Daisies in her Hair

Part Ten - Falling

"Luna?"

"Yes Harry?"

"I've got something for you. I, um, well it's rather giving something back to you. New."

"That's nice Harry. Thanks. Daisies are quite potent you know, if you have the knowledge to use them."

"Yes, I realize. That's why I have to give this back to you. I..."

"Oh - "

"I'm very sorry Luna. I just, I just can't. You can understand can't you? I don't mean to hurt, I didn't... I really didn't, it just happened. I'm really sorry. We can't be the same Luna."

"These are pretty. You picked some lovely flowers Harry. Did you get them by the lake? Like the first time? It was sunny day that day. Not a winter day, but a spring one. I think the breeze was stronger that day but."

"The very same place. Yeah, Luna I did. Daisies are in flower, but it took me a while to find where they were, tucked away, nestled away."

"I'm glad you found them. They have a dusty aroma that I find quite pleasant."

"I like them too Luna."

"So does Ron, I think, but for some reason he doesn't like basil!"

"Basil? The herb you mean?"

"It was part of my bridal gown, in my dream at least, that I had. I believe I was getting married."

"Oh, er, well... Yes, well, dreams can be very er, nice."

"Oh yes they can be Harry. Ron does have strange dreams but."

"Ron doesn't remember, he told me that."

"Yes! That's what makes him so strange! Dreams are very important. I was dreaming once of flying around the moon, over and over again. Then Daddy featured an article about the Mister Hal Fonzel, the famous man who flew on the back on a horse to the moon."

"Er, I don't have dreams like that any more, Luna."

"What do you dream about Harry?"

"Nothing. Dark things. Nothing in particular. Usually death. Usually I dream about..."

"Voldemort Harry?"

"I dream about him, everything about him, it's very... Everything, I don't want to remember. Sometimes I don't, I do other times. I don't... To think."

"You must Harry."

"Yes... No! Why Luna? Why not? You don't know what I am going through... You can't even begin to know anything about - "

"I don't intend to understand. It isn't for me. I... It's for you, Harry."

"Ah, how wonderful."

"Well, I don't think so, but it's your choice to think so Harry."

"I... Was not telling you how things were, how things are."

"Really? Then, Harry, tell me. Why don't you? Tell me you are doing this for a reason... Why? Is... Why?"

"Because you and I are not ready for this! Isn't for you to decide."

"I'm too young? Too stupid? Too loony? I'm crackers, aren't I Harry? Off my mind..."

"No..."

"Yes, yes I am."

"Luna... I hope you like the flowers, the daisies I gave you. They are something, uh, what I mean is, that they are something to us."

"I think, I will, yes I will, put them in my hair. They'll look pretty there, won't they Harry?"

"It'll look very pretty."

"Thank you."

"Luna?"

"Yes, Harry?"

"Can I tell you something, I've never told someone before today, anyone before. I've never felt is like this... Even with Ron and Hermione... They don't feel... I suppose it must be you."

"Yes."

The End

AN: yes, the end. Now, don't kill me, I thought this would be a realistic end to DihH. There will probably be a sequel, but not when I have such a jam packed schedule as I do now. Thank you to all the wonderful people who reviewed, and those who have read DihH.