Dabria Lovegood Fanfic Prologue

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Luna stared at her two babies, cradling them gently yet with a tear-stained face. She couldn't imagine that her children would grow up, never knowing her father. At that moment, she knew what to name these gurgling infants. "Dabria. Your name shall be Dabria Lovegood," Luna said aloud. Dabria cooed. She turned to the other twin. "Don't worry. I haven't forgot you. Your name shall be Loralai Lovegood." Luna had named Dabria this because it symbolized the angel of death. She knew that Dabria would face hard times that were yet to come. Loralai, on the other hand, she name spirit of death and life. She wanted her to live in peace. Loralai's blue eyes sparkled with mischief. However, Luna couldn't stand the grief of the death of Rolf Scamander. Ever since the last battle at Hogwarts, too many loved ones were lost and Luna lost all hope, always waiting and preparing for the worst to happen. Luna withstood another 10 years, looking after Dabria and Loralai. Over these years, she went looking for a suitable mother that would adopt the two of them. Her persistence was rewarded with her finding of a young woman in her twenties. This woman, Hazel was eager to welcome the children in. Yet, Luna still hesitated to give her children away to a muggle. She was also worried that even if Hazel was good at heart, would she really let Dabria and Loralai attend Hogwarts? Her end was coming near so she had no time to think over. Just after she handed the weeping pair to Hazel, she fell terribly ill and eventually passed away. *** Hazel was a good considerate mother. However, she always favorited between the two and often, she chose me, Dabria. I grew up healthy and well but sadness always overwhelmed me. Another thing always bothered me. I fear that I may be weird or the odd one out. You see, sometimes I do things that seem impossible or even magical. One good example of this was when both Loralai and I were 10 years old, Loralai was being especially annoying so somehow, I wiped her memory clean. I really hope she's ok. There's this huge gap in her life that she will never know including the nine years with our birth mother, Luna. For the next year, I was content and full of laughter. However, the past haunted me. I tried and tried to put it at the back of my mind and at ease. Everything went along smoothly with no signs of unusualness or magic until a letter addressed to me and Loralai was sent. As I collected the post, I spotted this vivid green ink. It wrote 'To Dabria Lovegood, From Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.' I gaped at those words.