House: Hufflepuff
Category: Drabble
Prompt: [Creature] Glumbumble
Word count: 343
Warnings: implied/mentioned suicidal thoughts
Notes: Post-war; not epilogue compliant; the tone of the story really turns around, sorry.
Harry stared dispassionately into his coffee cup, absently stirring the cold liquid with a spoon. His eyes were red-rimmed and he sniffled occasionally. It was just so sad. . . his coffee was cold.
Harry mourned the loss of the beverage as Luna sat across from him and grabbed his hand in a comforting manner, her large gray eyes understanding.
He was visiting Luna and, of course, he'd eaten something that he shouldn't have. It wasn't really his fault though, she hadn't labelled it as Glumbumble Treacle and had put it on her kitchen counter anyways.
How was Harry supposed to know that it wasn't a regular treacle tart, but instead a melancholy-inducing one?
"What else did you expect? I have a Glumbumble habitat in the garden, remember?" Luna had asked him innocently, blinking owlishly.
Harry had cried harder, for apparently no reason at all, other than that Luna was just so adorable and that was sad, for some inexplicable reason.
He spent the next week or so moping about Luna's small hut that she shared with her husband, Rolf. Harry had planned on visiting with both Rolf and Luna, but the odd man had gotten pulled away to go investigate a sighting of some obscure creature no one could remember the name of.
That was fine with Harry. He wasn't sure if Rolf would appreciate him cuddling up next to Luna in the middle of the night, sobbing more than he had when Ginny had left him for Cormac McLaggen.
That brought more saddening thoughts than Harry could handle, like all of the casualties of the Battle of Hogwarts; the fact that Ron and Hermione had gotten married and had two beautiful children, and Harry didn't have a family anymore. No one needed him.
Harry wondered absently if Luna kept the knives in the kitchen, or if she would've kept them by the Glumbumbles. It seemed like a Luna thing to do, to put the sharp, sharp blades with the little bee-like creatures that made people cry.
Wouldn't that be funny?
Harry didn't laugh.