Chapter Eleven
Rated M for self-harm, suicide attempt, non-con
I don't own anything
A/N: I don't know what's gotten into me but I'm really excited about this story again and I have you to thank for it. This story has gotten such an awesome response from you guys and you're all so kind to me I really appreciate it. It seems that I'm always getting emails about a new follower or review and I just want to thank you and apologize in advance because you are going to hate me after the next chapter.
Also I want to alert all of you guys to a really sweet and adorable and sad Johnlock fanfic that I found called A Reichenbach Tale by KLO8. So if you like Sherlock (I don't know how you couldn't) you really should check out this story. Here's the link: s/9433076/1/A-Reichenbach-Tale
"Mr. Potter?" a voice asked bringing me out of my reverie.
"Um…yes," I stammered.
"She's still weak and very shaken up, but it's safe for you to take her home now," the healer informed me.
"Thanks," I muttered and walked into Luna's room. I had scarcely been in there; I just felt too guilty. "Luna?"
"Harry?" she croaked. Her lips were dry and cracked and she was looking even more pale than usual. Her hair had almost taken on a grey tone to it. The fierce, determined blue eyes I'd come to know so well were tinted now with a sorrow I recognized far too well from my own reflection.
"I'm so sorry Luna," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes.
"It's not your fault," she replied.
"It is. I should've protected you better. I should've gotten to you before he…"
"They told you?" Her face flushed, and she turned away from me.
"Luna, Luna look at me," I said. "You shouldn't be ashamed. I'm not going to think any less of you, I promise. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Let's go home."
I laid her gently on her bed back at Luna's house. I hadn't been there in months, and I felt as if I didn't belong there. I felt so, so guilty.
I sat on the chair that she had when she saved me so long ago. I watched her like she watched me. She was broken. The innocent look that I had always associated with her was gone. They might as well have killed her and me, too.
