How many years has it been? This question doesn't seem to leave his mind. Years apparently. He looked at the star lit sky. He remembered a long time ago a friend told him how all the stars were of the deceased. The stars were there to guide the living for each passing night. He wondered how she was doing now. It's been years since he last spoken to her.

He guessed it was hopeless now since he was stuck her after all. Looking at his sleeping comrades forms he couldn't help but smile. She would be happy for him. He was lonely as a child even my re lonely as a teen. Now he was an adult and his careful intricate solitude barrier was slowly breaking. This was all thanks to his new friends of course.

Watching to see if anyone's awake he lifted his hand to his forehead. He traced the familiar lines of his famous scar. The lighting bolt scar. The scar created by a dark figure who plagued England for many years. The man who claimed him as an equal. Chosen over his friend who was also shy of being chosen as well. Personally he would rather be chosen. He knew the burdens and wouldn't want anyone else to suffer.

For years he suffered isolated and alone. He wished for friends. He got the chance when he went to an isolated school. He made friends as well as enemies. Along them was her:Luna Lovegood. Many thought she was insane. However, beneath that loony mask laid a wise face. He considered her wiser then beyond her years.

He couldn't help but smile. Luna. She viewed the world in ways he and the rest of the human population would probably never see. She would have liked it here. She would have been happy for him.

Oh how much he has grown from that scrawny boy to a strategist. He yearned to call for her. Tell her of all the interesting creatures he seen, the amazing people he had met, and the marvelous adventures he had. But alas he couldn't. She wasn't logged on when the Apocalypse happen. She was offline.

His smile faltered only for a mere second but quickly regain its form. If Luna was here she would have said the past is in the past and look forward to the future. That or that nargles are messing with his brain.

Looking at the night sky for a final time that night he closed his now barely noticeable emeralds eyes for the night. Falling to sleep his smile still lingered. She would have been proud and happy for his new life. Even if he doesn't know what would happen in the future all he needed to know is to live life to the fullest.

authors note:

this is just a concept idea :D

if you want me to write more comment down below! I'll be happy to continue this one shot and make it into a worthwhile fanfic :)