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Hello! This is another one of my old stories, but I changed it so much it's basically new. This is a Fem!Harry (because that's pretty much all I write) story taking place in the True Blood world. It's a Fem!Harry- Luna/Eric story. It will be following the show, with some bits from the books thrown in here and there as it suits me.

I AM NOT ABANDONING MY OTHER STORIES JUST BECAUSE I POSTED THIS! Just so we're clear I will probably end up with many stories on my page, and will update them as the mood strikes. Today I was feeling very pro Eric Northman, and so here we are.

I have no beta but wouldn't mind working with one who is reliable. If anyone is interested in beta-ing for one or more of my fic's please send me a PM. Until then excuse the errors.

*Edit* I should have posted this to begin with, but just so everyone knows I am considering making this a three way relationship, not a love triangle. It would be Eric/Luna/Godric. But it's just an idea for now, not something I've decided on one way or the other.

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Rebirth was... well it was a horror story, there was simply no other way to describe it. Infancy was something that, under no circumstances, should be remembered. The complete lack of harmony between mind and body aside, soiling your pants and being completely vulnerable was the worst aspect of the whole ordeal. It was disgusting to sit in your own waste, but even more than that, horrifically embarrassing.

She was seventeen years old for Merlin's sake! This had to be Tom's fault, or possibly Dumbledore's, she was on the fence on that one. Either way one of them was to blame! As per usual. Everything bad in her life could be laid at the feet of one of the two, and she was positive this was no exception!

There was a time when she was Rose Jamie Potter, that was no longer the case. She didn't remember dying, at all, the last memory she possessed was grabbing the Elder wand from the air... and then nothing before she was a tiny, wet and cold, wailing newborn. A newborn that was quickly dubbed Luna Marie Stackhouse.

Later she would be pleased to bare her old friends name, but at the time she was more confused, followed closely by furious.

She was thought of as a good baby who hardly ever cried, really she was just utterly depressed. She had lost everything, and when she couldn't help but cry she always did so silently, as the Dursley's had taught her by the age of four in her last life. The only time she really made any noise at all was when she needed something. It didn't help that she convinced herself she was cursed.

Her new parents died just two weeks after she was born. They had been out on a date, the first, and last, since her birth, and their car was washed over a bridge in a storm that had the river over flowing. It was cold hearted, but she honestly didn't care to much. Her eyes hadn't even developed enough yet for her to make out their faces by that point. And besides, they never would have been able to replace her real parents.

Luna was convinced she was cursed to be an orphan, whether she wanted new parents or not.

Still, their deaths were upsetting to some degree, if only because they were so young and had two older children who adored them. Her older siblings, and their grief nearly overwhelmed her. Jason was ten years older than Luna, Sookie six, and both were devastated.

There was quite a few years separating them, and later she wold learn there had been two miscarriages between Sookie's birth and her own.

The emotions of the people around her added to her depression over losing, what she saw as, her own family and friends.

After the deaths of their parents, the Stackhouse siblings moved in with their father's mother, Adele Stackhouse. A very sweet woman in her fifties who lived a bit further out from town in and old farm house on a secluded road surrounded by woods on three sides, not including the road their driveway stemmed from, and a graveyard on the other.

It took her an embarrassingly long time to realize there was something... different about her sister, and an even more embarrassingly long time to realize there was something different about herself.

Sookie was her closest companion. At first Luna just assumed the six year old girl was fascinated by babies, normal for a girl her age, but it was more than that. Sookie, as unbelievable as it sounded, was some sort of natural legilimens. And the only person who's thoughts she couldn't hear as easily as listening to a person yell in her ear, was Luna. At first she thought maybe it was because she was a baby..? But that didn't make any sense, she may have had the body of a baby, but her mind was that of a seventeen year old.

She would never really be sure why her sister couldn't hear her thoughts, but she was grateful for it... most of the time. Though there were moments when it would have been damn convenient. It would have been awkward to explain to a six year old that she was some kind of reincarnated Freak. And yes, it very much deserved a capital letter.

Realizing she too was strange, rebirth not withstanding, but in a very different way than Sookie, took longer. Nearly four years in fact. Luna, as Rose, had always been a very emotional person. Maybe that wasn't the best way to say it, she was very in touch with her emotions, fueled by them. Dumbledore had claimed her ability to love, to feel, was her greatest strength and made her human. Tom said it was her greatest weakness.

They were both right.

And now, as Luna, that hadn't changed. If anything it had only gotten stronger. Only now, she was feeling everyone else's emotions as well, and more than that, she was able to influence their emotions.

She realized it one day just before her fourth birthday. Sookie had just started fifth grade that year, and it wasn't going well. She had long since been known as 'Crazy Sookie' and it was very hard on the young girl. Not only did she have to struggle to control her... ability, but she also had to deal with the cruel and petty people around her who feared her for being different. Both their thoughts and words. Anyway, their cousin, the bitch, Hadley, joined in with the bullies taunting her sister, and that broke Sookie's heart.

Feeling her sisters bone deep despair infuriated Luna so much the next time she saw Hadley she wanted the other girl to feel exactly how much she had hurt Sookie, times a thousand. And so the small blond concentrated as hard as she could on her cousin when she came to give a fake apology, hoping to tap into some type of accidental magic, though she hadn't felt any magic in her since being reborn.

To her surprise, and horror, Hadley fell to the ground, screaming and crying, convulsing and clawing at the grass.

She stopped it as soon as she could. But the damage had been done. Sookie was looking at her in shock, was it obvious she had been the one to do it? It must have been, because Hadley was looking up at her from the ground, tears in her brown eyes blood dripping from her bottom lip she had almost bitten through, and fear radiating from her very being.

With a warning to never tease her sister again, Luna let the terrified girl run back to the house, where her mother was waiting for her after sending her to apologize to Sookie.

She and Sook had never spoken about the 'incident' but her sister was also very careful to try and hide it when someone hurt her feelings. It was unsuccessful and unnecessary, Luna wasn't quite so cruel as to do that to someone else on purpose, not for something as trivial (arguable) as making her sister cry. Not to that extent anyway.

The only person she attempted to do the same to was Uncle Bartlett, who she learned molested Sookie when gran and she would go to the Stackhouse woman's bridge club. Gran had thought she was to young to be left with the man, since he had never taken care of such a small child. Luna was both grateful and angry. If only she had been there...

But she never got to use her ability on the old pervert, gran had chased him away, shotgun in hand, before she got the chance.

Still, on some level she was ecstatic. Luna thought she finally tapped into her magic. She was wrong. No matter what the little blond did, she couldn't use magic. No matter how desperate or how much she concentrated. It was like trying to get blood from a stone. There was just nothing there, not even a tingle. And after a year of disappointing failures she came to a heartbreaking conclusion, she simply didn't have any magic.

This sent her, and everyone around her at any given time, into a spinning depression worse than when she died and realized her friends were most likely lost to her. Rose Potter had been defined by her magic. Not even because of the Girl-Who-Lived nonsense. But because it saved her from the Dursley's and gave her a life, not a pleasant one, but it was hers. Magic was in her blood and soul, it was her legacy from her parents.. how could it just be gone?

Even if her magic had somehow dried up, her ability with emotions had only strengthened. So not only was she a reincarnated Freak, she was also an Unnatural empath. The Dursley's would most likely be pleased to know they were right all along, she was both freakish and unnatural. Not nearly as pleased as they probably were to hear she died though.

But back to the point, before she could only feel the emotions of people very close to her, maybe at arms length or there about's. By the time she was ten she could feel everyone within a hundred or so feet. And she too, like Sookie, had to work very hard at blocking people out lest she be overwhelmed. But she also had to keep herself under tight control, to stop her from accidentally overwhelming the people around her.

School and large crowds were not pleasant. At all. The towns people, barring a few, and not just the children, gave her a nick name of her own. Luna was almost disappointed in how unoriginal people were, when she was so cleverly called 'Loony Luna.' Luna Lovegood would probably be pleased that they now had that in common too, Luna Stackhouse was unimpressed.

She and Sookie were known as the the 'Crazy Stackhouse Girls.'

They lived in a very small town, out in the boonies, Bon Temps was hardly even on the map. So when the internet became huge when she was a kid, it took years for their town to upgrade their technology. At first it was just dial up, which was useless for what she wanted. Luna was fourteen before the library got a decent computer and internet connection.

This was right about the time social media, and Facebook, became a huge thing.

With her fingers crossed, and a prayer on her lips to a god she wasn't even sure existed, Luna created an account and started searching for Hermione. The bookworm was the only one, who's name she could remember, out of all her friends and acquaintances who might still have connections to the muggle world. There was no Hermione Granger to be found.. But there was a Hermione Weasley.

Luna didn't hesitate. She spent about an hour composing a personal message explaining what had happened to her. Providing details only Rose Potter would know as proof to her claims, and hit send. She probably should have thought it out more, but she didn't. Far to excited, her heart practically soaring at finding her best friend, to think anything through.

It was less than a day later that a very pregnant Hermione.. Weasley showed up knocking on grans door like a woman possessed, a hopeful looking redhead standing beside her looking uncomfortable and awkward in the muggle suit his wife, no doubt, forced him to wear.

Please leave a comment! What do you all think about an empath Luna? And about Hermione and Ron showing up?