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Chapter twenty-four: Castor's POV

The moon illuminated the cold stone walls as I sat cross legged in the astronomy tower, my lips curved up slightly as I looked at Luna who was sitting next to me, her hand tightly squeezed my own as I grinned even more.

"Mum, my mum always used to say that the stars and the moon work as one, that they can never be apart," she smiled in her beautiful dream like voice. I moved a strand of long dirty blonde hair from her face and giggled at the poetry of her words.

"Well," I laughed, a slight twinkle edging in my eyes, when I was with her everything was okay and I didn't feel alone or worried because Luna was here and Luna would always be here. "You're the moon aren't you?"

"And you're the stars," she giggled, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead, it was the kind of kiss that showed I cared, that I'd never leave.

"You know… the stars are kind of inferior to the moon, I always knew I was your bitch," I chuckled as Luna lent back and let out a loud hearty laugh which echoed off the walls of the astronomy tower.

"Damn right, now kiss me," she giggled softly as I leaned forward again and kissed her lips passionately, my laughter mumbling into her lips as I wrapped my arms around her, everything seemed to stop when I kissed Luna, the world set into place and I was allowed for just a moment to forget all the crap I had and just think of the good things, of Luna, the best thing in my life.

"Wow I have to say I was actually kind of scared for a sec there Luna, if you try you can actually be rather scary," I laughed as I pulled back, resting my forehead on hers. Our breath mixed together as I was encompassed by the sweet smell of roses.

"But Cas I wasn't trying," she grinned when I fake whimpered and gave a mock scream.

"You can be so dramatic sometimes," she laughed. I grinned further, squeezing her hand. Her eyes were beautiful as the moonlight glistened off them, illuminating her beautiful pale face.

"Yeah," I said, my mother and father had just entered my thoughts, whenever I was having a special moment and feeling free they always managed to ruin it. I let out a heavy sigh and felt Luna's arms wrap around me and pull me into a tight embrace.

"They won't hurt you. Not while I'm here and I'm always going to be here Cas, always because I love you and you mean more to me than breathing. You mean more to be than any creature that I believe in, you mean more to me than life or death. You complete me Cas, I love you and I will never let them hurt you," she whispered into my ear as my heart pumped in my chest. I could feel the heat creep up my neck and face as I blushed, I wondered if Luna had noticed, if she had she didn't say anything.

"I love you too, more than anything in the world," I smiled, feeling joyful tears rise in my eyes. We were in love. Someone as beautiful and brilliant as Luna was in love with someone as ugly and dumb as me, she deserved better than me but for now I was too overcome by my selfish love to wish better for her, I couldn't let her go, I was clinging into a cliff and she was the only thing keeping me there, she was my safety belt and I clung onto her like a life jacket. I loved her.

"Yeah it would have sucked if you just went nah you're not that special," Luna giggled. I laughed at the mere idea of it, Luna not being special or important, she was the most special thing in the world, the most important thing in the world. As she said, I was the stars and she was the moon. We were one…

My hands laced with the dew spited grass, my hands fumbling over the cold green spikes as the wetness stained my trousers. I sighed to myself, tickling my fingers with grass as my hands rose to my head, running wildly through my black hair.

"Mr Black," my head wiped round, there was a bruising on my cheek, my eye had been engulfed in a sea of black, blue, red and purple. I could do my best to hide it but there was no way I could, as I felt the sickness rise in my stomach, Snape would know something was up.

"Yes sir?" I hoped he hadn't noticed the feeble tremble in my voice, it appeared that if he had he chose to let it be and not question the shaking of my hands.

"You didn't appear at dinner, or at duelling practice," I gulped, he was no doubt be pissed at me for this. A few beads of stray sweat graced my forehead and trickle down the shaking highway of my cheeks. My glasses had steamed somewhat but I was too nervous to clean them.

"No… I was out here… I didn't realise the time," that part was honest, I hadn't realised the time. I'd been lost in my own world, my hands trickling freely through eh grass, ripping up blades when I felt a strong surge of emotion and throwing my pain into the wind, wanting it all to just blow away and leave me, to haunt someone else.

"Hmmm," that wasn't a good sign, I knew that from anybody but when that noise came from Professor Snape it was even worse. What he did next took me by surprise, "It's alright, just don't miss another practice, you've got a lot on your plate I understand but… you and Miss Lovegood need to be protected, your troubles are no excuse. Now would you care to explain the marks on your face?" Snape's face became purse as he gazed with suspicious eyes upon my pale face.

I gulped, now was the moment of truth, I had to take a leap of faith, "I tripped, over a tree trunk," it was a crap lie and the way that Snape's lips went tighter proved that he didn't believe me but he didn't say anything, not yet at least. He left my statement to hang in the air for a few seconds before slowly opening his mouth and allowing his drawling voice to send chills through me.

"Okay, well try not to be so imbecilic, I know it's hard for you Gryffindor's but do try," that's where he finished before turning away from me and my isolated space on the patch of squashed grass. As expected his robes twirled with him and I felt a smile and a slight quick chuckle grace my lips.

"Yes sir," I whispered, for all his faults I had grown my respect for the man clad in black who stormed away from me reprimand some first year Hufflepuffs. I even dared to say that I had started to like him, to find some kind of joy in the words that he uttered, the harsh cutting words. My hand slowly stroked my brightly coloured cheek, Umbdrige had enjoyed my punishment, laughing with glee as I wobbled away, holding onto the doorframe to her office for dear life, blood dripping from the scrapes that lined my face. The pain that I had felt and that was still reeling inside of me clenched at my chest like a python and enjoyed the squirming feeling growing inside of me. I hated the rawness that clawed at the back of my throat and the sting that hurt like lemon juice in my eyes as I tried to fight back the tears, boys didn't cry. It was bullshit, men were of course able to cry but as the hot stinging tears threatened to overpower me I grasped onto the phrase to stop me from crying because I knew that if I began I would find it very difficult, maybe even impossible to stop.

I called for my sketchpad and my art stuff, sitting back down on the wetted grass which if I wasn't careful would soon be made even wetter by my tears.

My fingers skimmed delicately over the fresh crisp page as I felt a sense of calm burst over me, engulfing me. Daring me to even think of crying. I loved the free feeling that empowered me, nothing could hurt me now, nothing could hurt me as I began to draw, the sharp pencil smoothly making lines across the white paper. After an hour or so I was done and I looked at the finished piece of work, a tinge of a smile lifting up my face, I ignored the pain in my cheek and eye as I grinned. I'd drawn the forest and there standing in the middle of it and there in the middle of it was me, standing tall carrying Luna away from the trees and darkness and worry bridal style, she promised she wouldn't let any harm come to me from the monsters that were my parents and I swore to myself that I would do the same for her. Nothing would ever happen to her. I would keep her safe forever. I loved her and she loved me. My smile grew even larger and I fell back on the wet grass, not caring as its cold hands laced my hair and wrapped around me, I laughed and laughed, not stopping even as my stomach began to hurt. I was in love. Not even Umbridge could change that, not even my parents could.