Daisies In Her Hair

Part Six - Belief

Mummy always used to say that love was sacred. I know she loved me lots. But Mummy and Daddy had a special love, it really hurt Daddy when Mummy died.

I had wondered when I was holding back my own tears, letting them soak into the colourful pillow case, if it was worth it? I remember hearing the desperate sobs of my Daddy at night, and they made my heart ache, breaking the silence of the night and my sleep.

He was alone, but at least we had each other. And the Quibbler.

Love often seemed to painful. Even liking someone led to heartbreak. And... My House mates didn't understand. I can see their smiles, turning to looks of anger, confusion. They didn't understand me. Even Daddy... He sometimes didn't get me. He could only take me so far. Only half way up the roller coaster.

So I was alone. And for a while I rather liked it. I didn't need anyone, I didn't want to rely on someone.

Love was still precious, but I had Daddy...

Harry Potter didn't have much love, which puzzled me. He wasn't mean, he didn't call me names or steal my things. His Mummy had loved him, I'm sure. She wasn't here now, just like my Mummy.

Were they watching us? I wanted Mummy to be proud, I don't know what of really, I wasn't smart like she was, I just wanted her to be proud of me. Harry needed that too.

He needed love, I know he wanted it, even if he fought against the people who were trying so hard to love him. His friends are being pushed away, Hermione tries to hard and Ronald doesn't see how he can get him to feel. I'm sure he will regret this.

Sirius Black, (Stubby Broadman to those who don't know him), died. I didn't know him, but Harry loved him. He was one of the few people Harry had loved, and I knew how much it hurt when someone you love is torn out of your life.

When he died, Harry no longer seemed to want love.

I knew this wasn't right.

Mummy had died, I had needed Daddy. Harry needed someone to love and care for him.

I wasn't sure if I could help, but I wanted to. It was a different feeling, but I liked it.

Walking up Harry, I placed a hand on his shoulder. We were in a bustling hall, full of students. But he was Harry Potter, so they noticed, they watched me touch him.

I'm sure they thought me cracked, but I didn't care.

His friends were peering at me, Hermione was worried as she always seems to be and Ronald... Seemed sad. I looked into his grieving eyes, Ronald looked away a blush staining his freckled cheeks.

With a solemn face I whispered, so no one could hear. This wasn't for them, but for Harry, they didn't need to know this, this was private, it was special. "I understand."

I wasn't sure if he understood, as I carefully watched the emotions flash deep in his green eyes. They weren't like a pickled toad, I thought, they were much more alive.

"Thanks Luna." He removed my hand from his shoulder, and to my surprise he still held on to it as he continued strolling down the passage way. Regarding him, I knew at once, for I had watched him many time before, that he was much less stiffer. He was relaxing.

Hermione was still sending me sharp, searching glances and Ronald couldn't stop looking at me, even though he keep banging into people. I wondered if I should ask...

I decided not to.

Sneaking a look at Harry I was pleased when he caught my eyes, and squeezed my hand.

Maybe he did get it.

AN: So the next installment is up! I hoped you enjoyed it. They are getting some quality time together... If they start to get their act together! But what about Ron...? Thanks to those who reviewed!

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