Hey Guys, so this is my first fan fiction I've made and I hope you enjoy it. Please review for me:3 and I'd love to see some fan art as well. I'll try and make a chapter or two every week. All my love.
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Chapter 2:
"It's getting rather late, shouldn't you be going?" I said a little too sharply, quick to change the subject.
"Yes I suppose I should" Luna said. After a short pause she asked, "Would you like to come with me?" At this I turned my head to look at her. She continued "I haven't been able to go since my father died, I'd like it if someone else was there to pay respects. I'm sure it'd make them happy, and it'd be easier for me too."
The thought of going back to the Burrow hurt my head and I felt rather sick being alone with my thoughts. So I nodded, something about the look in her eyes made my gut twinge, as if leaving her by herself would hurt me as much as it hurt her.
"Sure, I'll go with you" and with that, Luna smiled and stood up. She brushed off some of the grass on her dress and smiled dreamily at me. We set off and walked for a while in silence. It was a different silence though, not like the one in the Burrow. I didn't feel as if my brain would squeeze from lack of oxygen. It was comfortable, and almost nice. It lasted a good 20 minutes before I looked back at Luna. The sun was shining down on her golden locks. Her blue eyes would shimmer against it and her whole face lit up in a glow I never noticed before. She looked beautiful at that moment. I rummaged through my brain for a topic to discuss.
"Have you heard? Kingsley's the new Minister of Magic." I said.
"Yes, he'll make a great minister, I think." And then more silence seemed to surround us both. We glanced at each other on occasions, enjoying the company without pushing for conversation. I wondered what she was thinking every now and then, when she looked up at me or at the sky. It was strange looking back, how I never really talked to her much before. A few more minutes past until she finally spoke up pulling me away from my thoughts.
"We're here." She had stopped walking. I looked ahead at the scenery before me and noticed her tense slightly. She was having doubts and a hint of anxiety struck her eyes. As if it were instinct I took her by the hand. She glanced down at her hand and back at me, her lips stretching into a small smile. Her features softened a bit and I lead her toward the gravestones. The place where her parents lied was beautiful…peaceful, even. Surrounding the two gravestones, where small levitating lanterns with intricate designs that would glow and cast shadows across the grass. Small wind chimes surrounded them and silently rang a soft tune. The ground was filled with daffodils except for a small circle around the two headstones. Luna and I stepped forward, hand in hand. She let go and fell gracefully to her knees and carefully placed the blue roses in between the two gravestones.
"Hello, Mum and Dad. This is George; he's come with me today. I've been doing okay recently, just missing you a lot. And the Quibbler has been a bit slow but I'm trying my best to fill your shoes" after a long pause she continued "I hope you're happy, wherever you are. I got bitten by a gnome yesterday, it was wonderful!" silence again " I'm sorry for not visiting for a while. It wasn't until today that I found some strength to walk all the way here. … I'll come back soon, I promise. Love you."
She stood up and grabbed my hand with a strength I didn't know she had, and looked up at me. "Thank you, George." I nodded in response and she said "It's getting late, could you walk me home?"
"Sure, Luna". And with that we left the graves. We walked back to her house but this time we talked more and more about ourselves. I think she wanted to continue conversation more now that she was feeling a bit more vulnerable. I told her all about Quidditch and she told me crazy stories of the Quibbler. She hadn't cried much. At one moment I could've sworn I saw a tear streak past her cheek, and that tore at my gut, but after a while, she'd said nothing and we walked in comfortable silence. We got to her house and she thanked me for all I'd done. "Would you like some tea?" I didn't want to leave her yet, even though I hadn't gone home all day and nightfall had breached the horizon. So I replied "Sure."
I walked inside her house, it was clean and cozy. Frames of moving landscapes and abstract art hung on the walls. Along with some drawings and Quibbler articles in the making. She gestured for me to sit on the small chair in front of the counter, and I did so. She put aside a stack of notes she'd been writing and once she served the tea, she sat beside me and said. "So Diagon Alley has been reopening shops."
"Oh that's nice. I haven't been there yet. How's Tom?" I asked, reluctant and slightly hoping the conversation wouldn't linger on WWW.
"He's doing fine. I go there a lot now. Whenever it gets too quiet The Leaky Cauldron seems like one of the best places to be. I don't talk to many there but it's nice to overhear the laughter and people speaking. Takes my mind off things." She replied.
I chuckled sadly, the irony of things. Laughter somehow still exists in the world as well. I wondered how it would feel to laugh again. And if I'd ever be able to. Luna noticed my silence and took my hand. "You aren't alone, George. Not really. Would you like to meet me at the Leaky Cauldron on Tuesday?"
"That'd be great." I said, partly paranoid of walking down the streets of Diagon Alley again. But nonetheless, it'd be nice to see how everyone else is doing post-war. Relief had washed over me at Luna's words. Being around her today… It was a nice feeling, to talk to someone after all this time, that wouldn't wince slightly when they saw me. She didn't pity me, only empathized. She didn't have that sad look in her eyes that screamed out "Where's Fred? You look so much like him."
As I finished my tea and said goodbye I stood just outside the door, Luna came up to me and said "Thank you for today." And kissed me on the cheek. The kiss seemed to stay with me until I reached the Burrow.
