February

"Luna, hey," Harry called, grinning at her.

"Harry?" She inquired, twisting her hair up and securing it with a quill.

"For you, mademoiselle," He said gallantly, handing her a red carnation.

"I thought they were selling roses?" Luna smirked, taking the flower.

"I was naughty and conjured up a flower instead," Harry replies, smirking back.

"I believe you," Luna said gravely.

"Thank you," Harry replied.

It isn't fair that they pick on her, that's his opinion. Luna's worth ten of every person, with her trust in what's good and what's right. She knows things other people don't and she's open to everything. Unlike his friends.

Potters are like Lovegoods in some way, they can handle hurts and pain and tears better than most.

And he comes to realize, life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death.