others.

Thankfully, my progress in this hadn't reset with this new body but I still wasn't good.

That's what I would do for Luna, for that little child.

And for myself to because at the end of the day, everyone uses each other. To be happy, to lash out at and anything else. I would use and be used for the right thing. But that was subjective so all I could promise Luna was that I would do my best.

Luna Lovegood had been a unique and formidable woman - I was so thankful I didn't have to suffer a gender change. On the other hand, it would have been an interesting learning experience. But I knew the female body and was glad for it.

I swore that I would do my best by Luna - by myself.

I was Luna Lovegood and I was going to rock it.

Luna had been unique and formidable and she was going to be unique and formidable.

Spiral

It was one of those days.

My brain was pointing out absolutely everything wrong with what was going on and my thoughts absolutely refused to settle. Baby moods were not fun.

When I realised I'd been reborn into the HP World with all my memories of the series, I wasn't sure what to do first - scream or plot. As the typical scatterbrain that I am, I ended up doing neither. I justified it by reminding myself that 'no plan survives first contact with the enemy'. Then, I wondered who my enemy would be. I still hadn't decided how to feel about Dumbledore and Snape. Or just the teachers in general. Like, seriously, where were they the whole series? Late. Always late I tell you.

I think that the premise of every plot that stars children and teenagers though generally has the adults out of the way. Actually, there are probably some exceptions... But the important thing is that teachers are virtually invisible in the HP plot. Sure there's Umbridge, Dumbledore and Snape but the second's the Headmaster and the third is a spy. There's no way in hell that Umbridge counts as a teacher. Anyway, before I start about Lockhart, the point stands. The teachers never act like adults. Harry, Hermione and Ron have to do it all by themselves. So... if I wanted to help - and I did because I was just that nice (not really) - then I would have to integrate myself with them.