Heal Her Heart, Harry
Chapter 1: Don't Play Games with your Heart
What do you do, when the one person who you thought you could love forever, turns out to be the biggest idiot in the world. What do you do, when the person you believed to be your one true soul mate, cheats you into feeling loved and then pushes you away as if you are nothing more than an object. Do you fight them for their emotions? Do you torture yourself until your life is over or do you stop the clocks, the minute he stops his affections?
How do you react, when everything you believed to be so right, turns sour? Would you put your life on hold, until someone showed you how to live again or would you perhaps just live your life until it was over and die a spinster, old and alone?
Luna Lovegood was unsure what to do, when just this happened to her but she however, did come up with a solution-- to run away. Now that I think about it, I wonder-- if someone had been there to offer her some comfort-- would she have chosen a different path to take because if you look at her, you shall see that in her eyes, there lays a pain that no one person should burden.
She only ever told one person that her heart was broken and Ginny Weasley turned out to be just as cold as her older brother, when it came to protecting his name. For you see Luna, was Ginny's best friend and I put a huge amount of emphasis on the, 'was'. Up until the summer holidays that marked her seventh year and since the beginning of their fifth year, the two girls had been inseparable.
You shouldn't allow the opposite sex to ruin your friendships; I offer this advice to anyone who reads what I am saying, as you should never underestimate the power a friend holds.
Secretly, Luna and Ronald Weasley had been dating. Oblivious to anyone around them, they would meet in secret and share what they had to give. When with Ron, Luna was up on cloud nine.
Luna however, was not the only one with a secret and before he died, Harry Potter had approached her and told her-- with more courage than he faced Voldemort with—that he loved her. For that moment in time, she had considered his offering but she told him of herself and Ron and he never again approached her, promising not to tell a soul--in life or death.
Luna often wondered-- against all her own best interests-- that if she had given Harry what he asked of her so fondly, would he have died, instead of being stricken down by the Dark Lord, with no reasons to live? Would he have lived to fight another day with her by his side? It was too late for that by the time Luna had found the truth out. Harry was gone. So was her father.
That summer, Luna spent the first two weeks at the Weasley house. All was fine and quite good, until she came. Luna had been deceived and the second Luna saw his eyes meet hers, she saw a desire well up in Ron's eyes that he had never shown her.
Her heart stopped beating when she saw her Ronald, embrace Hermione Granger in front of her two, lifeless eyes. She remembered how Ginny had laughed at the shocked expression on her face and the words pierced into the very fabric of her soul.
"Didn't you know--they've been a couple for two years now."
Luna had lost her mother, her father and now the one person who she believed she would spend the rest of her life with. She had stared in disbelief and considered telling Hermione right there and then, what she and Ron had been but, how? How could she hurt him so? Even when he had pierced her heart with ice.
Luna had dragged Ginny out into the kitchen and poured out all of what had been going on between herself and Ron. How he had been cheating her. Obviously been with Hermione most of the time whilst they were in the Gryffindor Common Room and she had been in the Ravenclaw.
For a moment, Luna had thought Ginny was going to defend her but to her dismay, her friend began to speak random words that would just not compute in her mind. Finally Luna took in four simple words; 'it's your own fault.'
These words she believed. For whatever foolish reason, she believed them and hearing her only friend shout out such harsh words, was enough to make her throw up over the floor and almost fall in dismay and so, Luna ran.
As soon as the shock of throwing up had relieved itself, she picked her feet from the ground and one in front of the other; they forced her forward with great speed. Heavy and tiresome, yet she continued to go.
Luna did not go back to Hogwarts that year. Sometimes, I wonder if this was her biggest mistake, as how can you heal if you loose everything? You must have something to fall back on, even if it's just a simple life that you share with a dozen cats.
She began to regret decisions that she had made and eventually, Hogwarts forgot about her and no longer bothered to send people looking for her. There is no use searching for a person who doesn't want to be found.
She roamed the countryside; freelance writing for The Quibbler under the name of Maddy Moon, for small amounts of money. That and her magic, kept her alive.
The ministry, although capable of tracking her, didn't seem to bother. She had not been expelled from Hogwarts, so was perfectly legible to use magic. Sometimes she wondered if it would be best to go back-- take her rightful inheritance and apologise to the world but she was sacred. Afraid of how people would react. They didn't like her then-- why should now be different?
Eventually, during the autumn of what would have been after her seventh year, Luna made her way back to where the Burrow was situated. The day had been stormy and the rain had continued to pound against her face but she was determined to climb the hill that over looked the house.
She knew it was ridiculous, stupid in fact but as she reached the top and looked down at the house, she irrupted into a fit of tears.
The rain had continued to fall, leaving her soaked and red. She had promised herself that the day would remain fine and gave herself plenty of time to make the journey but now, she no longer cared what happened to her. She had lost more than her love; she had lost her hope and need for life.
That was when he found her.