"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," he said, resting his elbows on the table and holding his head in his hands.
"You're thinking about something," she noted. "You've got that face on. Is it a Snorf Horned Clamander? You know they make you pensive, Harry."
He smiled. "No, Luna. I'm just…we've had to wait, so long. For the war to be over. And now that it's over, what do we get? Death? Destruction? Despair?" He leaned back and pushed his plate away.
She stood up and took it to the sink with her own. "We may not always be happy, Harry. No one promised we would be. But it's much better than death and despair every day."
"Would Fred think that? Would Tonks? Would Lupin? Does Teddy?" He would not admit to crying, but there was a tear on his face.
Luna wiped it away. "They would think that you've done a very brave thing. And they wouldn't want you to have to wait to be at peace anymore."
He collapsed in her arms. She held him. They could understand each other's grief. But they helped each other to be strong.
A/N: Thestrals is going to be a collection of Harry/Luna drabbles for a variety of challenges. For some reason, I just always imagined them as a good couple-they can both see the thestrals, they can both understand things that others don't.
Love,
Allie