Luna Lovegood was nine years old. It was barely a week after her mother died. She still didn't believe it.
"She's not gone! She's not!" shouted Luna, her voice lacking it's usual dreaminess.
"Luna, your mother is dead. I wish it wasn't so, but she is, and we have to deal with that." explained Xenophilius.
She ran outside without another word. She ran, the sobs shaking her body, making the run up the hill behind their house much harder. She sobbed, and stumbled, falling down. She saw the explosion from her own eyes, saw the body. She just… couldn't be. Luna sobbed harder when she remembered her mother's curiosity about life. Her proverbs and sayings, always insightful. She then thought about something her mother said, when her grandmother died.
"Just think about the things that made them so good, and let them go. Like cutting the string of a balloon."
She thought again of her sayings, her wisdom. They floated away, forever remembered, but no longer weighing down on her chest and shoulders. She thought about her mother's smile, and her tickling. Her mum would tickle you so hard, it would hurt- in a good way, a tired way, like having so much fun it's painful. She was always a good tickler, thought Luna.
Something clicked in her mind. She remembered another thing her mother said.
"Things we lose always come back to us in the end. Even if not in the way we expect."
She then thought of another. Not from her mother, although maybe from someone else, she couldn't remember where.
"Those who love us are never truly gone."
And then it registered. She smiled, and laughed, and she kept on crying. But not tears born of anguish, no. Tears of joy. She felt like a balloon, happily floating away. She had not a care in the world at that moment, just laughing, crying, feeling as happy as a balloon floating away to the skies. She opened her eyes. Her eyes had been closed, because Luna found, imaginings took on a better quality when your eyes are closed. Her wide protuberant eyes widened, making it seem as though her eyebrows had merged into her dirty blonde hair.
She was five feet above the ground! Levitating! She laughed excitedly! As the feeling wore off, and she started whizzing back towards the ground, she had an observation.
Floating was nice. And after all, she was right.
Her mother was never gone at all.
A/N: I may change her middle name, if anyone has any requests for her middle name, tell me in your reviews! Although, I like Luna Maria Lovegood. It rolls of the tongue, has a nice ring to it. But that's my opinion.
