I'd like to thank my dad and JKR for making this fic possible.
Disclaimer: I solemnley swear that I'm doing no wrong.
I worte this fic just a few days, and if you don't think it's very well edited, I agree with you.
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It just seems wrong that I should be in a place where I can't do anything useful. I can hear the muggles ridding around in their cars, and sometimes I can hear the sirens of an emergency vehicle rushing across town where other people could be in danger; but I can't do anything myself. Even if I could save the lives of other people by going outside, I would still be kept here under lock and key, where my only consolation is I'm in here because Lord Voldemort is dead and because I can't really fight like I used to anymore.
Sure, it's worth having Voldemort dead even if it means living in a two room flat for a couple of years because death eaters are trying to kill you, but after having my friends support me so strongly and after having someone actually sacrifice his life for me, I feel lonely, and I miss my friends a lot. And Tonk's personality can get a little annoying...
But I guess the person I miss most is Luna. I spend more time thinking of her than thinking of my best friends.
Luna and I -- we became good friends over the summer after my fifth year. She supported the DA, and when she could she helped me with spell practice and the like. And she can be one of the funnest people to be around, and even after I had detention with Snape, Luna would always be able to cheer me up.
When we went to Hogsmede in October, we bought a bunch of pranks at Zonkos and played them on every fifth-year Slytherin at Hogwarts. We ended up with a detention, but that didn't stop us from going to parties in the Room of Requirement and going flying after-hours when we were actually free from homework.
The last year I went to Hogwarts, I saw some old friends from Beaxbatons and Durmstrang, and Grawp trampled over Hargrid's newest pet, Xerxes the Pegasus (though he survived and is still scaring the third years taking Care of Magical Creatures). But I guess what I remember most is my friend's reactions when they heard the prophecy. Ron didn't speak for an hour; Hermione asked why I hadn't told them sooner. When I couldn't think of a good reason, she got emotional and left, and it was a couple days before she started talking to me again.
Luna's reaction to it was strangely mature. She didn't get angry at me or gape at me for an hour. She approached me, hugged me, and said she would make sure I would always be able to fight Voldemort, no matter what. After that, she was always right there, next to me, ready to help with whatever came my way, and as time went by, we got a lot closer as friends.
Ron and Hermione noticed how much time Luna and I were spending together and mentioned it one night after we came back from a DA meeting. They said that I shouldn't get too close to too many people because I could die at any time, and when I told them that she knew and that she could decide for herself, Hermione got angry again and left, Ron following right behind her. It took another day-and-a-half for us to make up, and I made sure they didn't see me around Luna too much after that.
One day, I was just looking for a book in the library, and Luna came up to me. Tears were in her eyes. She put her head on my shoulder and told me that her dad was dead, sobbing through half of it. I never met him.
For the next few days, we were always together because she refused to let me out of her sight for very long. She wanted to make sure that she spent as much time with me as she could because of the prophecy. The day after she decided to be alone for a while, Dumbledore met me in a hallway and told me we had to attack Voldemort soon because he was vulnerable, and also that, when I was ready to go, I should come to his office. So, I thought about writing a will, but then I realised that if I was killed by Voldemort everything would fall under his control. That's when I decided to say goodbye to everyone.
Ron and Hermione knew that I was going already, and I only said goodbye to them right before I left. But it was a lot harder to say goodbye to Luna. I found her outside in the same place I had been in my fifth year after Sirius had died. She didn't notice me when I walked up to her. I sat down beside her and she finally looked at me. Her eyes weren't too teary, but she looked very depressed.
"You found me..." is all she said.
I tried to tell her for an hour, but the words wouldn't come out. Just when I mustered enough courage to tell her, she broke the silence and started talking about the different things she used to do with her dad. Hearing her talk about what she did with her parents, a luxury I never had -- I really can't describe what I felt, but I can say I knew I couldn't let her go through another loss.
So after she finished, I stood up and said, "Goodbye, Luna." I knew I was coming back. She didn't look at me as I walked away, but I'm almost sure she knew where I was going.
Yes, after going all the way to Dumbledore's office, I did travel to the Riddle House, and I did defeat Voldemort at the cost of Dumbledore's life (the funeral was a sad one). But I didn't go back to Hogwarts or my friends. I'm sure Ron or Hermione's told Luna that I'm alive by now, but since I have to be here for the next few years, I feel like I was lying to her.
Yeah I would love to get out of here for a few days, but I guess all I really want is to say thanks to my best friends, the Order, and especially to Luna.