When she was little and her father told her about nargles and creatures that nobody would believe existed(even in this non-existent world), she didn't believe him either.

"Where are they, daddy?"

"Right beside you, pumpkin," he cooed, but when she looked they weren't there.

It was her mother who said that her father wasn't crazy, that other people were just so narrow in their thoughts that anything out of the ordinary (even in this extraordinary world) that they didn't stop to think that maybe they were blind.

"We're all blind, Luna, love,"

"But I can see, momma."

Then her mother died and Luna stood there observing what was left. Bits of skin and bits of momma and blood and maybe a tooth, and her father came home to his little girl sitting on the floor, sorting the leftovers into categories.

He didn't think he would ever be the same again (and he wasn't but that's beside the point).

"Pumpkin, get away from there."

"But I'm putting momma back together," she said but she stepped away anyways.

If there was such thing as therapy in the wizarding world he would have signed them both up for ten sessions, paid in advance. He knew he wasn't crazy but he was somewhere close to it and his wife blew herself up and their daughter didn't understand the reality of it.

He didn't think his pumpkin darling understood any of it.

But even when his belief in nargles and Crumple-Horned Snorkaks began to falter, he told her stories of them and listed facts, because it helped him to stay sane.

Nargles wouldn't blow themselves up when he wasn't home.

Somewhere along the lines, she began to believe him.

She grew up believing so hard in moon frogs and wrackspurts that it hit so much harder than it should when she realized (remembered) that they didn't exist.

So she floated around without footing on the ground (but she'd never had stable footing anyways, just she never minded until now).

Without beliefs Luna Lovegood was nothing.

Then she came home to her daddy and she listened to him spew on about moon frogs and nargles but his stories bounced off of her as if she was invincible.

She was anything but invincible, but they were blind to it, after all.

what is this angsty mess, i know not.

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