A/N: ok, so I'm having writers block on my other stories, so I'm writing a couple short stories for other people. This one is dedicated to neon handcuffs, a gaia friend who gave me the idea for the story! The chapters are going to be really short, maybe a page long, but will be updated very often.
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Warnings: None yet
Summary: Harry has lost himself in a pit of despair so deep, not even his supposed love, Ginny, can pull him out. Ironically, a chance meeting with a looney person may be all it takes. Harry/Luna
They say that, when the end comes, you have already known it was on it's way for years, you just never accepted it. Perhaps that is where I went wrong. I sat on the couch in the sitting room, staring into the burning fireplace. Ginny was sitting next to me.
"Oh Harry… I never thought it would be this hard." She leaned her head against my shoulder, looking for comfort I was unable to give.
5 months. It's been 5 long months since that fateful night. The night that will always be remembered as the true end of the Dark Lord Voldemort. In years to come, people would forget all the sacrifice, as it happened in the past. Perhaps there would be a new Dark Lord, ready to rise.
All I knew was that I was done. I could feel myself closing off from the world, staying in a stoic cacoon. I could see how that hurt Ginny. I owed it to her to at least try, I'm sure, but I gave up trying months ago. I no longer had the energy, nor the willpower.
"Harry." Ginny was talking to me again. I could feel the sadness radiate off her. It had been five months, but she still missed her brother terribly. George was in even worse condition. He spent a lot of the last few months in St. Mungos, just to get away from it all.
"Harry!" I still haven't broke my eye contact with the fire. Perhaps I should, I'm sure she will only get madder. Then again, anger probably is a preferable feeling to sorrow. I haven't really felt anything in ages. Just numbness.
"Uhg Harry! Why do I even bother!" Ginny shoved my shoulder hard, though it barely jousted me, and stood. Why couldn't I look at her? I knew that I should, but I just couldn't bear to do it.
"Whatever Harry! Find me when you want to talk!" She then stormed off, probably to go find her mother and complain about me. This is not the first time this had happened. I never go find her either. She comes back and apologizes. Perhaps she really loves me. It's for that reason that I can't leave her. I'm sure I'm putting her through more hell than it's worth, but she seems to love me, and I owe her this. I got Fred killed. I could have gotten Ron killed at anytime. I practically tore her family apart.
I release a small sigh. I need to do something with my life again. For so long my sole purpose was to destroy Voldemort and his Horcruxes or die trying. I honestly thought I would die trying, but here I am, living. Well, if you can call it that anyway.
I owed it to Ginny to do something with this life. I owed it to all those who had died. Fred. Lupin. Tonks. All of the sudden a flash of memory came back to me, as if I had long since forgotten it.
For the first time in a long time, my eyes filled with tears. I had not been there for Teddy. I know Teddy would need me in the future. I agreed to be his godfather, and damnit I would be there for him.
Finally, I tore my gaze away from the fire with a firm look of determination set onto my face. I quickly blinked away the tears. If I couldn't do this for Ginny, I would at least try for Teddy. I had to.
A/N: So what do you think? Drop me a review. I should be updating with two days!
