The water looked deep and inviting.
Sometimes, when Harry was feeling selfish, he wondered what it would be like to let himself sink. Down, down, down into the soft blackness. Where he could be Harry instead of the The-Boy-Who-Lived. It would be safe and quiet and peaceful. Sometimes, he wanted that quiet more than anything.
"Harry?"
And then there were moments like these.
Moments when he would do anything in his power to keep her safe. To ensure that she never had to go through the things that he did. He'd gladly do it all over again if it meant he could keep her always.
Looking at her now, the perfect bow of her lips as she softly smiled at him, the way she seemed to look straight through to his soul, he could almost picture their forever.
Her warmth washed over him, and he felt the corners of his mouth creep upward into a smile. "Luna."
Her head tilted slightly to the side, straggles of blonde hair swishing behind her with the movement. She leaned forward and grabbed his hand with both of her own. "You're never all alone, you know. I'll be there. No matter what happens."
"I know."