Disclaimer: I own nothing that you recognize of J.K Rowling's, sadly… I was inspired to write this story by the snow outside my window and I have always been a huge Luna/Harry shipper. Please read and review.
A snowflake by the water

The fearful cold had forced the students inside the castle, attempting to bunch up by the fire, basking in its flickering warmth. It hadn't snowed yet... but she prayed, and that she did desperately, that it would. She was the only one. The only away from the relieving warmth, awaiting the first snowflake to fall from the darkening clouds. The only one that was able to be so open minded to believe in what might be the strangest things, the only one to hate herself for what she was. Her family: Destroyed. Her friends: She had none. Everything: Gone with in the blink of an eye. And for Luna Lovegood, the only way to see if she could really still feel pain, was for her to inflict it upon herself. And that she did and as proof, her arms were heavily decorated in red scars; some deep and some perfectly shallow and rigid. But no one knew. The only reason people noticed her was to point and laugh and tell her that she was out of her mind.

She had ignored it for much too long.

Away from all those who tormented and tortured her, Luna sat, alone by the lake who's water still rippled in the icy wind. Her cheeks were whipped pink by it's cold but she didn't mind. It was quiet outside and the only thing making fun of her was her reflection in the shallow water's edge. She kicked it away with her foot and stared blinkingly up at the sky waiting for her white salvation.

"Snow all ready!" she pleaded with the clouds.

"You think they'll answer you?" a voice said behind her.

She turned so quickly that her neck cracked and she found herself staring into bright emerald eyes. She followed his optics as he took seat beside her.

"So. Talking to the clouds?" Harry asked of her.

Luna meekly shook her head. "Waiting for the snow." she said, wringing her hands in her lap.

"I didn't think anyone would be out here. It's so cold." said Harry

Luna shrugged.

"What's wrong Luna? You don't seem like yourself?" he questioned curiously

"Nothing's wrong." she said defensively

"You can tell me you know..." he said slowly.

It was then when Luna realized that she wasn't the only one who's life was littered with tragic loss and suffering. She looked away from him. "I just wish that people would leave me alone." she said quietly

Harry frowned. He had never heard Luna complain about the way people treated her and had no clue of what to say.

"I wish.. I wish that people wouldn't point and laugh at me in the corridors. I wish that I had friends to turn to when everything piled up on top of me. I have nothing left to live for. I have no one left to know." she said sadly, tears welling in her eyes but she clung them to her eyelashes, desperate for them not to fall.

"You do have friends and you do have something left to live for. People will miss you if you were to die." Harry said.

"I have no friends, no one to miss me."

"You do so..." he argued

"Really?" she said, looking to him, disbelief written on her face "Whom?"

Harry bit his bottom lip. "Me.'' he said quietly. Luna remained silent. But inside, she felt something warm despite the cold temperature outside. Looking up at him, her insides were warmed with a delight that she had long forgotten. And for the first time in a long while, a smile teased at her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Thank you." she said with complete and utter gratitude.

"Your very welcome." Harry said, returning both her embrace and her smile. Luna opened her eyes in time to see flecks of white fall onto her nose, crossing her eyes to see it delicate design before it melted upon her skin. She laughed and got to her feet again, looking up at the sky, barely visible through the white forest. She laughed again and started twirling in circles with her tongue stuck out. Harry laughed and joined in her winter celebration, a smile lingering upon his face as the snowflakes fell onto his tongue. Luna held her arms out at her side still looking up at the sky the memory of the first snowflake by the lake still shining in her mind, where it would thrive, never to be forgotten…

Ever

A/N: Well, that's it for now. Please review. I'm leaving it at a one chapter story for now unless I get a review or more requesting that I add to it.

-Chaotique