Title: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge
Chapter One: So long and goodnight
Disclaimer: I own neither the song nor Harry Potter
A/N: This is written for Gamma Orionis' Album to Story Challenge, my album is Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge by My Chemical Romance. Set post war.
The church was full. The Weasley family occupied two whole rows by themselves, along with Harry and Hermione. Xenophilius Lovegood was crying into a filthy tissue in the front row. Many of his schoolmates had come to see the fallen heroine. Draco slid into an empty space at the very back and watched the wizard at the front drone on about Luna, her life. He clenched his fists. It was all wrong. How could they have forgotten to say that this was the girl who loved every season equally because she didn't want them to feel left out? That she had talked to the Nargles to find every single person on the battlefield, dead or alive because no-one should be left behind. She had never wanted to be something when she grew up, because she believed that if growing up meant having to change it wasn't worth doing: all she wanted to be was herself. The church was draped in black. She always said it was the most interesting colour, and wondered why it was so tied to evil. Her life burned so brightly it had unfrozen even him. But now she was gone. And he was gone with her.
Everyone was standing, forming a queue. He nearly laughed. In her early years at Hogwarts, people had gone out of their way to avoid her, weird Loony Lovegood, and now she was gone they lined up to see her. He glanced out of the window. It was dark, and stars filled the night sky.
"Look Draco, a shooting star." She had whispered, pointing at the line of light speeding across the blackness. "Make a wish!"
He shook himself. The line had moved while he was lost in the past, and he followed Michael Corner closer to the coffin. He glared at the back of the dark haired boy's head. What was he doing here? He had bullied Luna frequently, stealing her things and hiding them around the castle.
He finally reached the coffin. Most people had left the church, heading for the grave where she would be buried.
"Can you hear me?" He murmured.
Are you near me?
He looked down at her, almost exactly as he remembered. But the smile was gone, her eyes were closed to the beauty of the world. He turned away and left the church.
Outside the rest of the mourners had left, as was traditional at a wizarding funeral, so that she could be buried. Draco watched as the coffin was carried outside and lowered into the hole. Someone waved a wand and dirt flew into the hole.
"We'll meet again." he whispered, a final promise.