Married Life
His head bobbed gently. Bounce bounce bounce.
Somewhere
His foot tapped.
Beyond the sea
He swayed, hands in pockets.
Somewhere waiting for me
He was dancing.
My lover stands on golden sands
He wasn't really a dancer, but he stood straight.
And watches the ships
He put his arms out and pretended to hold someone.
That go sailing...
He shifted again, swinging hips and pulling his imaginary girl across the floor.
Somewhere
In his imagination she smiled.
Beyond the sea
Her blond hair swung too, in the opposite direction of the rest of her.
She's there watching for me
Her light blue dress fluttered as if it were made of butterflies.
If I could fly like birds on high
Her eyes glistened, astral orbs, shocking and delightful pale gray.
Then straight to her arms
She mouthed the words, eyes closing blissfully, her little hand in his, like a bird he had to be so careful with.
I'd go sailing
He'd always loved this song.
It's far, beyond the stars
And he always loved how she could get lost in the joy of a moment, without doubting it.
It's near, beyond the blue
They spun. They twirled.
I'll know beyond a doubt
One being, joined in a dance so intricate.
My heart will lead me there soon
It was almost unreal.
We'll meet beyond the shore
And he'd missed her softness, in her hair and her hands and her lips.
We'll kiss just like before
The trumpets swelled as he said, "Luna."
And we'll be beyond the sea
And then died again as she said, "George."
And never again I'll go sailing
George.
He sat up in his cot as the dream dissolved behind his eyelids. He pulled his blanket in closer and opened his eyes wearily, drawing his knees up to his chest. They were in a tent in the rain. Fred had been put in charge of protective charms. It was leaking.
Lee and Fred looked over at him. They were crowded round the radio, listening to that stupid song and planning their next broadcast.
"Shut the damn thing off," George snapped, rubbing his eyes.
"What is it, Georgie?" Fred asked.
"Just... Just turn it off, mate, okay?" He flipped so that his back was to them and buried his face in his pillow as the tent was filled with silence.
They whispered, offended, but complied. Everyone was on edge. They were all missing their families. Fred had Angelina waiting up for him in her flat, not knowing he wouldn't be back til tomorrow - he'd get it then. Lee had a new boyfriend, Michael, that wouldn't last til the end of the week, but it didn't really matter because for now it was fierce and passionate and Merlin, George could go without hearing about it again.
And George was missing Luna, whose letters had stopped coming from school. Fear for her gripped him in a way he hadn't been aware he could be held. Every night it kept him awake, the idea of her young life being snatched away. Or worse, the idea of her singularity being snuffed out and her returning to him a shell. She was only seventeen: new and bright and curious. She had so much to do. Every night it was a prayer, a lullaby, a rosary for his new faith. Please, please, please let her be alright. Please, please, please let her be alright.
Please, please. Please let her be alright.
A/N: This might be a little confusing! Context: George on the run doing Potterwatch, which they do from remote and quickly abandoned places. If you want to know more about the backstory, you can read my fic The Life and Death of Luna Lovegood, which is all about this. It's actually a later chapter of that story, written for a challenge.