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Lingering Under the Lunar Light by Dobby101

Format: Novella
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 7,349
Status: WIP

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Action/Adventure, Young Adult
Characters: OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 01/29/2012
Last Chapter: 02/09/2012
Last Updated: 02/09/2012

Summary:
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Waves of blonde hair rode down her back. Her dreamy aqua colored eyes widened in curiosity. Sophia looked up at the man who had so rudely interrupted her experimenting. That's when she saw the crazy black hair and dazed looking expression. The curiosity in his eyes mirrored the curiosity in hers. In that moment she would have never dreamed of what was to come...A story about Luna's mum!



Chapter 2: Lunar Brewing

Disclaimer: JK owns it all.

A/N: Keep in mind while you read this chapter that Sophia is NOT Luna. And that stories are all about character development :)

I think I might start adding song lyrics at the beginning of chapters. Opinions?

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-Dobby


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Cauldron? Check.

Measuring utensils? Check.

Ingredients? She looked over her recipe.

Check.

Sophia shrunk all her equipment down to a size she could easily fit into her backpack and then grinned proudly as she hiked it onto her shoulders, hearing the clink of knife against cauldron. She was counting that the rain from earlier today had dried up so she would have a few dry twigs to make a fire with.

A soft bit of fur rubbed on her bare legs and she looked down to see her cat, a pure black creature with riveting golden eyes. Sophia leaned down and brushed his head with her tiny fingers, noticing that there was a slight bump where there hadn’t been before. Maybe he had simply gotten into a fight with another animal.

“Hey, Godric,” she cooed as she continued to pet her cat named after the founder of Gryffindor house. Sophia always knew her second House choice if she could pick would have been Gryffindor, but as most of her family had been in Ravenclaw, she wasn’t surprised when that was what the Sorting Hat had called out to the Great Hall her first day of Hogwarts. “Want to come with me?”

Godric looked up at Sophia with his astonishing wide eyes and rubbed his body against her leg with more force than last time as an answer. Sophia opened her arms wide and Godric happily jumped into them and immediately started purring. Sophia took a glance around her room to make sure she had not forgotten anything before quietly slipping out the door.

She checked her watch. It was five minutes to midnight which meant that it was the perfect time to sneak out of the house and down to the river. Sophia had diligently watched most of the Order members arrive at her house from the top step on the second floor. As her parents had never spoken of the Order around her, she was curious as to who had been chosen as a member of the elite group.

While she had been sitting there, she had seen many familiar faces ranging from Professor McGonagall to Peter Pettigrew, who along with his best friends, had been two years ahead of Sophia at Hogwarts. She saw the gorgeous Sirius Black and James Potter walk into her house, along with Lily Evans, who looked heavily pregnant and quite frankly, Sophia thought she might pop at any moment. Judging by the weary and tired look on James’ face, he wasn’t very happy that his wife had chosen to come along, but Lily was smiling and friendly to everyone around her, just as Sophia had remembered her from Hogwarts.

Other members who had entered ranged from strange people Sophia had never seen in her entire life to a few familiar Professors from Hogwarts. She took particular note in a man with long and messy black hair who was wearing dark purple robes that had a light blue lining. As he was escorted through her home, she noticed his eyes kept darting everywhere, either taking everything in or looking for something. Sophia made a mental note not to trust this man. He seemed shady.

Sophia felt a pang of guilt as soon as she stepped out into the summer night. After all, the lot of the people sitting in her basement right now had been called to her house in order to protect her and she was going off in a place where Voldemort could easily snatch her up.

After she had left her parents at the dinner table, she had rushed up the stairs, already sure of her plans to go down the river the following day; however she did think a little harder about the whole perspective of things and she had come to a very logical conclusion.

First, it was Voldemort. She had yet to read a newspaper article where he had come traipsing up to his victim’s house. He had other ways. Sneaky and devious tricks that would make the shields around her house useless. If the evil man was persistent enough and absolutely sure he wanted her, Sophia knew she didn’t stand a chance.

Therefore, she already had a plan of what she would do if she was caught. Sophia already knew a few strong protective charms and a number of curses, but she promised herself she would continue to read up on defensive magic. However if her fighting failed and she was caught, she was ready. She had hidden a list of her own spells and potions under a floorboard in the basement, all the way in the corner so nobody would find it. That way it was safe from all evil. She vowed that she would keep all her secrets and smarts locked up inside her, no matter what they did to her.

So either way, she knew what she was going to do and, besides, knowledge stopped for nobody. Either she could work on this potion tonight or ten years from now, somebody would work on it then. And Sophia was darn sure that she would be the first to come up with the Werewolf cure. It was the competitive side of her that drew her further down to the river after the guilt of betraying her parents set in.

With the full moon shining bright in the sky, Sophia hurried down the slope with her back full of equipment and Godric’s sharp claws gripping onto her clean cotton shirt. After all the studies she could find, she had concluded and theorized that this potion would be better off brewed when the sun was almost at the tip of its rotation, which would occur at approximately 1:07 AM. Sophia quick checked her watch. It was 12:12. She was right on schedule. The only thing that could go wrong would be if the Order meeting let out early and she wasn’t in her bed when her parents checked on her.

To which she would blame it on sleep walking, a fake illness she had attributed to herself after her parents caught her sneaking downstairs multiple times during the nights as a child to sneak pudding from the fridge. Bless their hearts; Sophia’s parents would believe any word that she said. Sophia had been “sleepwalking” for about twelve years now. And her parents were no bit closer to realizing she was lying than Sophia was to failing her N.E.W.T’s.

Sophia knew that she shouldn’t lie to her parents and disobey as much as she actually did; however, since a young age, she had been addicted to the adrenaline of being caught and making up an excuse on the spot. It was like a game to her, seeing how long it took her wits to overcome her parents’. To her parents, it must be a terribly awful thing to have a daughter whose IQ ranked higher than both of theirs combined. However to Sophia, who had grown tired of crossword puzzles and other brain teasers at the age of seven, the game of “Outwitting Your Own Parents” was her own way to keep her mind sharp as a tack.

It was very rarely that she felt bad about the game, but occasionally Sophia would tone her excuses back a bit and let her parents actually punish her. Sometimes it was good to give the underdog a victory. It gave them their confidence back.

As Sophia reached her sacred position, her heart sunk when she felt how wet and soft the muddy Earth was. Of course the shade of the tall trees would prevent the water from evaporating during the day. How could she be so careless in her thinking! Sophia dropped Godric to the ground and he hissed at her when his small paws hit the damp earth. He quickly hopped onto the nearest rock that must have had a streak of sunlight hit it during the day as it and the rocks surrounding it, looked pretty much dry. Sophia dropped her sack onto the stones.

She grabbed her wand from her back pocket and pointed it at the ground, thinking a few choice words and before her, the mud transformed from a dark, gross brown to a light sand color. Perfect. Although the full moon created a lot of light outside of the trees, under their protection, Sophia’s eyes had a hard time adjusting. Working as quickly as she could in the dark, she gathered some twigs and sticks, placing them in a strategic pattern beside the bed of rocks. Once she had the perfect arrangement, she yet again pointed her wand at the ground and muttered, “Incendio.”

As soon as the flames kindled to life, Sophia worked diligently on getting her thing unpacked and enchanted back to size. It was so much easier being able to do magic outside of Hogwarts now. She had everything she needed set up in the matter of seconds.

Sophia nestled herself cross-legged on the dirt, aware that her favorite shorts were now destined to be washed. Washing her clothes was never a specialty of Sophia’s, she preferred to wear things many times before having them cleaned.

Hands moving at a steady and fluid motion, she got to work carefully measuring out the correct measurements of Gillyweed, Phoenix tears, and other complicated ingredients. The ingredients she had gotten had cost more than an arm and a wand. If she spilled any of them, her wallet would never forgive her.

As she sat working, she paid attention to the peaceful tune nature was playing for her. The sound of water trickling downstream mixed perfectly with the hum of the toads and the ribbit! of the frogs. Added into the calming song was the slight rustling of leaves as the breeze whistled by her ears. Although not noticeable to most people, Sophia could faintly here the sound of small woodland creatures scurrying through the thick grass on the other side of the creek.

After a while of working, Sophia felt a bit hungry so she reached into her bag for the small snack she had packed earlier among her important entities. Out she pulled a small box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. Carefully, she spilled a few into the crease of her shirt so they wouldn’t touch the dirty ground. Sifting through them for a minute, she finally found the one she wanted and popped it into her mouth, tasting the distinctness of earwax hit her tongue.

“What are you doing here?” a voice asked, causing Sophia to jump and spill the rest of her beans onto the floor. Before turning around to look, Sophia had already registered the voice as a man, but it didn’t have the masculine attributes to it like she was used to from her father and other boys in her year.

Sophia cautiously turned around, aware of the sacred ingredients lying opened at her toes. Behind her was the same man she had seen earlier, wearing the awful-looking robes. Just as his behavior in the house, he couldn’t keep his gaze from darting all around. Being this close to him, Sophia noticed that one of his eyes was slightly lazy compared to the other; but only so slightly that another being might not have taken notice. She was good at picking out traits in people that others barely ever noticed. She could also tell that he seemed a bit uncomfortable that he was the one to find her in out of bounds territory.

“I think I could ask the same to you,” Sophia replied meanly. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the meeting?”

“Professor Dumbledore wished to speak to your parents privately so the rest of us went out for drinks in that exquisite garden your mother has made,” his voice was airy sort of, as if he had just seen something that had taken his breath away. Sophia continued to look up at him in skepticism. She vaguely remembered him from somewhere, though she couldn’t quite place it.

The man continued to look into the trees as their conversation progressed. He seemed amazingly lost in thought.

“If you went for drinks in the garden, how did you make your way down here?” Sophia asked accusingly. She was not the type of person that particularly liked annoying and strange people wondering into her private areas.

“I heard the pinnylynks,” he said casually, still looking into the highest branches. “They live in the trees.”

Sophia’s eyebrows crinkled in frustration. She knew there was no such thing as a pinnylynk that lived in the trees above her hiding spots. This man was off his rocker.

Who are you??” she asked exasperatedly. Obviously Dumbledore must have been desperate if he had recruited this guy to protect her. Sophia felt slightly annoyed that she was such a low priority on Dumbledore’s Protection Services list.

This question seemed to bring the man’s attention back down to her. His long black hair hung over his soft blue eyes, blocking most of his facial features from view. He cocked his head to the side.

“My name is Xenophilius Lovegood.”

“Xenophilius?” Sophia questioned rather rudely. She lived in a world of Mary’s and Joseph’s. Xenophilius…how do two people come up with a name like that?

Ignoring her taunting, Xenophilius asked her again, “Why are you out here brewing a potion under such a large full moon? Surely, your parents would have let you brew potions in your gigantic basement?”

“This potion needs to be brewed under a full moon. I’m trying to cure werewolves,” Sophia wasn’t quite sure why she added the last part, maybe to prove to this man that she was more intelligent than he was.

“Do you know any werewolves?” he asked curiously. Getting tired of looking down at her, he took a seat on the part of the soil she had not dried.

“Well…no. I was planning on finding one in the next month,” Sophia admitted, staring into her golden liquid brew. Godric peeked around the cauldron to take a look at the visiting stranger.

Xenophilius looked into her brew, too; however he didn’t look into it like it was just a potion. Just like he looked at the trees, it looked like he was trying to find a deeper meaning in the bubbling potion.

“I know a werewolf,” he said simply, as if it was the most common thing in the world to know a dangerous creature.

“You do?” Sophia asked excitedly. She knew the man was a slight wack-job, but if he knew a werewolf, it would save her a lot of trouble of going through the process of finding one herself. “Can you introduce me?”

Xenophilius looked down at Sophia’s excited face and then down to her spilled Bertie Bott’s Beans in the dirt. “I’m sorry. It seems as if I made you spill all the good tasting ones.”

Sophia looked down, having completely forgotten about the candy. She shrugged. “I prefer the other ones anyway. Earwax is my favorite.”

It was Xenophilius’ turn to look at her in confusion. “Strange,” he murmured in one breath. “Why?”

“I’m not sure,” Sophia answered. “The other ones are just plain and boring. You can get those flavors wherever you go.”

He nodded as if understanding Sophia’s tastes, but she was sure he didn’t. She had never met anybody else who preferred the disgusting beans over the cherry and blueberry flavors. She did not expect to meet anybody who understood now.

Sophia knew that she only had a few minutes left before she had to add her last ingredient to the potion, but she didn’t know a way in which to ask Xenophilius to leave. He seemed relaxed and prepared to stay out here the rest of the night.

“So…uhm,” Sophia began, but was saved her breathe when Xenophilius cut her off.

“I should probably head back. You’re not supposed to be out here you know. The meeting will be over in half hour.” Sophia knew the man was giving her a warning. But for some strange reason, she could tell that he wasn’t going to tattle to her parents that she was out here. For reasons unknown to her, she trusted this Xenophilius Lovegood.

“Bye,” Sophia said casually, extending a hand.

“Good-bye Sophia.” He took her hand a shook it before getting up. “If the pinnylynks come down, try to lure them in with a low whistle.”

He demonstrated quietly before walking away, back towards the light of the house. As Sophia watched him disappear, she suddenly remembered him. He had been a Hufflepuff two years ago and most people made fun of him behind his back.

Now Sophia understood why.

But for some reason, she was wondering when she would see him next.


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