Call me Loony(Dark Side AU)||Open
Luna felt weird as she stumbled against a wall, her head filling with a voice that wasn’t hers. It sounded like hers, and it was definitely coming from her mouth, but she wasn’t saying it. She couldn’t focus for a moment as she felt something pushing her out of her own mind. She began moving with no control over it. “Poor poor Luna, You’re so nice, so kind. So overlooked. Well I can make sure that you finally get noticed.” Luna couldn’t control the words coming out of her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. She couldn’t move on her own. Something, or someone, was controlling her.
“Although the name Luna… to you. Call me Loony.” said the voice, which Luna had no other name to call but Loony. Loony let out a high chuckle as she walked out into London. “Let’s see how many people notice your change Luna.”
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Inside the Batcave|| Kurt and Milly
Milly had never had what some would call a ‘normal’ upbringing. But as the daughter of two to the earth’s greatest superheroes, things were bound to be a bit weird.
Steve Rogers had always doted on his daughter and Tony Stark had ensured the she had everything that she would ever desire. He had even teamed up with Clint to design a new pair of super-sonic hearing aids which allowed the otherwise deaf girl to hear.
Milly grew up living at Stark tower, surrounded by the weird and the wonderful. The building was also home to the rest of her father’s team. From a young age she had been taught archery by Uncle Clint, self defence by Aunt Natasha and science by her Uncle Bruce. As well as learning boxing and all kinds of computer programming from her fathers. But despite all these oddities, the strangest event came on her 11th birthday.
“A school for witchcraft and wizardry?” Tony repeated with a bemused expression. “What the hell is that?”
“Maybe it’s like Xaviers’ school?” Steve suggested as he read the letter through once more.
“Like the one that ass Wolverine works at? Not a chance.”
But despite her fathers’ initial reservations about sending her to a boarding school in Britain, an attack on the tower made them realise that maybe sending the girl to a safer environment was the best thing for her. Especially if it meant that she would learn to use her powers; Tony was already dreaming of the day his daughter would be a superhero just like the rest of her family.
Milly soon settled into her new home, and was even assigned a private room due to her special circumstances, Milly used this private space to prove that she was truly the daughter of Tony Stark, and had set up her own workshop, fully equipped with JARVIS; her fathers’ sentient computer programme. Her studies were often neglected in favour of redesigning Tonys’ famous Iron Man suit, modifying it to suit her own requirements. Entirely unknown to her fathers of course. Tony didn’t even know that his daughter had managed to hack into JARVIS’ mainframe in order to replicate his programme to use whilst she was at school.
She was currently sat at her work desk, fixing the visor of her newly built helmet. The power tools she had been using were uncomfortably loud, so she had flicked her hearing aids off for the time being, content to work in silence. She was following the hologramatic projection of her fathers’ suit, altering it every now and then with a wave of her hand to fit her modifications. The work went slowly, but she needed sheer precision if she was ever going to fight in it.
Now.
Now everything was better. In the library he could think, the books had all the answers. But the one he was looking for.
Why in the seven layers of hell he had fallen in love with Hermione Granger? A mudblood? A muggle born?
A wonderful creature.
There. A book talking about human psique. It had to contain the answer to this question. He borrowed the book. It would have to do.
He walked on the streets of muggle London and ended up on Three Broomsticks with the book when she entered the room. He’d waited to see the Weasel with her… But she was alone.
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She shouldn’t be out here, Ashlyn knew that; And still, even though her fingers were freezing horribly, even though she buried her face up until her nose into her warm scarf, the blonde couldn’t feel any regret about leaving Hogwarts for the Hogsmeade weekend. She hadn’t had anyone to accompany her, but Ash didn’t mind. After her father’s violent murder and her transferring schools - from the Salah ad-Din Academy of Witchcraft in Dubai to Hogwarts - the blonde hadn’t found any friends or even tried to do so. She passed her exams, studied quietly, hardly talked - only when she was talked to. Ash had other issues. Her visions had been disturbing her sleep horribly these past few days, leaving her with almost no sleep at all. The weekend of freedom was welcomed, which is the only reason she decided to put on warm clothes and finally leave Hogwarts, even though her body was used to the heat of Dubai. The temperature difference still made Ash wear quite a lot of clothes at once, but she slowly felt as if she was getting better - at least a little. Entering “The Three Broomsticks”, the blonde chose a lonely table in the corner, before she ordered a cup of tea to warm her up. Her accent was still strong - even though her english was fluent, the strong arabic accent still found its way into her language and she often searched for the right words. However, that order did come easily, so she took off her jacket, revealing a warm, lightblue pullover. Ashlyn had had a vision of this moment - of this exact moment, sitting here at the exact same table, waiting for the exact same cup of tea to arrive; Somebody would come over, try to talk to her. Ashlyn Maddison Bailey never had visions if they weren’t important. She was here to meet a person that might change her life - at least a little.
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Luna smiled slightly as she walked up to the grave. She sat in front of it leaving some weird flowers. “Nothing really special happened today. Except I’m halfway done with writing my book. I hope it gets famous. I based the character after you. I had dad tell me what you were like.” She spoke softly to the grave.
On the grave were the word. ‘Here lies Wish Lee Lovegood. Loving mother and wife.’ Luna leaned back slightly, using her hands to support her. Her mother was buried in a muggle cemetery, like she wanted to be. “I wish you could read it, I think it’s quite good so far.” Tears were rolling down her face as she smiled. She only really cried when she came here.
