A/N: It's a slightly depressing one-shot on my favorite character. I got the inspirtation from when I was an... ishy mood.
Disclaimer: I never have, and never will own Harry Potter.
What was light? It was Luna's question. She didn't really have a definition. She supposed it was like the light that came from a fire, or the feeling you get when your happy. But she wasn't sure, and she wasn't sure if she liked it. From what she knew, light wasn't always good.
Light caused shadows and shades. It was the maker of points of views, which were always incomplete. It defined everything, giving the world set boundaries. Luna didn't like boundaries, or definitions. She hated points of views. And shadows, who didn't dislike shadows?
But the darkness... Darkness wasn't just one large shadow, or something evil. There really wasn't much reason to be scared of the dark. It provided cover for the broken, and had no boundaries. There was only one view when it was dark. There was only one shade of darkness, no differences to be exploited
Luna used to ask people whether they were light or dark. And every rude, self-absorbed, person would answer light. The depressed and suicidal would answer dark. But there were very few of the latter.
Still, Luna wasn't sure where she stood. There wasn't really a boundary between dark or light, no 'in-between'. So what was Luna? She felt she would never know.
Luna never shared her opinions on this with anyone. She was 'Loony Lovegood' No one cared what she thought. So she stayed where she was, in the dark. It was her favorite place to be. No one could reach her there.
Luna never loved light, but she would always wonder. What is light?
A/N: I don't know if the idea really got through... You can tell me when you review!