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Luna made her way through the now destroyed great hall. She didn't know where she was going, or particularly why, she just kept walking where her feet took her. Despite her rattled and sensitive state from the war that had ended literally minutes ago, she did have one quite present thought: she just wanted to be as alone as she could possibly be.
She made her way to what seemed to be an empty staircase and collapsed down on it, and put her head in her hands. How could this have happened? She thought that everyone would make it out of this war okay, or at least everyone that she really cared about. Her father was gone though. He died in Azkaban before the war even started. Now she truly had no family. No mother. No father. They were gone. Never coming back and she would never see them again.
Her internal monologue ended when she heard a muffled sniff. She lifted and turned her head to see who the mysterious stranger was. Before her eyes she saw a tall lanky figure with both hands covering his face. From the looks of it he was missing his left ear but had strategically covered the hole with his long fire red hair. She knew who this was; she just couldn't believe that George Weasley was crying.
As if on instinct she reached out and pulled one of his hands from his face and intertwined it with her own and gave it a comforting squeeze. He lifted his head and his dark brown eyes met her large, blue ones. Luna didn't know why she took this moment to memorize every structure and detail of his face, but continued to study him. He had small eyes with short eyelashes, with dark circles under his eyes. There wasn't a square centimeter on his entire face that wasn't covered in freckles. Tears strained his face and continued to drip off of his chin and the tip of his nose.
In a matter of seconds he collapsed into her. His head on her shoulder and both arms wrapped around her waist, he broke down crying. Luna was stunned by the action but not at all repulsed. She wrapped one arm around his torso, and placed another on the back of his head, comforting him. It wasn't long before Luna was crying with him. They just sat there comforting each other for what felt like minutes but turned out to be hours. When they were both calmed down enough to speak, Luna said the first words.
"Who was it? Who was it that you, uh, lost?"
"Fred. You know Fred. You had to. Everyone knew Fred, everyone loved him. He was my twin, my best friend. I just can't believe he's really gone. I've been with him since I was born and we haven't been apart for more than a few hours before, and now he's gone. Forever."
"The sky has lost a star."
"What?" George was very confused by this, and if it was a joke, he just wasn't in the mood.
"My father said that whenever a child died. It means that we've lost a truly wonderful person that never got to reach their full potential due to an end in their life far too early."
George immediately felt guilty for judging her so soon. "Your father sounds like a wise man"
"He was," she said with a sad expression. "Voldemort got him thrown in Azkaban. He died six days ago."
"That's terrible Luna. That must have been really hard on you and your mum." George had no idea that Luna had faced hardships in her life before. She seemed to always be happy, and upbeat. He wouldn't have guessed that anything bad had happened to her, so it came as a shock.
"Just me. Mum died when I was nine. I miss them both terribly."
George then had a crazy and extremely spontaneous thought, "Does that mean you'll be living alone now?"
"I don't want to be. Going back to that house is the last thing I want to do"
"Come live with us then. Well until they rebuild Hogwarts, but you can visit on holiday and we would be glad to have you."
"Do you really mean that?"
George nodded, and Luna flung her arms around his neck. He was taken by surprise at this action, but responded with a hug nonetheless. George then deemed himself as an idiot. He had invited a Lovegood to stay at his house after his brother's death. He knew his mother was not going to be happy with him for this.
