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(Sometimes it's like a nightmare.)
This is what death must feel like, Ginny decides. The salty red taste of iron. The sensation of knives sharpening themselves against her eardrums. The ground snapping at her elbows and knees. The twisting morphing cackling shadows squirming against the cold lines of Carrow's face.
(Sometimes it's like a dream.)
A halo of warmth.
"Professor Carrow casts a very powerful Cruciatus."
Softness dancing lightly against her cheeks.
"But I'll get you fixed up in no time, Ginny."
Singing, like satin against her ears.
"I suppose you probably can't even hear me right now."
Silver like peaceful breaths, gold like floating among halos.
"Oh, don't try to move, Ginny!"
Grape-purple nail polish. The smell of daffodils and daisies and—
"L-Luna."
"That's me. Don't worry, I'll take care of you."
Bracelets clinking against each other, jingling like bells.
"It was very brave of you to stand up to Professor Carrow for me."
Swelling warmth, butterflies blooming in her heart.
"Luna…sometimes…I think…I…love…you."
"That's nice, Ginny. Just rest for now."
Ginny falls asleep and dreams about curling up between the corners of Luna's smile.
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A/N: Written for lunalestrange4's Slash and/or Femslash Competition over at the HPFC. My given pairing was Ginny/Luna, but it's intentionally left to the reader to decide if it's requited or not (or even the extent to which it's romantic vs. just friends. What can I say, I like ambiguity.)
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