Sorry about how frickin short this is, but I've been so buisy, I've barely had time to sleep, in all honesty. I hope you like this chapter, it's romance for the most part, but the next will be action, I'm sure of it! Thanks for the reviews guys, and more Tyler bashing will come. I don't own Hp, if I did, I wouldn't have to stay up half the night trying to figure out where this story should go next, I could just spend the day thinking about it and not school. Hugs for all!

In the last few weeks before Luna had to return to Hogwarts she and Angel had become rather close. When I mean close, I mean………

"Hey Luna……." Angel trailed off.

"What?" Luna asked, putting some more fluorescent orange nail polish onto her toenails.

"Well, IthinkI'minlovewithyou." Angel said in a rush, he had never felt the way about a girl like he did Luna. He always felt normal and…..whole around the girl. He also felt insecure at the moment, what if she rejected him?

"Huh?"

Angel gulped audibly, "I said, I think I'm in love with you."

"Oh…….Really?" Luna asked, putting her nail polish cap back on.

Angel nodded.

"Good," Luna said, and then pulled him into a deep kiss.

As the twosome sat on the roof of their home, looking at the stars, the night before Luna had to return to Hogwarts, or Purgatory as she called it, Angel asked her a simple question.

"Luna, what do you want most in the world?"

"To touch the night sky, to be free, I guess, like you are." Luna stated simply, leaning back into Angel's arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, and she breathed in his scent, "I love you Luna Lovegood. Just always know that, okay?"

"Yes, I love you too, my guardian angel." Luna sighed, looking up at the stars again.

"I want your wish to come true." Angel said after a second. "Do you really want the burden?"

"I'd do anything to see the world the way you see it."

"Okay, when's your birthday again?" Angel asked.

"January 4th, why?" Luna asked, sitting up abruptly. "Wait do………Do you think I could fly?"

"Yes, it's risky though, and rather painful. Are you sure about your decision?" Angel asked her, "It's permanent, and may put you in even more danger. It's also the strongest bond that can be forged."

"What do you mean; the bond part?"

"I mean, it's a tattoo of a sort, like mine, but it's made out of special 'ink'. That ink bonds us together; we can communicate with out minds and such. I've been meaning to tell you, I believe you're my soul mate, and that has to be true for this to work." Angel paused before saying, "Do you feel that? I mean, like a bond, a special warmth in your core. It's ok if you don't, I mean……Merlin, this is tough to explain."

"Yes, Angel, I know what you mean. I feel that too, like you are finally complete. You feel like a part of you was missing and suddenly re-appeared. You are my soul mate, I love you, and I always will." Luna said, standing up and looking into Angel's eyes.

"Let's go to my room then, are you sure about this?"

"Yes Angel, I trust you."

Angel smiled, took Luna's hand, and led her to his room. "The first thing is, we both have to come clean with any major secrets that we have. We have to be completely honest. This is going to be especially hard for me; I hope you still feel the same for me when I tell you the truth." Angel rubbed his eyes as he sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I'll always feel the same about you, you know that." Luna said, "I'll go first."

"Ok," Angel said, letting Luna take the floor.

"Well, I never thought I'd actually find anyone who liked me for one, also, when I was four, I went into my mom's lab, she was a potions master, and hid. I saw her get herself blown up, even though I ran from the room and pretended I didn't see a thing. I didn't want my father to hate me for not stopping my mother. I guess it's kind of stupid really…..But I still worry about it to this day. I guess witnessing the accident might have made me the person I am today. I really don't have much else to hide."

"That's tough, I'm really sorry about your mom. I don't think your father would love you any less or blame you in any way for your mother's death though, you were four years old. You didn't know anything about potions; you could barely sign your name at that age. It's not your fault, just remember that." Angel sighed, it was his turn.

"When I was eight years old I ran away from home. I was 'adopted' and trained by a man and woman who I think of as parents. I believe everyone thinks I'm dead, except for a select few. I remember seeing you at Hogwarts last year as well. I have to kill Voldemort to fulfill a prophecy, and my brother is believed to be the one to do that still by Dumbledore and his parents. My name is Raiden, and also Harry James Potter, brother of the boy-who-supposedly-lived. Sirius isn't my father or uncle, he's my godfather. My parents are Lily and James, and I can never forgive them for torturing me through my younger years, even though I have been trying. They abused me in more ways than I have ever told anyone, and I don't ant to put something so heavy on your conscience. Last but not close to least, I love Miss Luna Lovegood and hope to marry her someday after I fulfill my purpose in life, to kill Voldemort." Angel winced, waiting for her to yell, or move away or even hit him, but she didn't. She turned and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly.

"I told you, no matter what I'll always love you," Luna whispered. Angel smiled, and Luna got up. "What next?"

Angel smiled, and summoned some objects wandlessly. There was an emerald green stone bowl, a small silver box, and a small knife. "Hold this bowl still," he ordered.

Luna nodded and grabbed the bowl, which was sitting on a small table next to the bed. Angel then picked up the knife and slashed his right wrist open, right where the veins were. Luna opened her mouth to scream, but one look from Angel silenced her. He held his bleeding wrist over the bowl, letting the blood collect in a crimson pool. After there was a good amount there, he shut his eyes and concentrated on healing his wrist. The cut disappeared, soft pale skin covering the slightly red area. Luna gaped open-mouthed.

"Take your shirt off and lay on the bed, stomach down." He said, grabbing the box and bowl and sitting on the bed. Luna blushed, but quickly complied, removing her shirt and bra. Angel gave her a quick smile of reassurance, as she lay down. He sat to her left side, knees tucked under him in a sort of kneeling position. He opened the box carefully and took out a silver needle. Luna gulped slightly, but didn't flee. She had been told it was going to hurt, but she was going to stick it through to the end.

Angel dipped the needle into the bowl, and began working on the tattoo. Three hours later, he was done. Tears were coursing silently down Luna's face from the pain. Angel waited a moment, ran his hand over her back, and looked on in fascination. Her tattoo had turned into a pair of white wings. They were beautiful. All of the blood had vanished with the wave of his hand, and Luna unsteadily sat up.

"You're so beautiful," Angel said, kissing Luna softly on the head and giving her a hand up and lead her over to a large mirror on his bedroom wall. He bid her to turn around, and when she looked over her shoulder she gasped. She had two beautiful white wings tattooed on her back.

"How did the color change?" She asked weakly, sagging slightly against Angel for support. "You only used your blood, not any ink."

"Your magic picks your color; it was all up to what type of magic, what level of magic, and what kind of person you are. You are so innocent, so pure, so clean. I had a feeling you'd be white." Angel handed Luna one of his t-shirts, and said, "You can stay here tonight, sleep, you need it."

Luna nodded absently, pulled the shirt over her head, kissed Angel briefly, and collapsed in a heap on the bead, sound asleep. Angel chuckled and tucked her under the blankets, placing a kiss on her forehead. He then went and spent the night out on the couch in the living room.

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