Disclaimer: There is a world somewhere where Harry Potter is mine, I own it there, but here, in this world, its J.K.'s. damn.
A/N: sorry it took so long to update my loves, and if u read this story, please review, please? And I have a fantastic friend that inspired me to update again. Thanks Blake .Well, here we go, Chapter 2!
If one were to meander their way up to the fourth floor and go into the empty classroom on the right hand side, they would be sure to find a howling mass of shaking red hair. Ginny Weasley sat there, crying, for her boyfriend had just said that he could not be with her now or ever, and nothing she could say would change that.
And so, here she sits, crying. She had long ago told Hermione where she would be if she was needed, yet nobody came. Least of all Harry. Thinking of him brought her to more shaky sobs. She didn't understand why this had happened. They had been doing fine, no, better than fine. Yet, she was the one sitting here feeling every ounce of sadness within her. She could feel herself falling into a black hole. She felt her hand feel her chest, to make sure there wasn't a hole where her heart should be. It certainly felt that way…
Harry sat in the common room, staring blankly at the wall. He had done it, he had truly done it. He had lied to Ginny in order to keep her safe. He broke her heart, and broke his own. Now, he sat in front of the diminishing fire in the common room, staring at the wall. He felt nothing, no happiness, no regret, nothing. He had told Ron about it. Ron had been furious at first, but had settled down after Harry explained why.
Harry heard the portrait swing open, but did not turn. Tiny footsteps could be heard approaching Harry, but he still stared at the wall.
"Hello Harry." Said a dreamy voice. The voice sat next to him.
"I can't think Luna." Harry said. He had no desire to know exactly why she knew the password to Gryffindor Tower. "I don't know what is happening anymore."
"My father once told me of an old traveler who never spoke a word, but yet seemed to have the most profound ways of conveying her emotions. Hard to say exactly what she did to communicate, but she was a wonder. You remind me of her. You have more depth than you let on. You don't need to be shy around me. You know I am not one to judge." Luna let her hand rest on his shoulder. A shiver went down his spine at the weight of her fragile hand.
He Let his gaze finally wander from the wall to her. Her eyes had no quirky twinkle to them. Her face was paler, and it looked as though she may have been crying recently. "You really are incredible Luna. Thank you."
She smiled and got up. "You know where to find me." And with that, she left, leaving Harry in a contemplative state of contentment.
A/N: sorry it's a wee bit short. I've been getting scolded lately on cliffy's and so I must stop here in order for there not to be one. Reviews are appreciated.