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A/N: For the Knowing Me, Knowing You Challenge. I didn't claim a character because there are too many perspectives in this (changes are marked in italics). Luna's actions (at least the mentioned ones) aren't in character, but hopefully everything else is. A lot of this was inspired by Lacrymosa, by Evanescence.
Ginny:
Funerals – before my seventeenth birthday, I'd been to one or two; by my eighteenth, I was sick of them. That's about how much things changed in my world in the space of a year, how tragic everything got. But this isn't about me; it's about the sweet tragedy that was my friend Luna's life.
I don't know what happened that made her snap, and neither does anyone else. Maybe she was sick, too sick of being alone – that's happened before, hasn't it? Anyways, she killed herself four days ago, without giving any warning.
So sweet, so tragic – the only person who could make any member of my family look normal is gone.
Harry:
After the war, Luna didn't change like most of us did. She refused to see the world the way normal people did, choosing instead her own world. But she was, despite what people were always saying, the sanest person I have ever met.
So sweet, so tragic – days before her nineteenth birthday, she took her own life.
Hermione:
If you think about it, Luna was my polar opposite. She believed in all sorts of things that could never exist – take Nargles in mistletoe as an example – no matter how much people told her she was crazy. Maybe she was – we'll never know. No matter what, she was one of those people who survive stuff, who's there to tell everyone what it was like. I never thought she'd go this far. No one did.
So sweet, so tragic – the person who showed us how to believe will never show us anything again.
Neville:
Luna was a lot of things. First and foremost, she wasn't anything like anyone I'd ever met. She didn't care what people thought of her, which was probably for her own good. And she didn't question people – if someone had an idea, she'd be all for it unless it was totally mental. That was how we tested ideas during the year from hell – if she didn't comment then it was worth doing.
Second, she was a really good friend, and I mean that in a good way. If what you needed was someone who would just listen, she was always there for you. I never got the chance to tell her this, although I did plan on it, but I thought she was the kind of person you could tell anything to and it wouldn't surprise her. She just KNEW things before most people did.
Third, and this is the part that I will never tell anyone; I loved her. I never got to tell her that, either, which might be the biggest mistake I'll ever make in my life. If I'd told her, maybe it would have stopped her.
So sweet, so tragic – part of my heart died with her.