Chapter 13

Rated M for a lot of shit that was mentioned in previous chapters

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A/N: So this is the last chapter. It's been like a year I and finally finished. I'm a little sad, but I feel like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I want to thank you all again for being the best readers anyone could ever have. You all make me feel special so thank you. I wanted to say a special thanks to you for saving this story. I really want to hear what you think about this last chapter. I love you. Enjoy!

Looking back at it now it was something that I will regret for my whole life. How I let her slip through my fingers, and she'll never come back.

I don't regret it, though. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. I still wonder what it would've been like, if I had manned up and been brave like she was. I was ashamed to call myself a Gryffindor; she was the brave one not me.

After I left, I went back to Godric's Hollow, to my parents' old house. It was messy and old and filthy, but there was nowhere else for me to go.

Once again, I felt so helpless, so alone and empty. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life, if I even wanted to have one anymore. Though, I never went back to the knife. For some reason I just couldn't.

I didn't make an effort to keep in contact with anyone. Ron and Hermione tried to reach out to me at first, but nothing really worked. I'd wasted my one chance to be happy. I'd accepted that and somehow that made me feel almost content. I had the memories, and that was more than I deserved so I took it.

Two years had passed since that day in the cemetery where I tried to kill myself, and I found myself in the same spot. Soft snow groaned under my feet as I rocked on my heals by my parents' grave.

"So I made it," I said aloud. "Two years."

I let out a shaky breath as I tried to block back the tears that were teetering on the edge of my eyes.

"Once you told me that you were proud of me, that I had been brave. Is that still true? After all I've done? Would you still be proud to call me your son? If you could only see what's left of me. I don't even know who I am anymore." There was no point in blocking the tears at this point. "I'm not the Boy Who Lived anymore. I'm not the Chosen One. I'm not the Triwizard Champion. I'm not the savior of the Wizarding World. Am I even Harry Potter? Or did I lose him a long time ago?"

"You might've lost him, but I found him," a voice said behind me.

"Luna?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes?" she replied, smiling ever so slightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I thought this where you might be. It being two years and all."

"You remembered that?"

"I could never forget."

We stood there, the snow falling softly around us, for a while. Both us of too scared to bring it up. Each hoping for the best but fearing the worst more than anything else in the world.

"I missed you," Luna stated. My heart picked up pace. I looked up into her eyes and saw that they were sincere. My heart beat even faster.

"I missed you, too," I told her. I wanted nothing more than too run over to her and kiss her, but I just stood there looking into her eyes.

"I regret telling you to leave, every day," she confessed.

"No it wasn't your fault. I wasn't helping you. You deserved someone better, than me, you still deserve someone better," I assured her. I wasn't going to let myself bring her down. I'd had my chance and ruined it.

"But I don't want better," she said. "I want you."

"Me?" I was shell-shocked.

"You."

"Me? Are you, are you sure?" I stammered. "No, you couldn't. You're just-"

I wasn't able to finish as her soft lips silenced mine. Without hesitation I kissed back. Pulling her forward, I clutched onto her jacket with tight fists. My heart was racing. My skin on fire wherever she touched it. I finally felt alive.

Her hands circled around my neck, bringing up gooseflesh not out of cold or discomfort but excitement. I couldn't think anymore. All that there was was us, together, right there and then. Never had a graveyard been filled with so much life.

I lifted her up into the air and spun her around, both of us giggling all the while. Our foreheads met as I put her down. Playfully, I kissed the tip of her nose. Both of us were beaming ear to ear.

"I love you, and I swear there is nothing that will tear us apart ever again. When you were gone I felt so empty. I don't want to let you go ever again," I promised.

"I never thought I needed anyone. I always thought I was strong enough on my own, but I don't think I could even live an hour without you anymore, I missed you so much and I love you. I love you so much."

Our lips crashed together again in a bruising kiss, both of us only parting occasionally to gasp for breath. Eventually I began to trail kisses down her cheek and across her jaw and finally on her neck. She'd gasp and rest her head on mine. Her silvery hair gliding across my face and neck.

"I love you, I love you so much," I said punctuating each statement with another kiss.

"Harry," she whispered, I don't know how long we stood there kissing each other, time just seemed to stand still, but eventually we found ourselves clutching the other so close that we could barely breathe. Luna pressed her face into my chest, and I breathed in the scent of her hair.

"I'm not going to leave you," I promised. "Never again."

THE END