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Description: There's something about Luna that he can't just put his finger on.
A/N: It should be easy to see who 'he' is after you read.
Ever since she looked at them with those huge blue eyes over an upside down magazine, he knew there was something odd about Luna. And it wasn't just the fact that she thought Fudge baked goblins in pies or that her favorite accessories were Butterbeer caps and vegetables. There was something more to her then what met his eyes.
By the end of the year feast last year, he knew there was something about Luna that no one, not even him, saw. She addressed everyone, friend, enemy, even stranger, with the same sincere and distant smile that was always plastered to her face. Crazy? No, he didn't think she was crazy.
The beginning of his sixth year. Waiting in the train compartment along with Ron, Hermione, Neville and Ginny was Luna. And there was still that something about her that he just couldn't understand. Maybe it was in the fact that when she laughed, she really meant it. Or perhaps it was, that no matter how insane her theories were, she really believed.
By the time the DA was up and running again, he still couldn't figure out what it was about her. Maybe it was that she tried, really tried. Maybe it was that, no matter how much she was put down, she never cried.
By the time Quiddicth started, he really couldn't understand. Maybe it was that Luna really supported everyone around her. Or maybe it was in those quiet, meaningful words; that "Oh, you heard them. Just beyond the veil".
By the time the DA faced down the former Inquisitorial Squad, he felt he almost had it. Maybe it was that, even though no one cared about Luna, Luna cared about everyone. Maybe it was that Luna had always believed him when he was doubted.
When he faced down Voldemort yet again with the help of his nearest friends, he thought he knew it. Maybe it was in the fact that she was strong, an unwavering kind of strong. Or maybe it was that she could help them all when they needed a laugh.
On their way home that summer, he was still wondering. Was it in that every one of her odd beliefs might've been right after all?
Seventh year and he was still alive and questioning. What was it about Luna the intrigued him? Was it in the fact that she had light his world in times of great dark? Or that she helped him and comforted him in ways the even Dumbledore could not?
By the time he faced down Voldemort and his Death Eaters for the last time, he was still unsure. Was it that she could give him strength like no one in the entire school could? Was it that Luna really cared what happened them all?
By graduation he was sure of it. It was that she acted like everyone was equal. It was that when she laughed, she meant it, and that she believed. It was that Luna really tried hard, and didn't cry. It was that she supported them. It was that what she said meant the world. It was that Luna cared. It was that she believed him when even himself doubted him. It was that she was strong. It was that she was there when they needed her. It was that she was right. That she intrigued him, that she light up his world. It was that she comforted him. It was in that she gave him strength. It was in that she cared what happened. It was that she was Luna.
A/N: Yesh, cower for it is cheesy! But I like it anyway. Hence, I hath posted it. Thou must review, for thou must have read if you're reading this. Now, onward! To the reviewing!