Moonshine
Disclaimer: I don't own anything…
A.N. A (so far) One-Shot exploring the relationship between Luna and her father.
- Daddy! she called, I made us some tea!
- Oh, put it on the table Moonshine.
Her father got up from the desk in his room and came into the living room.
- Mmh, what kind is it today, he smiled.
- Moonshine with fairy spark, the girl answered.
- Well fair maiden, if you would allow me…
Her father pulled out one of the chairs for his daughter and took out his wand flicking it at the teapot
- Wingardium leviosa!
The tea pot rose into the air and floated towards her. She watched it in delight as the tea began to pour in her midnight blue cup.
Suddenly her father's wand began to sway. The tea pot fell down on the and shattered. The hot liquid leaked over the white silvery tablecloth leaving a dark green stain and some of it leaked on the girls lap burning her thighs.
But she didn't notice.
Her gaze was fixed on her father's face.
It had a startled look.
He swayed, his hands trying to get hold of the table as a stead.
She sat glued to her chair. Her mind was racing and at the same time completely empty. She was as if paralysed, trapped in inactivity.
Her father tumbled his legs being no longer able to carry his weight. One of his hands clutched to his heart.
- Moonshine - ….
She found herself by his side trying to help him, but his body was too heavy and she was not strong enough. They both tumbled on the floor. The girl, half buried by her father's body. She felt detached from her body and at the same time she had visions of the whole situation from above.
- Daddy?
She heard her voice as if it was miles away.
- Daddy!!
Her voice was getting shrill with panic.
- Moonshine, he whispered
She felt his body slumping, becoming even heavier. His face was frozen in an expression of sorrow, confusion and love.
- Daddy – she choked.
Luna awoke alarmed. It took her awhile to take in her surroundings and she didn't recognize where she was. She felt extremely sick. Her first thought was of her father and she felt a great lump of ice in her stomach.
He was gone. Left. Why?
She choked. Deep sorrow spreading out over her like a suffocating blanket.
Then she slowly made out the walls of her room covered with dark blue and silver scarves and realized that she was lying on her bed in the alcove secluded from the living room.
She had dreamt. It was just a dream, she tried to tell herself, somewhat calming down.
But where was her father? Was he alright? What, if it was a premonition of what to come? The sickening feeling arose again and she felt the urge to check up on her dad.
She found him sleeping peacefully in the small bedroom. Nothing unusual, his breathing was steady. She stepped carefully closer.
He sensed her presence and grumbled questioningly.
- I couldn't sleep, she whispered, now feeling silly she had been so scared.
He shifted a bit over, making some space. Luna rolled herself into his arms, and he wrapped his blanket over her shoulders. Reassured by his presence, she fell asleep.
A.N. : That's it. Please tell me what you think. I had this dream the other night and I thought it fitted in Luna's relationship with her father. I imagine they are very close.
Btw, has anyone ever woken up after dreaming their father had just had a heart attack? I can tell you – not remotely funny, I was quite beside myself the whole day, because I could not get hold of my parents to check. (Silly maybe, correction: definitely, but if you haven't seen them for a while and won't see them for a while…)