Wine and Champagne
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A/N: I hope you all enjoy!
Worlds away, a blonde with dreamy gray eyes and pale, shimmering skin is staring out the window from where she sits on the windowsill watching a scene from long ago playing out in her head. A scene that would bring tears to her eyes if she wasn't so used to the pain.
"I-I love you Luna, my baby girl."
"Where are you going? Mommy? Mommy!"
She locks herself inside of her mind, or at least the little girl inside of her. The little girl still weeps; her tears could water a nation's crops for thousands of years. She isn't healed and she doesn't know if it's possible. All she knows are the things she sees (that other don't) like Nargles and Wrackspurts. She sees what others don't see or don't want to see. Maybe that's why Harry found comfort in her. She was used to seeing sights that were gruesome and painful. She was used to the truth.
Harry didn't have to pretend to be anything he wasn't. He didn't have to pretend to be happy and he didn't have to pretend he was strong. He could be weak and angry at the world around him. That might have also been the reason he couldn't stand her.
She wasn't like Ginny who was champagne, bubbling, intoxicating, young, and made him pick himself up. He had to pretend around her and because she loved him he was able to find his drunken strength. He didn't have to face his demons. He could be intoxicated all his life without losing control just once.
She, Luna Lovegood, was wine, she made you calm, able to think about the past and the things that go bump in the night. She was the one that was not made of fairytales. She didn't need a savior (or maybe she did and Harry wasn't strong enough) and when Harry left she felt her agony. She felt rage and her inner child screamed that nothing ever went her way.
Luna lost hope and Luna dimmed so she was charcoal until Rolf came and polished her. He made her feel better, as if he was strong to hold them both up (and he was). Rolf was her wine. Her boys were champagne bubbles later on and soon she understood why Harry didn't want to come down off his high (even though he did when Ginny cheated on him with Blaise).
All is well; when you are so blissful that you can't feel pain. When you are intoxicated because then you can't feel the pain.
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