Luna finds herself lying in a meadow where it is both night and day, with no recollection of how she got there. She thinks to herself of things, such as white feathers flooding from her throat. The intended feel for this fic is meant to be kind of dreamlike and oneiric, but I'm not sure if I succeeded in that. My first try, so forgive me if it's bad. One-shot.

Harry Potter with a surreal/absurdist twist. My poor attempt at Harry Potter meets Monty Python.