luna as a tattoo artist

shadow-plot:

just think about it:

– she gives ginny a stick and poke in their fourth year, the first tattoo she’s ever given anyone
– a tiny crescent moon on the inside of her forearm with magic color changing ink
– it tells ginny the weather, and glows when the weather is perfect for quidditch

– hagrid gleefully gets a tattoo from luna sometime in the fifth year
– on his inner ankle, a square of text tells him about the needs of the creatures around him
– he starts sitting with his ankle on his knee to more easily check it

– she gives harry a tattoo the summer before his eighth year
– a small horntail, but it moves from his chest to sit on his shoulder or cower in the crook of his elbow as it pleases
– it wakes him up from his bad dreams, and keeps him warm in the middle of the night

– she gives neville a tattoo before she was stolen into the malfoy’s manor
– it’s a ring encircling his middle finger
– the magic of it is simple, transforming into whatever word he needs to see most when he asks it

– seamus gets one not long after neville
– it’s a tiny bomb on his collar bone, ticking in time with dean’s heart

– hermione doesn’t want a tattoo at first, but as she grows closer with luna she asks for it very shyly in the middle of her eighth year
– it gently pulses with her heart on her shoulder blade, an hourglass on it’s side
– it will sometimes stand up and run sand, but only when hermione is very busy or stressed

– george asks for a tattoo that finishes his jokes, many years after the war, when he is an uncle and godfather
– luna refuses and instead gives him a non-magical tattoo, a china cup mended with gold over his heart

– draco, many years after luna is an established artist and healer, drops into her shop in diagon alley
– he asks her to fix his scar-slashed Mark, and she turns it into a sleeve of flowers, studded with snakes and turtles
– the flowers bloom with his moods, and shield him from hurting himself

nonasuch:

all right. so. this is a Harry Potter AU, in rambly and abbreviated form.

  • this is a version of events where, on the morning of November 1st, 1981, the police are called to a house in Surrey.
  • when they arrive, a large man with a red face and a moustache is waiting for them, brandishing a baby.
  • to be more accurate: he is brandishing a basket. the basket contains a baby.
  • he tells the police that his wife found the basket on their doorstep that morning. “Gave her the shock of her life,” he says, with a chuckle that does not seem the least bit sincere.
  • the police officers have a lot of questions about this, but the man does not have any useful answers. his wife, he tells them, is not in any shape to be interviewed. “she’s been poorly,” he says, “and we’ve got a baby of our own to worry about, keeping us up at all hours.”
  • the baby in the basket seems to be about a year old. he is cheerful, seems healthy aside from a cut on his forehead, with a crooked sticking plaster on it. he has startlingly green eyes.
  • there is no identifying information in the basket, except for a torn scrap of paper with ‘his name is Harry’ on it in a delicate hand.
  • there is nothing else to be done, it seems. the officers take baby Harry, and leave.
  • one of them comes back a few days later for a follow-up interview with the woman who found the baby. she seems a little fragile, and her own baby, in the next room, keeps up a constant shrieking tantrum the whole time the officer is there. “I’m sorry,” the woman says, with a brittle smile. “this has all been a bit much. I recently lost my sister, you see.”

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