He lay in the shadow of the tree by the lake. It was early morning, the sun had hardly risen and the dew was still wet on the grass.
He was lying sprawled on the ground, a haunted look on handsome features. Normally untameable black hair flopped over closed green eyes, copper skin flushed with fever. He had his eyes half closed and his face to sky. And he was wearing only a white shirt and black trousers. He must have been cold.
Before the dew had completely gone from the grass, a girl walked up to him. She had floaty blonde hair pulled back into a loose bun, and skin that shone white in the light. Her eyes were bright, but weighed down, and they were the same blue as the sky. She was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse and a cloak. She held another cloak in her hands, obviously bigger. It must have been for the boy.
After what seemed like eternity, she reached him. The cloak in her hands was laid on the boy, and the one she wore was taken from her shoulders and arranged carefully on the ground. Then she sat down on it, next to the boy and watched over him, silently.
Time passed, and the boy awoke. He smiled when he saw the girl, and thanked her. He called her Luna. The girl replied, saying that it was no problem, saying that she was merely enjoying the sights. She called him Harry.