Title:
The taste of hope
Pairings: Luna/Remus
Rating: PG
Author's Note:
I was raised in a dictatorship, and grew to see how our former consequent youth had turn into selfish yuppies during democracy. The snakes and the lambs now cohabited peacefully.
Talked about the dead one is old fashioned because we need to move on. At least is what they say.
Answer to 30minutefics challenge.
You taste of poetry, my only hope in this land of captive leaves.
Remus Lupin put away the photograph. It had been folded so many times, in and out of his wallet. Luna's word write for him the night before the battle. Her dreamy eyes so alive.
All has been shattered in tiny pieces.
Like autumn dust.
"...But you tasted of poetry and hope".
She had gave her life as so many others. A promise of a new world to came. They had defeat Voldemort, true. What for?
He felt guilty for wanting those times to come. There were fellows with a cause.
Now, well, the death ones were just humus: Minerva, Neville, Hermione, so many of them.
The memorial service has finish. He turned his attention to Potter's figure, and clap politely. He still find strange to see him like that.
His perfectly comb hair, his formal robes, the manners of a winner man.
When did he left his impulsiveness for those correct manners?. He listen to everybody as if he really cares, and laugh to the boring chatter of some old pureblooded woman... The golden boy.
To his right was Malfoy with the Weasley's, the most select of our youth. Every now and then the Dailys Prophet would make an article praising what they call "the dragon generation". The former youth that not only had battle bravely but saved wizard economy by converting all the system into a neo capitalist one. Now liberty means money, and justice is a taxes thing.
In a corner, Albus walks slowly helped by Severus. Who would had think of it? The three of them, discard by the ones they taught.
Our world had dyed with Voldemort too. Comment Severus dryly. Albus only pat his hand.
"Oh, Luna, my Luna" he sighed "Where is the taste of poetry and hope?"