Haunted (A Luna Lovegood Story)

Luna felt powerless and empty. Painting had always been her sanctuary, her only real home. There was no doubt that the painting she had created was hauntingly beautiful, but it also brought bitter tears of grief, frustration, and something she couldn't identify, threatening to break through the feeble dam she had naively been trying to construct the whole summer.

Sighing, she pointed her wand at the latest disaster-portrait with a mutter of “Incendio.” This isn’t healthy, she told herself as she sought to transfigure the last grains of ash to the beaker. I’m probably going mad like Dad now....