Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and his wizarding world. Warner Bros. and J.K. Rowling owns it. I wish I was her Relative. :(

Author's Note: My special thanks to RaiEclipse10 for being my beta reader. Also for her many edits that made this chapter better than it would have been. Thanks again! :D Also, to those who are reading this, this is the remake of my story More Than Friends. You will see similar stuff there but I had added more. I've had a complete writer's block so I am remaking it again :). Reviews are always welcome! :D

More than Friends

Chapter 1

Harry was thrashing and rolling in his bed, pain constantly crossing his face. He was panting heavily, with beads of sweat trickling down his distressed features.

"It's all my fault! My fault! Sirius..." he said breathlessly, feeling an overwhelming sense of guilt, despair and anger wash over him.

"Oi, Harry, mate, wake up! Harry wake up!"

"Huh, what?" Harry suddenly woke up from Ron's constant shaking. He grabbed his glasses from the side table and sat up straight, still trying to recover from his dream.

"You were having that dream again, mate." His best-friend pointed out, as he walked back to his own bed.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," Harry sighed. Ron stared at him unhappily, feeling that an apology wasn't the right line in this moment.

"You don't have to–" the redhead started.

"I think I'll just walk this off," Harry cut him off, giving him a dismissive glance. Ron breathed out and shrugged.

"Ok, suit yourself, Harry, but better watch-out for Filch and Mrs. Norris," Ron reminded him with a yawn, collapsing on his bed. "'Night."

"Yeah, 'night"

Harry stepped out of his bed, took his cloak and went outside. He cautiously went down to the grassy grounds of the Astronomy tower and looked if there was any sign of Filch. Unbeknownst to him, Filch was too busy dozing off in his quarters with his ever-loyal cat, Mrs. Norris, by his side.

It's been a few months since Sirius's death. It has been really tragic for everyone, especially for Harry. Sirius was the closest person he had to a real father and was the sole link he had to the happy past Sirius had shared with his parents. Since his death, Harry has been dreaming that tragic event every night and makes him feel that it was all his fault. That was also one of the reasons why he wanted to leave the Dursleys early and go to the Burrow. He wanted to forget the memories and just be happy with the companion he'll be having there. But every night, it never ceases to remind him of what happened.

When Harry was outside the tower, he looked at the stars and tried to contemplate what had happened.

"The stars are really nice tonight, aren't they?" a soft voice commented. Harry had half a mind to pull out his wand.

"Huh, what?" Harry turned around and saw a dreamy-eyed Luna laying on the grassy grounds of the tower. He blinked twice, trying to find out whether she had arrived first or not. Luna pointed at the stars and then put her hands on her chest, still holding that vague look.

"Come look at the stars with me, Harry," she invited lightly.

"Uh, sure," Harry replied, slowly sitting down beside the wistful girl, his mind preoccupied with his dream when another topic popped in his mind.

"Luna, why are you here?" he wondered out loud.

"I usually sleepwalk so that's why I am here. I just woke up here outside the Astronomy tower and decided to stay and to look at the stars," Luna was now pointing at different stars and constellations. Harry blinked at her.

"And you like sleepwalking?" Harry asked, confused and amused by her simple explanation.

"Oh, yes, I do. It is like exercising at night. That is why I wear shoes when I go to sleep. I am happy when I sleepwalk because I can see other people sleep when I wake up and look at them..." Harry screwed his brain to understand. "Why are you here, Harry?" Luna smiled and looked at him.

"Me? I'm just passing my time and contemplating." Harry fidgeted with his hand.

"What are you contemplating about Harry?" Luna asked

"Just stuff that's happening right now." Harry was now staring at the moon with Luna.

"Are you having that dream again, Harry?" Luna guessed.

"How did you know about that?" Harry was puzzled about her question, and then felt a wave of annoyance at letting a person like her see him in his most vulnerable state.

"As I told you earlier, I sleepwalk. The other day I was sleepwalking and woke up at your bedroom. I quickly went for the door because I might wake you and your friends. But then, I saw you thrashing in your bed and muttering, 'It was all my fault! My fault!'" she explained. Harry felt his irritation escalate to its peak. "I realized that you were dreaming about Sirius so I quickly went to your bed to try to wake you up from your dream, but you just wouldn't budge. So, I sat beside your bed and comforted you. Luckily, you stopped thrashing and you calmed down. I was worried that you would have that dream again so I watched you until early morning... Do you know that the Crumple-Horned Snorcack also hibernates?"

"No, I don't know that they hibernate. But thank you for telling me that," Harry said thoughtfully. He looked up to the sky and back to the girl again. 'How can she change topics so quickly? It's really fascinating,' he thought. He went back to thinking again and contemplating more. As they were looking back to the sky, Luna kept humming a tune that was familiar to Harry.

"Is that the song that was played during Sirius' funeral?" Harry asked the girl.

"I think it was. My mother always sang that to me when I was a little child. You see, I kept seeing nargles at night. There were just so much of them in my room! When my mother sang that, they seem to go away. She had a lovely voice you see." Luna smiled and stared at the moon.

Harry remembered that he heard that song a few nights ago. Or maybe it was just just his confusion. As they were talking, a rustling sound was heard near the bushes. Harry quickly stood up and took his wand. On the other hand, Luna just sat straight and took her wand calmly. They were both looking fin every directions to see who made that sound. While Luna and Harry were looking at different directions, a spell was shot to Harry.

"Iratus cinn" A voice whispered.

Suddenly, Harry had a weird feeling coursing through his veins. He was suddenly angry. He turned around and saw Lunaat her back. He quickly dragged him up and shot daggers at the blonde.

"Are you alright Harry?" Luna asked with her voice so worried.

"I'm alright. How about you? You're asking me what was wrong? It's you. Stop talking about these Crumple-Horned Snorcack," Harry snapped. "Can we have a normal conversation for once?

"Uhm, Harry, it is a normal conversation. Have you gained interest in them too?"

"Luna, it is not a normal conversation when you talk about that," Harry pointed out emotionlessly. "You always talk of nonsense and those myths and make people believe that it is real." Harry was now furious and stood up. The anger welling up inside him is now releasing itself quickly.

"If that is what you think Harry and I will accept it." Luna now sat up and looked at him calmly. It just made Harry more furious.

" Oh yes. That is what I think. You keep wearing those garbage as your jewelry and you expect people to like you?"

"If that is what you think Harry"

"Absolutely! You are loony. Loony Lovegood!"

"If that is what-"

"Stop saying that! Try to fight back for once! Try to be mad at me!" Harry quickly pulled Luna from the grassy grounds and looked at her intently, still holding her arms. They were now inches apart. Luna was shocked and tears were now falling from her eyes.

" What do you want me to say Harry?What? I'm sorry for being like this? For being Loony? Do you think I'm okay with being called Loony? Well I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"I uhm-" Suddenly, he felt a tug in his stomach and the anger wasjed away. Harry now loosened the grip from her arms and looked ashamed.

"Look at these Harry, look at it!" Luna took her arms from Harry and took off her cloak and folded her sleeves and showed healed wounds saying, "Mom I miss you" on both sides of her arms. There were also healed wounds on her wrists. Harry was shocked and felt remorse. He fingered her wounds. Luna took her arms away and folded back her sleeves and cried again.

"Luna I-"

"Do you know why I made those? I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to feel something. I even tried to killed myself, twice. I always felt that it was always my fault that I didn't do anything. She died in front of me and I didn't do anything. Anything!" Luna dropped down in tears and looked at him. Harry crouched down and held her tight for several minutes until she was all right.

"I'm sorry Luna. I really am. I don't know why I said that. I-" Luna took away his arms and looked at him with anger.

"Save it, Harry," she spat out. "I thought you were different. I thought we were the same. We were always judged from what we look outside and what people see. But I was wrong. You are just like them. You judge without knowing first!"

"Luna, I-" Harry looked at Luna with pleading eyes but she was still looking at him with anger.

"Just save it Harry. Save it. Forget about everything that happened tonight and I'll forget it too." Luna stood up, took her cloak and headed away.

"But Luna, I don't want to forget!" Harry followed Luna until they reached a door. They were now in front of the Ravenclaw common room. The Ravenclaw door had no handle and no keyhole: Nothing but a plain expanse of aged wood, and a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

"Luna, I am really really-" Harry took her arms and begged her.

"Harry, I have to go now. I told you, just forget about it and I'll forget too." Luna quickly went inside the door leaving Harry behind. He never told her that when she comforted him the other night, he felt something warm and strange flowing throughout his body and made him feel calm and secure.

"Good thing that bloody spell worked like a charm."

Thanks for reading and I hope you review it! :D Chapter 2 will be uploaded tomorrow :).

AN: The spell "Iratus cinn" was made up by me :). It's a Latin and Gaelic word for anger increase :).