ChronoLuna - Across realms

Chapter 10: The Wand of Threads (Part 1)

The Lovegood house had always stood a little apart—tilted just slightly to one side, like it had grown too curious about the stars. The path leading to it was winding and overgrown with oddly humming plants, many of which had been crossbred by Pandora Lovegood during late-night experiments. Despite its peculiar charm, the house was never truly isolated.

In the surrounding hills of Ottery St. Catchpole, other magical families lived quietly. Hidden from the Muggle world by powerful enchantments and old agreements, the area had its own rhythm—older than time, steeped in magic.

One such family lived just across the valley.

"Luna, dear," her mother called from the kitchen, "Molly Weasley sent word—they're stopping by before your trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow."

Luna, sitting on the windowsill with a half-carved rune stone in her lap, blinked. "Are all of them coming?"

"Just Arthur and two of the boys—Fred and George, I believe. And little Ginny."

Luna nodded slowly. Her fingers brushed against the smooth curve of the rune. She remembered her birthdays from earlier years—quiet things with floating fruitcakes, dreamcatcher-shaped streamers, and the occasional visitor from the valley.

The Weasleys were always kind.

Molly Weasley had brought her homemade treacle tarts when Luna turned seven. Ginny had once pulled her into a game of tag with the local children. Luna hadn't spoken much then—she still didn't—but her laughter had echoed among the trees that day.

Even the Gregory family, with their stern but warmhearted matriarch, had come to her eighth birthday, bearing a gift of enchanted boots that walked on walls—for five minutes at a time. "Your Luna's an odd little moonbeam," Mrs. Gregory had said fondly. "But a bright one."

The fireplace in the Lovegood house flared green that evening as Arthur Weasley stepped through, adjusting his glasses and brushing soot from his travel-worn robes. "Pandora! Xenophilius! Still tilting the house to point at Saturn, are we?"

"Only on weekends," Pandora laughed, embracing him with fond warmth.

Fred and George tumbled through behind their father, followed by a red-haired girl barely ten, eyes wide and bright.

Luna stood quietly at the doorway, hands folded behind her back. Ginny ran up to her at once.

"You got your letter, didn't you?! Fred said he saw an owl heading your way!"

Luna nodded. "It was a beautiful owl. It dropped a feather with starlight on it."

Fred blinked. "Uh... starlight?"

George grinned. "She means moonlight. Or imagination."

Luna smiled dreamily. "They're the same thing."

Ginny giggled, looping her arm through Luna's. "We're going shopping tomorrow too! I wish I was going to Hogwarts already."

"We'll see each other again soon," Luna murmured. "In different ways."

The adults chatted near the hearth, sipping tea that shimmered violet. Fred and George were already inspecting Luna's scattered rune stones, trying to trigger one. They failed—thankfully. Pandora had added fail-safes after a flaming incident involving a gnome, two bludgers, and a bowl of custard.

As twilight draped itself over the hills, the Weasleys said their goodbyes. "We'll see you at the Leaky Cauldron tomorrow morning!" Arthur called as the last green flame swallowed them.

Later, as the moon rose, Luna sat with her mother in the greenhouse. Pandora held a small bundle wrapped in velvet.

"We've talked about your wand," she said gently, "and I know you're... different."

"I don't think any wand from Ollivanders will match me," Luna replied honestly.

Pandora nodded. "That's why we've prepared something."

She unwrapped the velvet bundle.

Inside was a core of polished yew, not too dark, not too light. Along its center was a fine thread of Luna's own hair—silver-blonde, but subtly shifting in hue. Woven through it were fragments of dreamcatcher feathers, a single scale from a Moon Serpent (an extinct creature from her dreams), and a sliver of mirrored star-glass Pandora had crafted in her youth.

"We'll take this to Ollivanders," her mother said. "He'll finish the bonding. But the wand will already know you."

Luna reached out, feeling the soft hum of magic. It pulsed to her rhythm. Not just her magic—but her soul.

System Response:Material Resonance Detected: Chrono-Spatial Alignment 72%Harmonic Bonding: CompatibleWarning: Wand is semi-sentient. Dream-Linked. Potential instability if emotionally compromised.

She didn't mind the warning. She was used to warnings.

She was used to being different.

The next morning, the Lovegoods prepared for their journey. Pandora wore traveling robes laced with stardust threads. Xenophilius had a hat that flapped when he bowed. Luna wore her favorite robe with shimmering raven patterns embroidered around the collar—a gift from her mother two years ago.

The Weasleys met them at the Leaky Cauldron. Other families were also arriving: a few she recognized from the village, some she'd only seen in her dreams. Among them was a quiet girl named Amanda Gregory, a shy witch with storm-gray eyes who always smelled of fresh ink.

Pandora nodded toward the hidden brick wall. "Are you ready?"

Luna stepped forward. "Yes."