Chapter 9: The Letter from the Sky
Summer sunlight filtered through the leaves of the tall trees surrounding the Lovegood house. A warm breeze carried the scent of honeysuckle and ink, blending the natural and magical worlds in perfect harmony. Luna sat beneath the old willow tree near their backyard pond, a worn sketchbook in her lap, scribbling softly with a self-inking quill.
Her drawings were half creatures and half ideas—whimsical devices fueled by ethereal power sources, gears wound by dreamlight. Even if none of them worked yet, she believed that, someday, they might.
System Sync: 51.2%
Dream Power Calibration: Stable
Magical Signature: Increasing gradually with emotional focus.
The subtle hum of a magical ward brushed across her skin.
Something is approaching...
Luna stood up, brushing grass from her blue robes. Her eyes lifted skyward just in time to see an owl—a tawny blur against the sun—descending with a sealed envelope clutched in its talons. It circled once and landed on a nearby branch with a hoot, holding out the letter with surprising dignity.
Luna took the envelope carefully.
Thick parchment. Emerald-green ink. The crest of Hogwarts.
She knew.
Not just from the stories her mother had told her, but from the ache in her chest. The same ache that told her when a dream was real. Her path had shifted once again.
She opened it slowly.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, etc.)
Dear Miss Lovegood,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Term begins on September 1. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
The letter shimmered in Luna's hands.
System Alert: Major Timeline Checkpoint Reached.
Integration Path: Hogwarts Branch – Primary Magical Education
Dream Detection Expanded to Include Magical Beings within 5-meter range.
New Subsystem Unlocked: Basic Detection Interface (Level 1)
Luna tilted her head. "You always know, don't you?" she murmured to the air, though she was speaking to the system more than the owl.
The owl gave a soft hoot and flew away, leaving her with the weight of new beginnings.
Back inside, Pandora gasped joyfully when Luna handed her the letter.
"So soon? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," she said, pulling her daughter into a tight hug. "We'll need to visit Diagon Alley soon. And we must find you a wand. Though, I wonder... your magic already feels oddly tuned to something else."
Luna didn't answer. Her eyes drifted to her hand, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.
System Note: Wand Compatibility Detected. Custom Wand Material Suggested: Luna Hair + Residual Temporal Crystal
"Mummy, I think I want to help make my wand. Not just buy it."
Pandora's eyes sparkled. "Of course, darling. A wand that chooses you... but also one you help create."
That night, Luna dreamed.
She stood on a hill of starlight. Shadows of forgotten characters drifted around her—heroes, villains, scientists, sorcerers—from a world no longer her own.
They whispered.
Ideas. Blueprints. Equations. Warnings.
A city floating in the sky.
A suit of metal powered by an arc reactor.
A shield thrown in defiance.
System Log: Dream Archive Accessed – Parallel World Recollection
Compression Level: 13%
Current Marvel Timeline Divergence: 5 years before Initial Public Event.
Luna frowned. So it hadn't started yet—this world's great storm.
She had time. To learn. To grow. To prepare.
But only if she stayed quiet.
The next day, she sat again under the willow tree, writing lists.
Books. Cauldron. Wand core. Spare hair sample. Protective charm stone.
And then, in the margin, almost like a secret wish:
Dream Storage Capsule
Basic Detection Module Enhancer
Time-Dream Notebook (Encrypted)
Status Check:
Name: Luna Lovegood
Age: 11
Magic Affinity: Time, Dream, Spatial
System Sync: 51.2%
Detection: Level 1 (Partial Creature/Object Information)
Dream Realm: Stable for short periods
Wand: In progress (Hair-Core Custom Design)
Luna smiled to herself.
The wind shifted slightly, and in it, she heard the whisper of a future not yet written.
End of Chapter 9: The Letter from the Sky