I've newly added Lunarry/Huna to my list of ships. I'm now convinced that Luna was the one Harry truly should have been with. Now, don't get me wrong, I do love Hinny, but Luna has a different relationship with Harry. Something deeper, more meaningful. Maybe it's love, we'll never know. But for now, we can only ship. I'm doing a trilogy of Lunarry/Huna oneshots and drabbles. Starting them off is this more friendship/romantic oneshot, called "Moonshell". I hope you guys enjoy. Don't forget to R&R! xoxo
Moonshell
Inspired by "Piledriver Waltz" by Appointment
It was dark out now, but the rain hadn't subsided. Despite it, Harry sat on the damp sand by the moonlight. His jumper, jeans, and trainers had soaked through to his skin, causing him to occasionally shiver. But he didn't care. He couldn't care. His head was spinning with the day's events and the loss of his most loyal friend. He'd spent hours kneeling before the little stone marker that read
"Here Lies Dobby: A Free Elf"
Now that he'd been able to pry himself away, he stumbled blindly to the beach just metres away, and sank into the sand. He barely moved, if only to pick up a stone or stick and toss it away. The moon's light would occasionally slip between the dense, dark cloud formations; illuminating the scenery around him. Shell Cottage, the tall beach grass, the sand, the waves. But he barely noticed that at all. All he could do was stare out past the waters, out to the horizon; a horizon masked and marred by death and darkness.
He heard her approach, but paid no attention. He picked up another stone and languidly tossed it at the water. It struck the surface, creating a ripple. That's all I am, Harry thought as he watched the ripples spread and fade. A ripple effect. I start something, people are affected, and in the end someone gets hurt.
"You'll catch your death if you remain here any longer." Luna's dreamy words infiltrated his mind. Suddenly, his shoulders, back, and arms were heavy, and then warm. She sank down beside him on the sand.
"I don't think that would be such a terrible thing." He glanced slightly right. Her bright red Mary Jane's were a sore thumb compared to the dankness and grey surrounding them. She sat onto her left hip, black stockings catching grains of sand.
"Don't say such things, Harry." She seemed completely serene here, her white-blonde waves floating about her head. "I don't know what we would do without you." Her owly eyes glanced about, catching sight of a shell not two feet away. She leaned over and clutched it, setting it on her lap. She dusted off the sand, which fell onto the layers of faded flower-print and white lace trim that made up her dress. She shuddered a moment, the blue woolen sweater apparently not enough to keep the cold away. Harry's arm slowly dragged a corner of the blanket up and over Luna's shoulders. She shuffled left until she was just touching Harry. She didn't shy away from his dampness or coldness, and she allowed his arm to linger at her waist. She pulled the corner of the blanket around her body more tightly, forcing them closer. She still did not mind.
"Daddy once brought me here with Mummy." Luna spoke after some time. She dropped her head to look at the shell. Harry looked too. The shell was a very small conch, no larger than a Remembrall. It was ombre orange, a bright burnt hue at the tip that faded to almost whiteness at the rim of the bottom. Luna smiled softly at it. "He and Mummy used to tell me about all the shells on the beach. What each one signified." She held up the shell so that when the Moon shone through the dark once more, it suddenly illuminated with a soft but fiery intensity. The mild fire inside tranquilized all pain in Harry's mind, subsiding the hopelessness and despair, and filled his body with a hopeful bliss. As the moon's light vanished once more, Harry released a harsh breath and grasped his chest with his right hand, his mind returning to reality. Luna slide the shell into his pocket and took his hand in her small, delicate hand.
"My dad gave my mother a moonshell when their first baby died. He said when she felt most hopeless, just to illuminate it with moonlight, and everything would be alright. Most people don't believe they exist, because they're so hard to find. But when you do find one, it will bring its bearer the utmost peace. Just when they need it." She stared out to the horizon. Harry's eyes trained on her a moment longer before he too looked to the horizon. The clouds began to break as a soft orange glow cracked the surface of the water. Harry felt the corners of his mouth breaking free of the weights that had left him down. He looked away to Luna again. She was smiling too, just as she always had. Harry felt himself pushing his fingers between hers and clench her hand. Luna leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. He turned his head to gaze down at her. Her wide eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, breathing in ocean air.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Luna." Harry muttered, dropping his head as he fiddled with a shoelace.
"I'm sure you'd be much less entertained." She said matter-of-factly, eyes still closed. Harry chuckled once, then shook his head.
"No, I mean I don't know how I'd make it without you." He said, smiling and still fiddling. Luna shifted and inhaled and exhaled deeply.
"I'm sure you'd find your way eventually. But I think I prefer it with you here, in my life." Harry turned his head and planted a soft kiss on Luna's forehead.
"I love you, Luna." He whispered softly.
"I know you do." She nodded. She shifted off his shoulder and placed her head on his leg. Harry released her hand and rested it on her shoulder. The blanket draped softly over her body as she soon drifted off to sleep. The rain began to weaken, the winds died away, and the waves slowed their crashing. The clouds parted and the moon revealed itself to its fullest. Harry pulled out the moonshell and held it up to the light. It illuminated kindly and Harry was once more at peace. It seems Luna, as she had many times, had brought a little peace to this world. Even if just for a moment.
A/N: I do not own the characters or setting of this. All rights go to J.K. Rowling and this is only for entertainment purposes.
