Disclaimer: That's right people, I bought Harry Potter! Bow down to me fandom! It is mine! All mine! : P Yeah, in my dreams.
A/N: Written for 'Pick a Plotline' challenge. Hope you enjoy my story!
Pairing: Harry/Luna (You should know who the stories referring to now O_O)
Genre: AU. So you won't be confused here's the explanation: Harry's parents died, he went to live with Remus (Sirius in Azkaban), Remus poor, he never could give Harry wonderful things (i.e. clothing) people teased him. Luna's mother died, people teased her. No more explanation is needed. :)
Different
Yes, she was different. He was different, too. In reality, aren't we all different?
Yes.
Why, then, do they ridicule the different, the unique? Why do they squash it down until there was nothing left, until you were broken and needed repair? Were they just cruel, or was there reasoning behind it?
There always is a reason.
He just wished he knew that reason.
Was it just because they were different?
She was indeed a very different girl. No crazy, just different. But everyone is really. It would just be boring if no one was different.
Boring.
That was something she definitely was not. Blunt, abnormal, but not boring. It was something he liked about her. It was something that was looked past by, something others didn't notice. Something they all judged her abnormality.
Remus taught him not to judge before he really knew.
A lesson all should learn. Sadly, there were people who judged you before they knew, shunned, and broke you.
Until you needed repair.
Yes, he repaired her, after she was broken. He was someone she could confide in, something she never had. And did something she never did.
She let out those tears.
She never really let it all out, not really. But who could blame her, what with all those people who felt it right to put her down? So, she always bottled it up, putting on her perky façade; when all she really needed was to unplug those feelings, let them loose, not build them up.
Eventually it will come crashing down on you.
It always does. She built up her own little world, a place to hide her feelings of loss and despair, but he was the one to help her open up to these feelings.
And she did the same with him.
He too never let it out; he too bottled them up, those feelings, and stored them on an empty shelf, turned away and never looked back.
They looked back together.
It was what they both really needed. Each other to let out those feelings of loss, misery, despair, loneliness.
Because together, they'd never be alone.
They had each other. The two oddballs. The two weirdos. The two different people.
Just different.
A/N: How was it? Touching? Horrible? I really want to know. You could voice those thoughts in a review… maybe…?