two things
"Just tell me, Luna." Harry said, getting impatient. "You don't have to hold anything back from me."
"Harry," she said, reaching out to gently touch his arm. "Ron and Hermione passed on."
He backed away from her touch as though she had burned him. "No." he whispered. "No, no, no."
"It was an accident," she explained, and went on to tell him all about the fatal and accidental battle which brought his two best friends to their deaths. He couldn't honestly say he was listening. There were so many things they didn't do. They didn't send their first children off to Hogwarts together. They didn't rebuild the Burrow. They didn't have parties and have a chance to be grown-up, or get gray and old and sit on the porch and complain. Now he was facing the rest of his life without them.
"There's something else I haven't told you." she said, and he looked up.
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
He blinked. "Oh. That's." He managed a smile. "That's amazing." He enveloped her in a hug, kissing the top of her head.
"We'll get through this," she said into his shoulder, her words muffled.
He wanted so badly to believe her.
A/N: For the Alphabet Soup and If You Dare challenges, using the prompts withholding and grown-up, respectively.
Wordcount: 199
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