Luna reminisced with him on a warm summer night.
"I did everything for you," she told him.
"How so?" he asked her as he lounged in a nearby chair.
"I gave that third year girl Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder because I knew you'd confiscate it from her… I didn't stay in front of the Room of Requirement to stop you on your mission, because I trusted you'd do the right thing in the end… I kept my father from publishing your involvement in Professor Dumbledore's death… I gave up the only friends I ever made to be with you…"
"I gave up my inheritance, my name, and my sanity to be with you…" He informed her, with a slight smirk on his face, despite the empty feeling never being able to see his mother again had created in the pit of his stomach. He didn't care what his father said. A marriage with Luna was not a mesalliance.