** authors note: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Sadly
The Windows to the Soul
The eyes are often called the windows to the soul, this saying is often true. When the eyes are closed you don't lose your soul, it is just being shaded, harder to see. The worst thing to see is someone losing their soul. The light in the eyes are lost. Initially, the glass is still there but it is not a window, it is just a sheet of glass.
These piercing eyes, his piercing eyes were always twinkling with pure joy and his half–moon spectacles were magnifying them just a little making the widows behind them one of his most prominent features. Now they were resting, on the ground outside the Astronomy Tower where, not moments ago he had plummeted from the top. Luna's own light blue eyes brimmed with tears as she pictured the first time she had laid her eyes on this extraordinary man.
September 1st was a stormy night; the rain seemed as if the clouds were a towel being wrung out on their very heads. Luna was one of three in the boat that traveled across the Black Lake, a muggle-born named Colin Creevey being one and Ginny Weasley being the other.
Ginny and Luna had often played together on the moor that separated their houses when they were younger. They would imagine ways of being sorted, Luna's favorite involved a mind-reading creature she liked to call by a funny name. They had stopped playing together once Luna's mum died and Luna began to find company in herself. Today Ginny sat with her in the train, her brothers, Fredrick and Joe (or something of the like) had kicked her out and Ginny preferred to see a familiar face. Luna understood, and there was plenty of room in her otherwise empty compartment.
Once in the Castle, Luna began to feel her excitement in her chest. Her heart thumped loudly and Daddy's words played in her head "I love you no matter what, my sweet darling. You would be so perfect for any one of the houses they might have to put you in all of them!"
The small groups of children were paraded into the Great Hall and Luna gaped at the tall slender figure in front of her. Albus Dumbledore was a walking legend. She couldn't wait to study magic under his careful gaze. He looked so gentle but his crooked and poorly mended nose suggested that at one point he had not been. Then, five people after the sorting started, Luna was called she placed the hat on her head and remembered what Daddy had said to her again. She heard a gruff voice call, "RAVENCLAW!"And she found herself looking behind her for approval. The Headmaster beamed at her and gestured her to her table. He looked so regal in his seat, so proud of each student under his happy expression, so real, and so alive. Luna held on to this memory when times were so innocent when all that mattered was that she was there and her whole life was before her.
This memory made Luna's eyes spill over in sadness, and remembering the twinkle in his eyes, she lifted her wand next to Madam Pomfrey. "To those eyes" she whispered to herself. Her tears' falling freely as Harry was clutching Albus Dumbledore's lifeless body. Dumbledore's soul wasn't lost with his death; it was just shaded, covered up. The students of Hogwarts would find his soul next year when they needed it most. In themselves and in their pride for the school and home they loved. LONG LIVE DUMBLDORE'S ARMY!