ChronoLuna - Across realms

Chapter 3: The Years Between (Age 4–11)

The air of Ottery St. Catchpole remained gentle and mild, as the seasons passed and Luna grew. After the incident that shook the very fabric of reality and saved her mother's life, things had settled — but only on the surface. Inside, Luna was changing, adapting, and becoming something far beyond what any ordinary child might become.

Her days were filled with quiet, whimsical moments. She still played with leaves and stones and whispered to butterflies, but her eyes had gained a depth far beyond her years. Her mind, awakened fully after the incident, now carried the clarity of her past life. She remembered her training, her father's sacrifice, her loneliness, and the strength she forged in solitude.

But Luna was also this world's child — with loving parents, warmth, and laughter. She was still dreamy, still strange to others, but now it was deliberate, a mask to hide her awareness.

Her mother, Selene, began to teach her low-level, foundational magic, the kind most pureblood families reserved for after Hogwarts. They used an old family grimoire and the guidance of a magical study assistant — an enchanted book with a simple interface that resembled a damaged AI more than a true magical artifact.

System Notification: Mana Core — Stabilizing...

System Core Sync: 17%

Error: Deductive Analysis Unavailable. Emotional Regulation Module — Partial Sync

This "system" had emerged more clearly over time, speaking occasionally in flickering fragments. It wasn't omnipotent. It couldn't fight battles for her. But it helped her organize memories, regulate emotional surges, and subtly guided her.

One of the first things it helped her with was dream control. Luna began dreaming vividly — sometimes the past, sometimes fragments of futures that had not yet occurred. At first, she awoke in cold sweat, disturbed by things she couldn't yet understand. But eventually, she learned to navigate those dreams.

The dreams became a training ground of their own.

And when she was awake, Luna trained.

Each morning before breakfast, she would do quiet martial drills behind the house — not with wands, but with the body, stretching, strengthening, flowing like water. Her mother watched once and tilted her head. "You move like someone who remembers war."

"I suppose I do," Luna replied quietly, not explaining more.

Selene didn't press. She never did. But she started helping more — creating enchanted dummies for Luna to dodge, levitate, or disarm. Luna didn't want to be strong for glory. She wanted to survive. Because the world she remembered from her past life — a world of war, of loss, of governments playing gods — felt too familiar to what she could sense beneath the surface of both the magical and non-magical worlds.

The Wizarding World was not as small as it seemed in fairy tales.

Her magical sensitivity grew, especially in spaces of stillness. Luna could feel the folds in the air, the pull of the moon, the way time slowed around strong magical artifacts. Her body — altered by the space-time rift — responded to these flows. Sometimes, she would see things no one else could.

System Log: Spatial Sensitivity — Minor | Temporal Drift Recognition — Active

She trained in languages, too — ancient runes, pictographs, obscure magical dialects. Her father, Xenophilius, taught her to recognize patterns and to question authority. He never dismissed her wildest claims. Instead, he encouraged curiosity.

At age seven, Luna started writing.

It began with whimsical tales — strange stories of dream-traveling witches, time-lost forests, and mirrors that reflected futures instead of faces. Her father published the best ones in the back of The Quibbler, under the pen name Chrona.

By age nine, Luna had developed a quiet acumen. Not just survival. Strategy. She used her stories to test ideas subtly — magical theories, dream hypotheses, time-space anomalies.

And then, it happened.

One night, after a particularly intense lucid dream — where she saw herself drowning in stardust and saved by a glowing symbol she didn't recognize — the system updated.

System Sync: 24%

Status Interface — Unlocked

Opening User Status...

Name: Luna Lovegood

Biological Age: 9 Years, 4 Months

Soul Age: 23 Years (Previous Life Data Integrated)

Core Type: Lunar-Aligned | Space-Time Altered

Primary Affinity: Dream | Space (Minor) | Time (Minimal)

Emotional Stability: Synchronized (Partial)

Status Effects: Magical Drift Tolerance | Pre-Awakening Precognition (Dormant)

Mental Blocks: 37% Cleared

Physical Condition: Enhanced Coordination | Pre-Reflexive Prediction

It felt strange, seeing herself summarized like this. But Luna merely nodded and whispered, "That looks about right."

Selene found her the next morning on the porch, holding a teacup and staring at the horizon.

"You've changed again, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mum," Luna replied, smiling. "But I'm still your little girl."

Her mother hugged her close.

And then — a letter arrived.

Not the Hogwarts letter.

This was sealed in silver, with no Ministry stamp. It hummed with subtle magic.

Luna didn't open it. Not yet. The system pulsed faintly.

Unknown Magical Identifier Detected. Recommendation: Delay Access Until Core Sync ≥ 30%

She obeyed.

For now.