Cobwebs
Should the dark fall upon you,
Don't let it get you down;
No I'll be trying to find you,
Don't let it get you down
.
She supposes she should let it go, let him go. He is dead and there is nothing she can do about it.
Except that he haunts her in dream, begging to be found.
But where could she possibly find him?
"Luna Lovegood," he says, and the way he says it sounds like a laugh, a musical sound off the end of his tongue. "Where did you get that name?"
"My mother, I suppose," she says. She pulls her blonde hair back out of her face. "Would you like to go for a walk?"
It is these memories that haunt her, that bring her closer to earth than she has possibly ever been. It is him, he has brought her back, brought her grief. Why can she hear his voice?
The great black dog beside her is touching her leg, keeping her steady. She talks to him, tells him about her life, and he barks joyously and whines softly at the appropriate times. He is beautiful in this form, she decides, and then she decides that he is beautiful always.
She wakes in the middle of the night, screaming. She has dreamt of him again. Grateful that she hasn't woken her father, she slips out of the house, out past the Dirigible Plums and into the yard. The moon is full, and she is remembering him again.
It should be wrong, to touch him like this. It should bother her that his lips are against hers, that for the first time in her life she is being kissed and the man kissing her is old enough to be her father. It doesn't. It only feels right.
It is then that she realizes she is crying, thinking of that memory. He is close, but she can't reach…
He lays next to her, her breath mingling with his. "This war," he says, and his frustration is evident in his voice, "it's going to kill us all."
"Hmm," she says. It is not like her to think in the present. "We'll be together."
"We'll be together," he repeats, and his lips touch hers. "We'll be together."
But not now. Now they are not together. She can't find him anymore. He is gone, and she has never been more alone.
He falls gracefully through the Veil, and she can hear his voice—"Find me."
She will never give in. She will never give in.