She wasn't a typical beauty. Her long, dirty blond hair fell down her back in soft waves stopping at her waist. Her porcelain skin was clear and bright without so much as a single blemish, and her frame was small, but not frail looking. Her eyes, however, seemed to speak more about her than the rest of her features combined. They had a misty quality about them when she was deep in thought, but would immediately clear into a crisp gray when something (or someone) caused her to break out into one of her famous gentle smiles.
No one seemed to notice her looks, but no one missed her disposition. Cheer and joy surrounded her, but she was often distracted, hardly what you'd call normal. Her kindness touched everything, giving off what seemed to be a fairytale like glow. She was Luna Lovegood, but for some reason nobody cared.
He was not your average hero. This thin, lanky boy of average height with jet black hair as dark as the night sky, and green eyes that shone like emeralds was admired by many girls, but beyond his looks he just wanted to be a normal boy. He was handed fame and fortune at an unusually young age, but at a cost that was clearly not worth the prize.
Craving normalcy was a hunger he dealt with for years, but his peers wouldn't leave him alone. All he wanted in this world was to have his family back, and to experience life the way he saw his friends live. Pain was what he knew, but he battled it well with a brave exterior, and a compassionate heart. Although, teenage boy can only shield himself from so much heart ache before he finds himself alone. He was Harry Potter, and everyone cared, but not about him.
Their love was indescribable, unbreakable, and passionate through times of war and hate, until hate eventually struck them swiftly and surely. This is no fairytale.