A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, related characters, or anything that can actually bring me money. Enjoy the start of a story which the plot bunnies are forcing me to write instead of finishing something else. Evil...evil...plot bunnies.
She glared at the world through her hair, letting it fall and cover her eyes. They had won the war, she'd been promised a happily ever after. She'd never thought it would be like this. Glancing up, she watched people enter the small coffee shop.
They paid her no attention, not yet anyway. She was in a back corner, her back to the wall. She couldn't stand leaving her back open. She would only sit if there were walls on two sides, so she could see everything and everyone coming near her.
At the same time, she couldn't allow herself to be cornered. The coffee on the table had long gone cold. She brought it to her lips, pretending to drink. It did taste good cold, but she needed it to last just a bit longer. The sleeve of her shirt slid down her arm.
She nearly dropped the coffee yanking it back hiding her bruised wrist. A quick glance around the shop told her no one had seen, or if they had, they hadn't noticed. No one could see the bruises, there would be too many questions.
"May I sit?" She had seen the blond enter the shop, seen the way she'd walked over to the counter, pretending not to be watching, searching, the people already seated. She was sure the blond had been looking for her.
"Free country." The blond sat.
"Your coffee is cold."
"Better this way."
"Better to spend two hours sitting alone in a coffee shop pretending to drink luke-warm coffee just to avoid going home?"
"He's home."
"Yes, I imagine he would be. You do live together," the blond commented. "Still, two hours could be better spent." She narrowed her eyes at the blond.
"You've been watching me."
"Yes, yes I have. See, I know something is wrong, but since I don't know what, and you won't, or can't, tell me, I am forced to watch from the shadows, with the creepy crawlers, as you call them, until you either realize you need to trust someone or this all comes to a rather horrible conclusion and I need to save you."
"No one can save me, Luna. I don't need saving."
"If you say so. Just for record, how long can you keep wearing long sleeves, summer is coming. I know of at least three people talking about parties, two involving pools. I can't help you if you don't want help. I will be going," Luna rose smiled sadly and wandered her way back out the door.