Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor will I ever claim to own it or its characters.

Warning: Swearing in later chapters and OOC-ness as this is based off a Harry Potter Roleplay I take part in.

This is all from Luna's point of view but written in 3rd person. If you want to read this from George's point of view, look for it by chocolate-frog-fan.

Luna knew better than to cry.

She knew that her father wouldn't have wanted that.

No he would not have wanted that…

She stared at him in concentration. His hair was matted with dirt and blood and covering most of his snowy white skin that had splodges of purple blossoming here and there. Carefully, as if her father was the most fragile thing in the work, Luna brushed off his face. His once startlingly blue eyes had faded drastically and were fixed on a point on the ceiling due to how the corpse was slumped against the wall. Luna's hand shook drastically as she used two fingers to close the eyes of her dead father.

"There. Now he could be sleeping." She whispered to herself, standing back up and drawing her cloak tight around her.

She looked around her destroyed home and felt a lump form in her throat. She knew that there had been an explosion a few weeks ago but her father and repaired all the damage, she knew that. No, someone had come to the house and killed him recently - there was still the faintest trace of warmth in him signalling he'd not been dead long – and one of both of them had put up a dammed good fight. If there was another body she had yet to find it but she didn't think there was.

"Time to tidy up," Luna withdrew her wand from inside her boot and stood in the middle of the room. "Reparo." She sighed, waving her wand in a full circle around her body.

Luna didn't bother to watch as everything around her began to fix itself before going back to where it belonged. Instead she went upstairs to her room to find some fresh clothes. Her room had been untouched by the battle that had raged in the lower floors of the house. From her wardrobe she selected a knee-length black pencil skirt and matching blouse. She didn't want or particularly need shoes if she was honest with herself so she left them in the bottom of the wardrobe. There wasn't really time for a bath, Luna decided, so instead she used a few spells Mrs Weasley had shown her at Auntie Muriel's a few weeks ago to clean herself off and make her smell nice.

Once she'd completely changed clothes, Luna tied her hair in a bun at the base of her neck and stuck her wand through it. Looking out of the window she saw the sun setting on the horizon and Luna realised that she hadn't eaten all day. She grabbed her cloak and went back downstairs to lay them on the table.

"Come on Dad, time for bed." She whispered brokenly. Luna took her wand out of her hair and pointed it at her father. "Wingardium Leviosa."

Xenophilius Lovegood began to float in mid-air and guided by his daughter, he travelled up the stairs and into his own bed. Luna put her wand back in her hair and tucked her father in so that he really could be sleeping. Unable to help herself, Luna wiped away a tear as she returned back downstairs and put on her black travelling cloak. She couldn't spend the night alone here. She just couldn't. The Weasleys would let her stay, even if it was just on the sofa for the night. Maybe they'd even give her some bread as there was no food in the cupboards.

Closing the door behind her, Luna started the trek over the hills towards The Burrow. She refused to let her mind dwell on her dead father back at her house. Instead she thought about what she'd do from there. Obviously she'd organise the funeral, just a small one maybe just for her, but then what? She'd have to go back to Hogwarts for her final year and possibly to re-do this year. It all depended on what Kingsley decided as he was named temporary Minister of Magic. Then there was sorting out The Quibbler too. That couldn't stop now! The public needed to hear the uncensored news now more than ever! She'd hire someone to help her with it until she was out of school and could manage on her own, definitely. For the holiday she'd probably go back to Hogwarts to help rebuild the castle. A simple Reparo charm didn't work on a building as old and as damaged as Hogwarts and Luna knew that she ought to do her bit to help.

Her mind soon became clouded with grief for her father. He was meant to help her with this, with planning the future, but he couldn't.
"No, he's in a better place now. A place where he can never be hurt again. He's with my mother." Luna nodded to herself, feeling slightly better at the thought. He was with her mother. They could be together again at last.

A half-smile ghosted on to Luna's face as she walked the remaining distance to The Burrow.

"Arthur! Arthur!" Mrs Weasley hissed urgently, staring out of the window at the black figure coming closer and closer to the house. "Arthur!"

"Yes dear?" Mr Weasley asked tiredly, dragging himself away from the fire-place to stand by her side.

"Arthur, there's someone coming towards the house!" Mrs Weasley panicked, pointing at the figure as it entered the garden.

Stony-faced, Arthur drew out his wand and charged into the garden, ready to face the attacker head-on.

"Who goes there?" He demanded, lighting the wand tip so he could see better. "L-Luna?" he asked in disbelief as she walked into the wand light.

"I'm sorry to startle you Mr Weasley." She apologised, taking down her hood.

"What was the last thing I said to you before the Battle at Hogwarts?" He asked suspiciously, not lowering his wand.

"Goodnight dear. I'll see you in the morning." Luna remembered. "You thought I was going to bed."

"What brings you here Luna dear?" He asked, lowering his wand.

Luna didn't know what to say. How could she tell him she was scared of being alone in the dark? How could she admit she walked in to find her father dead on the kitchen floor? She was there to abuse their hospitality but how could she tell him that?

"I- He- Can-" Luna stuttered, her voice breaking a bit. She stopped herself and took a deep breath before starting again. "My Dad is dead and I don't want to spend the night alone." She swallowed, looking at the ground. If they rejected her, she would have no idea what she would do with herself.

"Oh you poor thing," Mrs Weasley had rushed out of the house despite being desperately tired and scooped Luna up into a hug. "You'll stay here until we can get you sorted out sweetie. Don't you worry."

Luna allowed herself to be hugged by Mrs Weasley. To Luna it still felt strange being hugged by this usually jolly, mothering figure despite the fact that she'd hugged her many a time before. Warm hugs were not something she was used to since her mother had left her. Her father was so thin and tall and cold…

Once Mrs Weasley was satisfied she'd been hugged long enough, she ushered Luna in to the kitchen, Mr Weasley following behind them.

"When was the last time you ate dear?" Mrs Weasley probed, stuffing her wet handkerchief into her apron pocket.

"Yesterday evening," Luna mumbled, taking a seat at the large wooden dinner table.

"Pardon dear?" Mrs Weasley turned around from the sink to give her husband a quick look before turning her full attention to Luna.

Luna watched as Mr Weasley slipped off upstairs, wondering what he was doing.

"Yesterday evening," Luna repeated finally.

Mrs Weasley looked stunned and was about to tell Luna off when she suddenly stopped herself. She hadn't eaten that day either. She was too busy looking after her children and grieving for Fred. Poor sweet Fred… Quickly she turned away to hide her tears.

"Oh my goodness. We'll have to get some food in you quick. Is soup okay?" Mrs Weasley asked with her back to Luna.

"Soup would be lovely Mrs Weasley, thank you," Luna paused, choosing her next words carefully. "You can cry in front of me Mrs Weasley. I don't mind."

"Oh no dear, I couldn't." Mrs Weasley sniffed as she started bustling around the kitchen, preparing food for the soup.

"But you need too. Holding it all in only makes it worse." Luna said wisely.

Mrs Weasley stopped and stared at Luna. She reminded Molly of an angel, with sparkling blue eyes and long wavy blonde hair. A little angel in black who could tell her everything would be alright if she just opened up to her…

The empty saucepan in Mrs Weasley's hand clattered on to the floor as she just stared at Luna, allowing more tears to flow.

Quietly, Luna got up from the table and went to Mrs Weasley. She guided the sobbing woman into the empty living room and onto the larger of the sofas, sitting her down and hugging her as she cried.

"It's okay. You can cry. You'll miss him, we all will. Fred didn't deserve to die - no one deserved to die – but at least he's in a better, safer place now. He'll be up there with Lily. Lily will look after him like you looked after Harry. I'm sure of it." Luna comforted her softly.

Mrs Weasley seemed to quieten down a bit at that so Luna carried on, spinning images of a peaceful heavenly place where Fred was waiting for them all until Mrs Weasley had cried herself to sleep. She then took and old, worn brown blanket and laid it over the sleeping woman before leaving the living room and closing the door behind her.

"Why aren't you sad?" George demanded.

Luna jumped as she wasn't expecting him to be waiting for her, leaning against the kitchen table with his arms folded and an angry expression on his face.

"What do you mean?" Luna asked frowning as she moved around him to clear up the soup things.

"Your father just died. Why aren't you sad?" George demanded, shadowing her.

"Did Mr Weasley tell you?" Luna guessed.

"He's looking for a spare room to put you in. He's told us all. Now answer the question!" George was getting impatient and was raising his voice as a result.

"Because I know my father wouldn't want me to be sad. He's in a better place now, free from suffering and pain. Why should I be sad about that?" Luna asked innocently, finally finding the bread. She cut herself a piece off and put it back before sitting down at the table and nibbling very slowly on it.

"Because you will never see him again! He won't be there to stop you from crying or make you laugh or-" George broke off as tears threatened to spill.

"George, he's okay. Fred's okay." Luna said comfortingly.

"DON'T YOU SAY HIS NAME! DON'T YOU DARE THINK THAT HE'S OKAY! HOW COULD YOU KNOW? YOU KNOW NOTHING. NOTHING!" George screamed at her.

"Calm down George." Luna said firmly, all traces of innocence and sweetness vanishing instantly from her voice. "Yelling and screaming at me won't bring him back."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

"NO!" Luna shouted back, shocking George a little. "No I will not shut up. YOU need to shut up and calm down. Screaming isn't helping. How do you think Fred feels, seeing you like this? Don't you think it's killing him too? But he is in a better place right now with people who will love and watch over him until you can join him! He's in a better place and for that you should be grateful!"

"You don't understand." George seethed.

"I understand perfectly George." Luna glared at him.

Something jolted inside George as she did this and he quietened down, slightly scared about what Luna might do to him if he didn't. He slumped down in a chair and rested his hands on the table, looking at the floor.

"I understand." Her voice was more sympathetic this time. "I understand."

Luna reached over the table and took one of his hands in her own. He snatched it away and glared at her before putting it back on the table. Luna looked at him, evaluating him before taking his hand in her own again. He didn't protest this time as her warm hand was placed over his cold one. George looked up at Luna in a different way this time. His expression was softer. As the warmth from her hand flowed into his, he found himself calming down and started to feel a bit calmer.

"I can't believe he left me." George admitted weakly, more to himself than Luna.

"He hasn't left you though George," Luna told him, smiling slightly. "He's just been locked away out of sight for a while but he's still there. He's in your heart." She explained as if it made all of the sense in the world.

And it did.

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