Yup. I'm screwed. I officially have no idea what people will say about this next chapter. Please, try to enjoy it, and please don't flame.
Forgive the corniness, and Ginny's slight insensitivity. Also, please don't hate my A Walk To Remember reference.
I'm not J.K. Rowling.
Enjoy.
That Sunday, at 12 o'clock sharp, Harry stood at Luna's headstone as he watched everyone come into the graveyard. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione came in together, followed by Collin Creevey. Bringing up the rear were Padma and Draco, who, although standing next to each other, did not acknowledge one another's presence.
"You all know why you're here." Harry said solemnly, as he tried to make eye contact with each and every person that stood in a circle around Luna's grave. Most had their heads bowed in reverence-or was it shame? Ginny was gazing at Harry shyly, a mix of shame, sorrow, and apology in her eyes. Ron gave Harry a steady nod, telling him to go on. Encouraged, Harry turned to face Luna's grave.
"Luna, we're all unbelievably sorry. If we could go back and take back our mistakes, reach out to you when you needed it, and be a friend, we would have." Harry laid down a bouquet of roses on Luna's grave. They were her favorite flowers. "These are from all of us. We love you, Luna. Rest in peace."
Harry turned to look at the rest of the group. The had stopped staring at their shoes and were looking at Harry. Their regret and guilt were apparent in everyone's eyes, and tears were welling up in Padma Patil's chocolate brown orbs.
Harry took a tape and a tape recorder out of his pocket. "This was at the bottom of the box. A note was attached, telling person number twelve to play it to certain people on the list, and Ron."
He put the tape in the tape recorder and laid it on the ground. He pressed play.
"Despite what you guys put me through, I don't hate any of you. Really. I'm in a happier place now, so please don't feel guilty about what you did. Because everyone makes mistakes, but it's never too late to start over. Good bye."
It was the shortest tape that she'd left for them, but definitely the most powerful. Harry picked it up and put it in his pocket. "Let's go back."
The groups left in twos, with Ron and Hermione in front, Padma, Draco, and Collin behind them, and Harry and Ginny bringing up the rear.
"That was really nice, Harry." Ginny said, trying to break the silence.
"Thanks." Harry mumbled, looking at his shoes. "I just feel awful-"
Ginny cut him off. "I do, too." She said, "But, look at what she said. She's in a place where none of us-or anyone-can hurt her. It's time to let her go."
Harry shrugged. "I guess you're right." He said, and kissed his girlfriend on the head as they walked back to their school and remembered their friend.
I'll always miss Luna, Harry thought, and I'll always love her. But love is like the wind: I can't see it, but I can feel it.
Fin.