Brighter than the Moon
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Toffrox33
~For Paige~
-What do you think of when you look at the moon?
Harry Potter sat on his bed, his wand lit. It was late at night but he couldn't sleep. The heavy curtains around his bed blocked out everything but the sounds of his dorm-mates sleeping.
The bluish glow emitting from the very tip of his wand reflected meaninglessly off of the mirror he held in one hand.
The mirror was broken. Not smashed, but broken. It didn't work anymore… not in the way Harry wanted it to, anyway. Because this mirror was supposed to allow him to speak with Sirius, and now it never would.
With a quiet sigh, Harry put the mirror under his pillow and pulled the curtains around his bed aside. Careful not to make any noise, in case he woke his friends, he climbed out of bed and walked to the window.
Outside, he could see the black lake glittering silver under the glow of a three quarter moon. He watched the light flit across the surface of the water, almost as if it were dancing. As he watched, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A small figure was walking along the edge of the lake. They were walking with one foot carefully placed in front of the other, balancing perfectly on the line where the ground stopped and the lake began. In the moonlight, Harry could just make out the figure's long blonde hair, which hung loose down to their waist.
Was that Luna?
Harry frowned and turned to his trunk, which he rummaged around in until he pulled out his father's beloved invisibility cloak, followed by the Marauders Map.
Somehow this night, with Sirius in his mind, these treasured items seemed even more precious to him as he slipped out of the dormitory, invisible, and whispered "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."
After a silent walk through the castle, Harry reached the grounds. He could see the figure more clearly now. He had seen from the map that his guess was right. It was Luna Lovegood.
She ankle deep in water now, staring up at the moon. As Harry thought to himself how strange Luna was, he didn't notice the smile that crept onto his face without him even realising.
He closed the map and removed the cloak, moving towards Luna with the subconscious smile lingering on his face.
When he was near, Luna turned and smiled dreamily. "Hello, Harry." She said. Harry was taken aback by her matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Luna." Harry replied with half a nod. Luna walked out of the lake and sat down on the grass. She looked up at Harry expectantly and he sat down with her.
"Are you Ok, Harry?" She asked him gently. Harry didn't answer, but Luna saw him shaking his head, as if to himself. "Are you sad because your godfather died?" She asked. Harry looked at her with that expression of surprise that clearly meant 'yes'. "Maybe you could talk to Ron or Hermione about it?" She suggested. She knew that the three of them were closer friends than anyone she knew, and that they would gladly give him advice if he needed it.
"I don't need them to help me." Harry mumbled. He sounded almost bitter. Luna tilted her head curiously. Harry glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and a strange look passed over his face when he saw the way she was watching him.
"You should let somebody help you." She said. Harry didn't answer this time. He stared blankly ahead of him. Luna turned away aswell and looked up at the three quarter moon.
The sky really was spectacular tonight. There were no clouds and thousands of stars and in the middle of them all the moon. It was shining so brightly that it hardly even felt like night time anymore.
"What do you think of when you look at the moon?" Luna asked. Her voice was quiet… dreamy as usual. She sounded thoughtful.
Harry glanced at her with a hint of confusion hidden in his green eyes. She continued to stare at the moon, a smile on her face. She looked almost pretty, sitting there, her blonde hair shining brighter in the light.
"Daddy used to ask me and Mother that, when I was little." She explained. "I think of my mother now, because she loved the moon. That's why she named me Luna." She fell silent again. Harry continued to watch her, deep in thought…
'You should let somebody help you' She'd said. She looked away from the moon and looked at Harry. She could tell he was still sad. She smiled at him, as comfortingly as she could and reached out to place her hand over his. Harry's eyes widened in surprise. He looked down at their hands, resting together on the grass. Luna turned back to the glittering lake. Perhaps… perhaps Luna could be the one who could help him.
"What do you think of?" Luna asked. She looked back at Harry again. "When you look at the moon." She added in clarification. Harry felt that subconscious smile tug at his lips. He noticed it this time.
"I think of…" He began quietly. "I think of you, Luna."
And just like that, Luna was smiling at him again. A smile so bright, it outshone even the moon.
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A.N- Happy Birthday Paige, I hope you liked it.
This story was inspired and based on the Ravenclaw Common Room prompts: Moon, Beloved, Help, Broken Mirror.
I've never written Luna/Harry before and it's not a couple I read very often, so I hope this was good!
Review, please!
Toff.x