Author's Notes: This is Seren's Christmas present. Seren, I trembled with fear at the thought of doing a Luna fic for you- she's such a wonderful character, I was afraid my clumsy words would do no justice to her at all, I'm sorry if they haven't. Merry Christmas!
Luna.
I named her well. Luna, the moon. The one large light in the darkness, where no light can penetrate, save for small stars, and the moon.
Luna.
A light for other people, whether they realize it or not. Whether she realizes it or not.
The stars shine in the sky, but they serve as mere pinpricks in the huge sky, while the moon is always whole, whether you see all of it or not.
Luna will always been whole, whether people see that, or not.
She will be whole for other people, people who have faith that the moon is there, even though they cannot see it amid the blackness of everything, when the months go by, and it waxes and wanes, one takes it for granted that it will be there again, that it the moon is still there, even thought we can't see it. Though everything else is turbulent, and ever changing, you can still trust that the moon is still in the sky, still there, though you can't see it.
Luna, she was special from the day she was born. I remember holding her in my arms for the first time, and her great big eyes opened, and they suggested the very vastness of the sky, of the universe, stars and planets and all. I knew then, that she was special.
And so I named her a name that would befit everything I knew she would be. I didn't know that I wouldn't have much time to spend with this wonderful little girl, I didn't know that something bigger than the both of us would separate us too soon but somewhere, deep inside, I sensed that this child was wise beyond her years, that she truly had the universe, had all of Time in her eyes, and therefore, in her.
One would imagine she is vulnerable, but she is stronger than I could have imagined. She didn't need me, or anybody to raise her. She didn't need anybody to teach her anything- not about the truly important things in life. She already knew about friendship, and love, and hope, and faith. I couldn't have taught her anything more than what she carries in her heart today, I couldn't even have taught her that. I'm not afraid for her, I'm not afraid for who she will grow up to be, I'm not afraid for the person she is now. I don't have to be.
She's already more than in my wildest dreams I could ever hope for.
She has a loyalty that the most staunch Death Eater could not give his master, courage that a true Gryffindor could not rival, intelligence that befits a Ravenclaw, and a faith in the very goodness of people and the unexplained that no one living could challenge.
And I, her mother, could have never hoped for anything more. Her faith is what will carry her through- and other people's faith in her is what will carry them through.
This I know, as sure as I know the moon is there, even when we can't see it.
And it is there, isn't it? It's always shining, and even when we can't see it, it's still shining.
Just like her.