Luna wasn't a person you would ever think you'd see crying but a lot of the time the happiest people are painting the biggest smiley-faces over their tears.
Neville couldn't say he was surprised when he found her sniffling in front of a ruined pile of bricks in a cold, lonely corner of the courtyard. He was at a loss, though, for what to say.
She was usually the one with the words. Sure, many of them were nonsensical, many of them had caused her to be somewhat of an outcast but they were always there, buzzing around her head like a swarm of Wrackspurts.
Instead of forcing out words he couldn't formulate, he put his arm around her and sat down. She looked up at him and he could see her barriers going up. Now she would stop crying and be strong because she didn't want to hurt him. That was who Luna was, she cared about everyone who ever had or would cross paths with her. And most of the time, they ended up caring about her.
He put a finger over her lips before she could protest that she was fine.
Then they lay down amidst the ruins of the shattered castle.
Her slivery blue eyes reflected the million little stars shining in the darkness and then he knew what to tell her.
He took her hand and traced a shape. He showed her the stars and how they shone, just so they could be reflected in her eyes. He shone for her too.
They mapped out a lost world in constellations.
There was a little star, small but bright, for Collin Creevey.
A bright, twinkling star for Fred.
A warm star for Lupin and a steady, unblinking star for Dumbledore.
Too many stars to count but that was why there were galaxies out there.
They were the royalty in a broken caslte and most of their kingdom had relocated to the sky. But they had each other and they would live through stars. The stars would live through them.
look at the stars,
look how they shine for you,
and everything you do.
-coldplay, yellow