Luna stood, looking where her home had once stood, tall and proud. The house she had live in.

The house where her father had lived.

That was the worst part. When the Deatheaters had come, she was not there. Her house and her father had fallen alone.

At this thought, the tears began to fall. Steady at first but then pouring down like drops in a heavy storm. That was when she heard it. That unmistakable sound. Someone had disapparated behind her. Maybe ten feet or so. Who was it?

It was Harry Potter of course.

Luna stood to face him, the pain and sadness clearly evident on her face. Harry looked at her, the ruble, and then back at Luna. Not knowing what to do, he simply tilted his head, ever so slightly, and locked eyes with her. And she looked back. They shared the look. That look. The look of pain, but more than that, of deep understanding.

Then, Luna started toward him. Harry opened his arm, then holding Luna in his arms. The hug was pure and genuine. Luna's quivering lips and crying eyes rested on his shoulder, finally finding some level of peace.

It was Harry who broke the silence.

"Oh Luna", holding her even tighter, trying to help her through the pain, "You won't have to pay for any of it. Not one galleon."

Her Ravenclaw wits betraying her in her moment of grief, she did not understand.

"Pay for what?" Luna said her dreamy voice strained and cracking.

"Your new house." He simply replied.

She looked up at him, if only slightly, and Harry at her. He looked to where the house once stood.

"Have it exactly the same. Completely different. Big, small. Up, down. It doesn't matter. Whatever you want. It will be taken care of."

With those final words, he returned his gaze to her. She was still looking at him, a slight smile now on her face.

"You really are my friend, Harry Potter." She said, resting back in his shoulder, snuggling as appose to before.

His reply was a simple one.

"Always."