This is my first Harry Potter fic and also my first femslash fic, so concrit would be extremly helpful. I have made some slight changes to this fic for clarity.
The crescent moon is overhead and in her eyes. She is the moon. Fractured, young. She is the moon overhead and she watches.
There is a Boy. A Boy who has green eyes (the color of death). He has a storm written upon his forehead, his Inner Eye. He is the storm. Everyone is waiting for the thunderclap.
They don't talk. The moon and the storm. But she knows what he wants to say to her.
"I'm not ready."
He wants to say it to someone, it is written in his curled knuckles as he reads the Daily Prophet (filled with lies). She can see the words hide in his throat as he talks to his friends and she knows that he just wants to tell anyone.
He should tell the Girl. She has knowledge that fills up her body. But she also has pain and secrets and the moon watches her too.
The Girl reads knowledge from pale pages and pale skin. She grasps the hand of the boy and his heart is not so anxious.
The eyes of the Girl are filled with worry and tears in the night. She reads in the library, reads the pages of the moon's life.
The Girl doesn't trust her. She doesn't like the way the moon smiles sometimes, like she knows more than every book in the world.
The Girl reads her pale skin, her eyelashes brush against the neck of the moon and the moon glows in the silence.
The Girl meets the Boy outside in the sun. It is hot and bright and ruthless. They smile at each other and they pretend that this is all that exists. But there is not only Day. There is Night as well.
Seven nights before the full moon, the Girl pulls her into an empty corridor. They kiss and it is earth and stars and they are as light as the fairies that the moon watches when everyone else has closed their eyes. The moon wants to break. They dance outside and the stars promise not to tell.
The day before the full moon the Girl and Boy are kissing in the Great Hall. Their friend sits solemnly besides them. None of them are happy. The moon sees the restlessness and knows that this is the end.
That night the moon is full and Harry Potter kills Voldemort. He isn't ready and the storm sweeps through and takes them both, the Boy and the man.
The Girl looks up at the full moon in the sky and the moon, complete and luminous, knows that the Girl will never return to the night.