So yeah, this isn't exactly about Luna… But it's kind of a Luna/Neville, and I thought it'd fit in here, so I put in there…
Enjoy.
Word count:557
let your smiles shine down on me
Sometimes, when you can't sleep you go to your window and you look to the sky, tracing figures in the stars. You tell yourself, 'here's mom, and just next to her, smiling at me is dad'. It's a bit like they're your guardian angels and you close your eyes and you dream they are with you.
(except they're not, at least not where it matters. Maybe once they were, once, but now they're all vacant smiles and meaningless chatter.
It drives you mad.)
In your dreams, she makes you pancakes, and she always tells you how wonderful you are. You're her little wonder, as she calls you and you can do no wrong. She's all warm embraces and kind words.
(truth is, her hands are cold and her eyes always empty)
Your father teaches you how to be a true man, how to stand up for yourself and for others, how to use a broom and to be a real wizard. He's not always nice and sometimes comes as a bit rough, but his words light a different kind of fire inside of you, and it makes you thrive toward something you cannot touch.
(but he never said a single word to you)
It's only a dream though, and when you wake up you're always alone, and the stars are gone, and the kind smiles you thought you could see disappear like mist in the morning.
It's terrible, because in that world they are everything you want them to be, and you are everything you want to become.
(everything you are not)
It's not real though. You know it, and it hurts because it feels like the only one you're living up to are imaginary people, parents you dreamed up because the ones you have are lacking.
(it's a cruel deception)
Then you leave for Hogwarts, and you realize that maybe you're not the only one living with ghosts, living for people who aren't there.
There's this tiny little blonde girl, who lives with her head in the stars and feet on a ground only she can see, and she's different.
('My name's Luna. Did you know you were infested with Wrackspurts?')
Her mother's dead – yours doesn't know you.
Her father talks too much – yours hasn't talked in twelve years.
But she gets you, somehow, and you get her. It's like you're both lonely broken people with fragile dreams bigger than they are, but together you become more. There's like a bond between the two of you, and you don't even notice you've abandoned the stars until your grandmother tells you it's been a while since she found you at your window.
Somehow she freed you, and your dreams don't seem so unreachable anymore.
(you stand up to others, you fight for your freedom and what is right, you make friends and you become a man – and she's there all along the way)
Maybe you can finally do what you've always wanted in the end, and maybe you don't need your parents for that. Perhaps to become yourself you just needed to be set free.
(high in the sky at night the stars shine, and it looks like they smile down on you.)
'Mom, dad, I really wish I could make you proud of me.'
('we already are', they say)
AN/
This was written for:
-the Wishful Thinking Competition, Round 1 (I wish I could makes them proud of me)
-Anna Cahill.