June
Harry sits quietly in his last class. It's the day before exams start, and as McGonagall drones on, he tries to think….
Something is missing in his mind, some missing link, and it just bothers him that he feels like he's crazy and not all there.
Sometimes, he just feels so stretched out, like a hair tie that's been used so much the elasticity has just…gone….
And yet, it's a nice feeling, this not frustrated tension that eats at him and eats at him and eats at him until finally he just SNAPS back to REALITY faster than anything.
Then again, Luna loves him enough to try to save him. He supposes that this should be enough, oui?
Non, non never enough. Never ever, ever never.
Luna is aware and she knows, (oh does she know) how hard Harry watches her.
But does he know?
Si? No?
Maybe, darling, maybe….
She just shakes her head and pretends the void inside doesn't exist and she carries on loving him and helping him but she just feels coiled up so fucking tight, and she wishes she could snap, but she can't, she just can't.
Luna has to save Harry. It's in the runes. Those runes in the Quibbler.
Thank you, Daddy, I'm still your Little Loony Luna.
How do you save someone who doesn't want to be saved, she wonders.
