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Oh. My. G-d.
Aunt Luna wandering down a dark street, late at night, carrying that ever-present notepad of hers. Where is she? This street doesn't look familiar, and all the signs for the shops she's passing are in Italian. Oh, right; she's on assignment for the Quibbler in Milan right now. Wait... who's that man following her? The dark mark is tatooed on his arm. I know what that means.
A gunshot! No!... She's lying on the ground in an awkward, crumpled heap. She's gone. He walks over to her and taps his wand to her arm. A series of numbers appears: 351V79. What does that mean? There's blood all over his hands. My aunt's blood. And the man calmly walks away, pocketing his wand, and the gun. The gun that just murdered my Aunt Luna. The man that just murdered my Aunt Luna.
She's gone. Just like that. My aunt. Jack's mum. The woman who always treated me like her daughter. The woman who was with me when I got my Hogwarts letter, and who took me to get all my schoolbooks. Who was always there for all my dance recitals and birthdays and christmases.
Goodbye, Aunt Luna...
Aunt Luna wandering down a dark street, late at night, carrying that ever-present notepad of hers. Where is she? This street doesn't look familiar, and all the signs for the shops she's passing are in Italian. Oh, right; she's on assignment for the Quibbler in Milan right now. Wait... who's that man following her? The dark mark is tatooed on his arm. I know what that means.
A gunshot! No!... She's lying on the ground in an awkward, crumpled heap. She's gone. He walks over to her and taps his wand to her arm. A series of numbers appears: 351V79. What does that mean? There's blood all over his hands. My aunt's blood. And the man calmly walks away, pocketing his wand, and the gun. The gun that just murdered my Aunt Luna. The man that just murdered my Aunt Luna.
She's gone. Just like that. My aunt. Jack's mum. The woman who always treated me like her daughter. The woman who was with me when I got my Hogwarts letter, and who took me to get all my schoolbooks. Who was always there for all my dance recitals and birthdays and christmases.
Goodbye, Aunt Luna...