Written for Sophie.
Word count :623
"So how old where you when you traveled back in time? And old are you know?"he asked her curious about her age. Was she older than he now?
"I was fifteen . And you know you shouldn't ask a lady about her age," she chuckled,"but I am twenty."
"So you're older than me"he said, hope in his voice. If she hadn't mind dating a bit younger than her with four years than perhaps she would not mind dating someone older. But then he would be okde enough to be her father So maybe...
"Barty, what's with these questions. I was expecting other questions. If I know something more about you, if you are alive in the future or what will happen. Not about my age."she smiled.
"But I can see why you're asking. Barty. I don't mind the older you. You will age nicely. You are very handsome" she said and kissed him. His heart swelled at her her words.
"And I already told you. I do not mind the older you. I love you."
"As I love you too, my Luna" he whispered in her ear and kissed her again.
Barty sighed. It was pure torture to see her at ball dancing with somebody else. It was not nice of him, but he had hoped that she will not dance with anybody since it seemed that she didn't have any friends..
He couldn't help the jealousy he felt. He should be the one to hold her, to dance with her. To be with her. He should be the one making her smile. But all he could was wait, wait for his Luna to come to him. Then they will dance together and he will be the one to make her smile.
But he didn't know how much more he could endure. Merlin knows all these years have been horrible. Living half a life, with his mother's death on the his conscience and his friends'state, they had been the only one to know, to understand him, his rock.
When Luna had told him, tears in her eyes, that his mother would die so he could live he had wanted to scream, to shout and break things. Luna had been the reason he didn't. He didn't want to make her feel more guilty that she already felt. She was looking at him with big teary eyes, waiting for him to blame her, he guessed, and when he didn't she..
But how could he blame her? He knew the time travel's rules and he knew how bad it would be if things wouldn't happen the way she rembered. So together they had talked with his mother, who had understood and accepted her fate with a courage. She had told him to not blame himself. But sometimes, it was hard to listen to her. Very hard.
And now he had to listen to the Dark Lord and to drink this disgusting potion to look like Alastor Moody. It was awful. But thinking of her, he could do anything. Including pretending to be someone he was not .
He had felt so sorry performing the Unforgivables in class. Especially since Alice and Frank's son Neville. But he didn't have a choice. The consequences of not doing it were wors than doing it.
Neville resembled his parents so much. It hurt his heart to know that he had contributed to their actual state, he felt like a monster. Even though he knew they had forgiven him.
It was torture to live like this. But for her he would do it. Will do it. He will wait for her.