The idea hit me a little while ago. Please R&R
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Luna sighed blissfully and felt the sun warm her tired limbs, she treasured these moments of peace between being a mother and editoress of The Quibbler. She gently stroked the almost white, fluffy hair of her week old daughter Mora, who stirred and began to whine.
"Ssssh Baby"
She lifted the baby onto her chest and smiled happily as she started feeding.
Luna heard a knock at the garden gate,
"Come in" She felt shadows fall across her and opened her eyes to see Harry, Ginny and Hermione standing over her.
"Hello everyone" She said dreamily "How are you Harry?"
Harry chewed his lip and looked at the other girls, unsure of how to breach the delicate subject,
"We've been wondering, if you are ready to tell us who Mora's father is"
Luna smiled mysteriously, it was the one question she had never answered since the day she annouced she was pregnant,
"I'll tell you all one day Harry, but today is not that day" One day She thought I'll tell them who I truly am She giggled as Mora tugged at her snow blonde hair.
"Isn't the sky lovely today?" The friends masked their disappointment as best they could and turned the conversation to more homely topics like handmade baby clothes and school memories.
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That night the moon rose over the wild garden and tangled woods.
Luna fastened Mora to her chest with an ink blue sling before fastening a forest green cloak around her slender shoulders. She walked through the damp grass and entered the wood on silent bare feet. She flitted between the trees like a ray of moonlight, her hair floating in the star breeze. She stopped at the base of a large oak tree, she knelt before it and whispering a spell lay her smooth hands on the ancient bark.
The bark drew back revealing a secret hollow.
Inside the hollow there was a white urn, written on this in curling black script was a name. Draco Malfoy.
"Say hello to Daddy, Mora" The baby gurgled sleepily as Luna cleared the dead flowers and replaced them with fresh ones. Luna's tears fell like diamonds onto Mora's head and the small collection of hidden memories she and Draco had shared.
A piece of Draco's deatheater mask, which he had smashed as a declaration of his love.
A chocolate bar wrapper from the coffee bar they went to on their first date.
A heart made from willow, a present from their first year together.
Withered rose petals, from the night he proposed.
And finally the smallest of all these seemingly insignificant treasures, a loveknot made from locks of his and her hair. Woven by his shaking hands as she tried in vain to save him from a cursed wound.
She kissed the cold, marble urn then Mora's warm cheek,
"You're the one treasure I don't have to hide" She murmured into the delicate, shell like ear of their sleeping daughter.
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Luna quietly drew the bark back across the secret hollow's entrance and rose gracefully, turning her gaze to the warm cottage in the open moonlight.
Tomorrow she would be Luna Lovegood and laugh and smile and work and sing, but tonight in the chill, pre-dawn air she was, and always would be.
Mrs Luna Malfoy.
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A fact you may find intresting: Mora means blueberry in Spanish:)
Please R&R