Title: I think I've let go
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Walking into the front doors of the Ministry of Magic was always an overwhelming experience; hundreds upon hundreds of witches and wizards of all shapes, sizes, and ethnicities bustled to and fro. Being away from this world for so long, it was a shock on the senses for Luna to land right smack in the middle of it. Luna started walking with the crowd – not really sure of where she was going—when she started getting rude shoves and pushes for just standing and gawking at the wonder of it all.
She was trying to listen to the voice on the loud speaker and read the signs to find out where she was headed, to no avail, and then she saw…it; Luna gazed up at the fifty-foot statue that sat in the middle of the ministry's main lobby. It was a depiction of the final battle; at the very top was a battered Harry with his wand pointed to the sky and his scar a very prominent emerald green. He was standing on a platform of sorts being held up by different members of the order, but the largest figure amongst the group of statues was Albus Dumbledore.
Luna started in awe at the artwork until she was knocked down by some one walking by.
"Thanks!" she yelled sarcastically to the back of the wizard who had attempted to walk through her. Finally spotting a directory board she walked to it and hit the 'find' button and said "Harry Potter"
"Who, may I ask is inquiring?" a snobbish voice came abruptly from the board
"Uh… Luna Lovegood" Luna was a bit put off by the attitude of the speaking board.
"Uh Luna Lovegood? I don't know any important person by the name of 'Uh Luna Lovegood.' What would the Executive Commander of Defense want with the likes of you?"
"Excuse me?" Luna couldn't believe the nerve of this… this… thing! "It is none of your business why I am looking for anyone; will you just please tell me where his office is?"
"Well if you insist… 25th floor office 1253" there was an abrupt click signaling that the disembodied voice had ended the connection.
Luna was fuming as she made her way to the elevators where a huge group of wizard and witches were waiting for the lift. 'I am going to be here forever!' Luna thought as she turned to see the growing group around her.
Fifteen minutes later, Luna, finally made it to the 25th floor. The elevator opened letting her out into the lobby where a pig-faced receptionist sat filling her nails, looking utterly bored. Luna looked left and right and saw two mahogany double doors; on the left it read 'Minister of Magic 1254' and on the door to the right it said "Executive Commander of Defense" on a gleaming gold plated plaque. 'He's literally the right hand man' Luna thought bitterly. She cleared her throat to get the receptionists attention but to no avail. Beginning to get impatient and a little annoyed at the lack of hospitality at the ministry, Luna spoke up
"Excuse me" Luna said sternly. The receptionist looked up as if suddenly noticing the blond witch standing in front of her desk.
"Can I help you?" she said with a cheesy smile on her face that clearly said 'What is so important that you must disturb my quiet time?'
"I am here to see the Executive Commander of Defense, Harry Potter"
"You are here to see Commander Potter? Are you sure you've not looking for the wrong person? You don't seem at all his type…" The receptionist let the comment hang as she looked Luna up and down.
"Please! Just tell Commander Potter than I am here to see him" Luna growled. She was royally fed up with the treatment that she had been receiving and she was on the verge of cursing someone. Luna watched the pig face woman tap the mirror to her left; speaking in whispered tones to who she assumed was Harry. The woman's face was stunned as she told Luna that Commander Potter will see her. Luna entered the office smirking to herself.
"Luna!" Harry exclaimed when he saw her enter the door. He looked exactly the same as he did the day of his wedding. This startled her a little even though she knew it was quite a silly presumption; she just assumed that the person she heard those horrible things about couldn't be the same Harry she loved, so in her mind she made him different… It was harder to be angry with those emerald green eyes staring at her.
She noticed the black muggle suit that he wore and the green tie that brought out his eyes. He was indeed the picture of masculinity; at one time her insides would have turned to pudding just having him look at her like that… but now all she saw was the liar and cheater that he had become. He hugged her tightly, lifting her off the ground and spinning before placing her back on the ground.
"Where have you been?" He said leading her to the leather couch that adorned the far wall.
"You know here and there" she said eying his massive office that she could tell cost more than her whole apartment building.
"So much had happened since you left, Hermione and-"
"I know I was at the get together at your house on the anniversary of the final battle" she said cutting him off "I caught up with everyone, except you…"
"Well I had some late meetings that night and then had to do a ton of paperwork." Luna knew he was lying because he was busying himself with cleaning invisible lint off his suite to avoid her eyes.
"Well are you too busy now?... because I was thinking about picking up some lunch…" Luna was not the best person at manipulation but she tried.
"I can pull away from work for a quick lunch to catch up with an old friend" He said giving her his million-galleon smile. 'Too bad he can't pull away from work to be with his family" Luna thought to herself as she watched him grab his suit coat and hold the door open.