The 12 Days of Christmas
Summary: Did you know…there is plenty of things people don't know. Like Luna's love for Harry. A story of wonder, facts, and fluff!
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Chapter One: A Partridge in a Pear Tree
The twelve days of Christmas are actually the twelve days after Christmas. Not many people know that.
Not many people know a lot of things.
Like the fact that Sirius Black is actually singer Stubby Boardman. Or that he meant a lot to Harry Potter.
Or that Harry Potter means a lot to me.
Harry Potter is "the boy who lived." Well, what's so special about living? Not many people know that either.
Living really is pointless, because that's all it is – living. If you search for the unknown, teach the untaught, love…then there is a point to living.
Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived. The one who protected the world and our school from You-Know-Who.
The one who outlived his parents and yet has them still in his ruffled black hair and gorgeous green eyes.
The one who dedicates his time to quidditch but never loses sight of what's truly important.
The one who sticks next to his friends through thick and thin. Who ends up so many times in the hospital wing because of quidditch and saving the world that it's a wonder he's not scarred for life.
The one who is scarred for life – in more ways than one.
The one who just got Ron and Hermione together, an impossible feat of true love.
True love is a funny thing. Like in the song, the Twelve Days of Christmas.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me…a partridge in a pear tree.
Why would anyone get his/her true love a partridge in a pear tree? I mean, come on, at least get them a nargle…
Speaking of nargles, Harry's the only one who ever looks at me like I'm normal and accepted.
I know they call me Loony behind my back. In second year, it got to me so bad that I…I broke down that year.
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Flashback
"Hey Loony! Why don't you start sticking your wand in your ears too?"
Everywhere, they were snickering at me. I had tried to make friends with a group of pretty girls and now they sneered at me. What's so bad about sticking my wand behind my ears? I won't forget it then.
"Yeah! And take a hike to search for your stupid snorkel horn things!" Someone pushed me down, and the fall to the floor hurt a lot. My bag made of fairy wing silk ripped and everything in it spilled out.
People trampled over everything as they left. My books were tattered, ink broken and spilled, papers everywhere. I had worked so hard on my homework last night – and now…
I just sobbed…there was nothing else to do. Everyone hated me, though I tried to fit in.
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I don't remember how long I sat and sobbed – must have been forever. Someone came by and helped me. They picked up my bag, cleaned up the ink, fixed my books…and gave me their hand. That person was the only thing keeping me at Hogwarts that night and the rest of the year. Somebody out there cared for Loony Luna, whether or not I stuck my wand behind my ear.
Yet I can't even remember who it was.
See, I couldn't see as my eyes were so teared up. I wasn't even aware at the time of where we were going.
But when I woke up in the hospital wing the next morning – I felt so much better.
Maybe it was the magic cocoa Madam Pomfrey gives. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't have to go to classes. Maybe it was the comfy white hospital bed and fluffy pillows.
Maybe it was the fact that somebody finally was on my side.
Which is why I like Harry. He reminds me of the person so long ago. I know I freaked him out a bit, and his friends too, but I've realized that if someone can't get used to my eccentricity then they aren't worth my time.
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Since it's the first day of Christmas, a.k.a. Boxing Day, I've decided to spend my day indoors doing who knows what. It's really amazing, but I have all of Ravenclaw to myself; everyone went home. I love my father, but he's always really busy around Christmas time with the Quibbler. Plus, I love walking around Hogwarts in the winter. The solitude and independence are perfect.
Actually, I think I'll give my meandering a point: the library. Where better to read up on crumple-horned snorkacks. Because no matter what anyone says – they do exist.
I turn the marble corner, and I realize I'm much closer to the library than I thought I would be. The mind is really something. One minute, I notice every little detail of a scene; the next, I delve into thinking and am hardly aware of the world.
Sounds a bit like love to me.
Just like sometimes, when I'm around Harry, I notice every perfect little thing: the exact shade of his eyes, the pattern of the flooring, the shirt he's wearing, what books he's carrying…I know it sounds creepy, but honestly tell me you don't think of that stuff.
And then other times when I'm with him I can't recall a single thing other than the flippy feeling of my stomach and the warm buzzing in my ears.
Either way, both keep me happy before bed when I relive the day in my mind.
Oh. I'm in the library.
And he's already here…what do I do? Run away? Or walk right up to him? Neither, as I am Luna Lovegood, and I don't treat love like others do.
I walk right by his aisle, pause, and then keep walking toward the magical creature section. And he follows me.
I plop myself on the carpet and pull out a book. Meanwhile, I sense that Harry is close by and I look up.
"Hey Luna."
Oh. Sweet. Merlin.
"Hi Harry! How are you?" I could hardly keep from squeaking.
"Not bad at all. You?"
"Oh, I'm great." Especially when you're talking to me.
"What are you looking for? Can I join you?" He shifts his weight a little, his eyes locking with mine.
And I get a shiver up my spine.
"Sure. I'm looking for info about crumple-horned snorkacks." I can hardly keep my voice steady.
He amble over and sits down right next to me, brushing my shoulder. Sparks jump from him to me and back to him, and my breathing speeds up.
So does his.
Why is he nervous? Is he afraid to talk to Loony Lovegood? Do I remind him of Sirius because we had that conversation?
"So Luna, it's been a long time."
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The common room fire crackles in front of me. Each flame licks the log and then dances higher and higher. Heat washes over me…and then it's gone. And I feel cold, and alone; my only contact with someone today was small talk with Harry in the library.
Small talk, that's it. He, after all, still has friends in Gryffindor tower and quidditch to entertain him. I have searching for that which no one believes.
No one in Ravenclaw stayed but me.
It's going to be a long holiday.
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Author's notes: Well, that was a long one. But it felt good to write. As you may have guessed (or not, don't feel bad if you didn't) each chapter of this fic will cover one of the twelve days of Christmas.
Umm, I hope you like it! I know that a lot of people believe in the sacred bond of Harry and Ginny, but I just think there are more clues for Luna. Like, he feels comfortable talking to her about Sirius when he can't say it to anybody else.
But you don't have to believe in the shippy. You can just enjoy the fluff.
And review? Pretty, pretty please?
Or check out my other story, Bring Them Together, a Ron/Hermione thing through Harry's eyes. Go here: