"Do you ever notice that almost nothing exciting happens in our lives?"
"What?"
Draco sighed, Luna looked confused.
"Our parents lives, at least from what I can tell, were plenty interesting. They had actual stuff happening around them we have..."
"Nargles?"
"Yeah," Draco said, smiling just the slightest. "Nargles."
It was a hot, July day, which was odd for this part of the country, Draco and Luna were sitting on her porch, watching a few birds pick at the slowly drying ground.
"I feel bad for them." Luna said, "They must be hungry."
Draco nodded, pretending to be empathetic, they're only birds.
"I'll be right back."
Luna dashed into the house, only to return a moment later with a dry piece of bread. She crumbled off a bit and threw it to the hungry sparrows, Draco sighed again but didn't say anything.
He knew that if he pointed out that bread wasn't the best for birds, Luna wouldn't care.
Draco rubbed the back of his hand against his sweaty forehead, Luna continued her charity project.
Luna had guilt tripped him into leaving his book in the kitchen, and by guilt tripped, it meant she had taken it from his hands and put it on the table. She'd finally caught on after a full year.
"And that's why X is a better letter than Q." Luna said, catching Draco completely off guard. He responded with a simple, "Yeah," and the afternoon continued.
Exactly one week later it was raining.
Luna, who loved outside no matter what weather, was just as excited about the day as she had been for the past month.
"We should be able to find the Blotchy Toads today!" she exclaimed before even saying hello. Draco just nodded.
"And, if I finish my book, daddy will take me on his next expedition!" Luna said, and took a bite of her sandwich. Draco smiled, and took a bite of his. And almost instantly regretted it, the brown stuff was not peanut butter.
"Do you think that it'll be fun?" Luna asked, seeming to not have noticed her friends awful look.
"Luna, whatever you do, or wherever you go, it'll be fun." Draco reassured her, taking a sip of his tea.
Lets just say it wasn't earl grey.
"And then-"
Boom!
"Mum?" Luna said, standing up from her spot at the table, Draco turned around in his own chair.
A green tendril of smoke was coming from the door to the house. At her mother's lack of response Luna dashed past Draco and entered the doorway.
"Mum?" Luna repeated amid a series of coughs, "Mum!"
"I'm, cough I'm fine."
Her mother came into the same room as her daughter. She waved the closest puff of smoke away from her face. Draco stood in the doorway, doing the same.
"We're fine."
That wasn't the last (or first) time one of Mrs. Lovegood's potions had blown up in her face, and Luna quickly recovered after seeing her mother was fine.
Draco was a bit more cautious. He'd heard, and read, of horrible things happening with potions gone wrong, and tried to subtly tell Luna's mother about it.
Every time she'd smile and wave his advice out of her mind. After all, she'd never gotten seriously hurt before. She'd be fine.
Right?
Draco is there something wrong? You haven't responded in like two minutes.
Draco?
I'm sorry Tom, I just got a letter from Luna.
Of course. What does your little friend have to tell you?
Oh no.
Oh no? What is it?
Mrs. Lovegood. She's... dead.
Good riddance.
Tom! That's not funny.
Oh? It's not? My apologies.
The funeral is in two weeks. Luna. Luna cried on this.
Well, I'd say send my condolences but... as my current situation is...
I- I think I'm going to tell my mother.
Alright.
And then I'm going to bed.
I'll write to you tomorrow then.
Yes. I will.
There was black.
So much black.
There wasn't very many people there. Just the Weasleys, who lived over the hill, the Diggorys, and one or two of the Lovegoods school friends.
For the first time Luna didn't talk with Draco.
They just watched as someone talked about Mrs. Lovegood, and they all gathered around the casket for the burial.
And then the two kids sat in silence.
Draco tried once or twice to cheer Luna up, but to nothing but silence.
About an hour after the service ended Lucius came to retrieve his son.
Luna uttered the first words Draco had heard her say after the death.
"Goodbye. Thanks for everything."
Draco knew it wasn't just for him. And he simply nodded.
"Love you." he whispered back.
But he didn't know if he meant it.
I am sooooooooooo, sorry for such a long pause. I've had a few things happen. I got a job (yay!), this crazy virus has swept the globe (not so yay), I'm homeschooled so I still have that.
I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm going to try for a more regular schedule, I've got plans for Hogwarts that I'm excited to put into motion.
Once again thanks for R/F or F. You guys make my day!
I hope to see you again soon! -Brilliant Light.
