Luna Rain
By Kirjava Deamon
I hold no claims to JK Rowling's creations and world. I'm simply opening a door on a character that needed light shed upon.
DEDICATED TO CAITLIN!
Read her fic Moonlit Mirrors!
Harry sighed watching as the hail pelted the window of the corridor in place of rain. His silhouette was of a defeated man, boy no longer. The memories of the Departments of Mysteries and his lost dreams of finding home where fresh and sharp in his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes though, her saw a girl with silvery-dreamy eyes and with radish earrings….
He closed his eyes to see the scene that just took place.
"I hate how they always take my things, Harry, I know they do, but Mum always told me not to fret about small things," she said tucking her blonde hair behind a ear that held a ash-wood wand.
"This isn't small things, Luna! It's not right," he replied angrily.
"It won't change, people are people, and they're not like you or me. I just hope to get back that silver quill sharpener, it was a present from Dad," she said smoothly, no hint of anger on her pale face, though her voice was minute and not at the singsong octave that she spoke with—normally. He stepped closer to her.
"You can't let people take control of you, Luna, you just can't," His anger was starting to fade; some Ravenclaw girl had roughly pushed Luna into Harry.
"It's not that easy…I sometimes wonder…maybe you and I are the only people who understand..." Luna's voice went to a whisper. Harry glanced at her wrist, it was purple with bruise from where the girl had grabbed and shoved her.
"You mean the what? That we both understand death; that you came with me to the Department for Sirius?" Harry questioned in voice just a little louder than hers.
"No…you just understand things that others don't for a long, long time or never. Now that I think of it, you understood me no matter what I did," Luna gripped Harry's robe-clad wrists. Her dreamy silver eyes were steady her voice became strong as she spoke, and her face was of someone that had seen more than they should have.
"I don't get it," he murmured, Luna seemed so close to him, his vision blurred a bit at trying to focus on her.
"I mean this," she quickly pressed her lips on his, "thank you, Harry." In a moment she was gone, and he was standing there, watching as the rain froze to hail.