Well this idea just came to me so I have decided to roll with and have now committed myself to writing little one-shots about random characters from books TV movies so here is the first installment.
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It was late.
I could tell by the fact that it was the middle of June and the moon had risen to the middle of the sky.
The red head beauty resting her head in my lap turned in her sleep. the moon light from the large bay window, bathed our faces in a pale white glow as I absentmindedly stroked her fiery mane.
I sigh she had long ago stopped crying but I could still see the tear marks and the red irritated skin.
She honestly held out from crying as long as she could, she was not familiar with the showing of weakness growing up in a house full of boys where emotions were shot down, ignored and teased but the emotional strain of the past few days took its toll, she couldn't hold out forever. In fact it wasn't until sunset when we were sitting on the cushions of the window that she finally succumbed to the tears that threatened to overwhelm her, I think He was the final breaking point.
He broke up with her this afternoon, in fact it was right after the funeral.
No matter how much I know thinking it makes me a bad friend I cant help it in the hopes of a crazy girl.
But no matter how much I hold on to my desperate last hope I know its not true He loves her. He broke up with her to keep her safe and I accept that.
For how could he ever love me when He has her waiting for him to come back.
How could He ever love me when He has Ginny Weasley.
I look up to celestial body I am named after and a single tear falls.
As she stirs in my lap I wipe the tear off my face and return the hazy far away look to my eyes.
For that is what I am a crazy girl who holds on to desperate dreams that could never be true.
As she finally opens her warm fire filled brown eyes I know he could never love me when he has her.
For why would Harry Potter who is not the boy-who-lived in my eyes he is Harry the boy who understands what it feels like to be alone, the boy who understands me.
"Hey Luna" she says in her half asleep state.
I smile down at her and tell her to go back to sleep.
For who could ever love Loony Lovegood when they have Ginny Weasley.
And if you could figure out who everyone was before I told you bravo you're a freaking genius and I bow down to you in all your infinite wisdom.