Harry sighed as he snuck out of the cottage. Voldemort's reign had caused everyone to become tense, worrying over things that they never worried over before. The fact that the three of them were still going to leave to search for Horcruxes only made the situation that much worse.

It were in moments like these, where Harry could smell the fresh salt water and nearly feel it on his skin with every wave that slammed into the rocks, that Harry truly understood why Bill and Fleur had fallen in love with the place.

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by the familiar figure with nearly glowing blonde hair, whom Harry had believed to be fast asleep within the cottage.

"Luna?" Harry asked, removing his invisibility cloak; his intended stroll forgotten in favour of the younger girl.

"Harry." Luna looked only mildly surprised at the fact that he was there.

"Are you okay? I've never seen you cry before…." Harry trailed off.

"You're right. I generally take things lightly enough not to be hurt by it. But that's life! I suppose, you-you go along with it and suddenly… poof," Luna said, eyes trained on some star somewhere on the darkened sky, "everything you once thought was reality, has completely been shattered. Everything you once believed in disappears like mist before your eyes."

Harry tried to inconspicuously figure out what it was that Luna was so fascinatedly looking at, but there didn't seem to be anything that was particularly fascinating.

"The only thing that's left is to pick up the broken pieces, but that will never completely fix everything. There are still going to be cracks that make it easier to fall apart again. You can never completely seal those," Luna said, completely ignoring Harry's words, "but you probably know that better than anyone, don't you Harry?"

Luna had seemed like she had been talking to herself, not really remembering Harry's presence there at all, until she had spoken directly to him. Harry was too startled to reply immediately, but that only seemed to make Luna sadder.

Harry wasn't sure what to do. He had never had to comfort anyone before, and Hermione seemed to never have these kinds of problems. She only got angry and cursed whoever annoyed her, generally Ron, then moved on as if nothing had happened.

"I can't believe my father would do that though! I can't believe he would sell my friends out, that he would sell out the people who were giving their lives to end this war!" Luna burst out suddenly. "He knew that you are my friends, and he still did it! Where is all his loyalty?"

"Luna-" Harry tried.

"Still, I'm worried about him. I want, no, I need, to know if he's okay. I'm terrified the Death Eaters went after him after I escaped," Luna whispered. "Somehow, that makes me feel awful."

"He's your father, Luna. He was worried about you, and would have done anything to get you back. He was desperate. You can't blame him for that," Harry told Luna, trying to be as convincing as possible.

"I can't blame him for that, but neither can I trust him with it again. I know I'm the only person he has left after losing my mother and that he has always been a little more protective of me than he really needed to, but-" Luna slid to her knees, hands covering her face as frustration filled her momentarily. Harry didn't know what to do, so he just sank down next to her and patted her back awkwardly. That was what most people did, right?

"Thank you, Harry," Luna said as she stood up again.

"You're welcome? I'm not sure what I did though…" Harry scratched his head sheepishly.

"You've done more than you know."

Written for Triwizard Tournament: Harry Potter Knowledge - Harry; Luna; "But that's life! I suppose, you-you go along with it and suddenly… poof."