A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
Word count: 344
Warning: mentions canon character death
Sapphire.
Sapphire was the water dripping from the faucet she hadn't found time to fix, the water pooling in the clear crystal basin below before trickling down the drain.
Sapphire was the night sky full of strange stars, constellations she couldn't remember, so she made up her own names for them.
"There's Marius the octopus, and that one there is the Great Slug," she pointed out. They'd laugh, eating toasted marshmallows. Luna had thought those nights would never end, that forever she'd be sitting on the roof looking up at the Great Slug and Marius. Those nights came crashing down around her, little shards of sapphire glass trickling down her pale cheeks like tears.
Those names stuck to those stars though, never changing even when Luna read the real names, saw the real connections. She crossed out the parts in her book, the parts that weren't true to her.
No, the Great Slug was always out there, a twinkle of silvery white in the sapphire sky. Sometimes, she swore the stars flickered, like little candle flames, like the sparkle that used to shimmer in her mum's eyes.
The Great Slug watched her, watched over her and she could pretend it was her mum,
still looking for something different, another way of seeing, a different set of eyes than the rest of the world seemed to possess.
She was pointing down to the Earth now, pointing out how that group of flowers looked like a sheep, just as the clouds had once looked like that. There was more for her to see now, Luna thought, more little details that connected one thing to another.
That crack in the path outside the garden, the new one, it was the Great Slug's mushroom house, where he lived during the day before climbing up the setting sun into the night sky. Luna traced it with her fingers, smiling as she thought about the Great Slug, made of sapphire sky and sparkling lights, made of love and hope, and the world, her world, for this moment was at peace.