All Alone... by CandiceMarie

Rating: G
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Ron & Luna
Book: Ron & Luna, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/09/2004
Last Updated: 23/09/2004
Status: Completed

I promised myself I'd never kill Ron, but this just goes to show, even the most stubborn of
us eat our words sometimes. This angsty piece is in Luna's PoV. I don't know what else to
tell you, except, if you like R/Lu, have the tissues ready...




1. All Alone...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and any of the characters mentioned hereafter. They belong
to the incredible JK Rowling. I am not making a single cent out of this. I wish I did, and was.

[A/N: I have no idea where this inspiration came from, but it did, sadly. No, I do not hate Ron
enough to kill him, and I do think he is valuable to the trio. We've never seen Luna sad.
I've always admired that about her, and I guess this is my subconscious saying that if Luna had
to be sad, everyone else should be sad. Because, really, I take this as a sad fic.

I do not deal with characters' deaths very well. I did not want to pick up my copy of the
OotP when *he* died. I imagined what it would be like if Ronald had died, in his
7th year, and this is what I came up with.

For Luna… ]

**All Alone …**

The sky was clear that night. Starless. Cloudless. All that could be seen was the moon, shining
magnificently on the grounds. But the moon looked nothing special to her, for she wasn't really
seeing the moon. She was looking at the heavens, wondering, hoping, waiting…

It was very unlike her to be so serious, but some circumstances called for it. Like now. She
wished it wasn't true, and that people were playing another cruel joke on her, had she not seen
it herself. What could be crueler than this, she thought.

A cold breeze swept across the Hogwarts grounds, and she felt herself shiver. This moment would
have been perfect if he was behind her, holding her, telling her she was crazy, but he loved her
anyway. It was a moment that would never come.

She wiped a tear that was sliding down her cheek. Luna Lovegood, alone on the grounds, sitting,
and waiting for Ronald. The Dark Lord did *not* take his life. He didn't It was not
possible. That fact did not exist. She. Didn't. See. Him. Die.

Luna was having difficulty breathing now, and her eyes were stinging with the promise of more
tears. As she replayed that very moment where Ron was taken from her, she unconsciously clutched a
handful of grass, in anger, frustration, pain …grief?

*`Get out of the way, boy! Don't be stupid and shield your* *friends!' said*
*Lord Voldermort.*

*`No. You'll* *have to get through to me first!' shouted* *Ron, every word
dripping with bravery.*

*`Ron! What are you doing? Don't!**' said Harry, trying to move Ron out of the
way, but with his injured hand, Ron was much, much stronger.*

*`Harry, you'll always be my best* *friend,' he* *said, as Voldemort
advanced slowly. `And I'm sorry if I've ever doubted you. I love you, mate.' Ron dodged
a curse, and so did the* *rest**.*

*`Ron, shut it. Don't talk like that, you git!' said Harry.*

*`Ron, please don't be so stubborn. Get out of the way! Don't let him hurt you!'
said Hermione, her eyes brimming with tears.*

*`Hermione, take care of Harry,' he said, ignoring her pleads. Voldemort was laughing his
merciless laugh. `You have always been the bossiest person I have ever met, and* *the kindest,
too. I* *love you, Hermione.'*

*`Ron, please!' said Hermione.*

*`Harry,' said Ron firmly. `Tell my family I love them, and that they've been the best
family I could ever ask for.'*

*`R**ON, GET OUT OF THE WAY!' bellowed Harry.*

*Ron ignored him. Voldemort slowly raised his wand, apparently finding this moment
amusing.*

*`Luna…' Luna felt Ron grab her hand. `Luna, I'm sorry we* *were never- You*
*and I* *never**…**' He took a deep, shuddering breath, `Luna, I love
you.'*

*`Don't, Ronald…' she* *pleaded quietly.*

*`I have to…' he replied softly, and he let go of her hand,* *then* *fought a
hero's battle.*

And he died a hero…

Luna wiped her damp cheeks. In a strange way, she was angry at Ron. But, oh, did she miss him.
She'll never get to leave him flabbergasted with her oddness again, never get to cheer for him,
and because Ron assumed she loved him, Luna will never get to tell him he was right.

She was sobbing now. It went on for a while, then she found herself unable to sob or cry
anymore.

She needed to laugh right now. She desperately needed to find something, anything, funny.

*`I ... must … not … look … like … a … baboon's … backside'*

The smile that found its way across her face felt unfamiliar. It was like she had not smiled in
years…

*`Are you taking the mickey?'*

He was always so funny. Did he know that? …

She stared into space again. She had never been so frustrated in her life, never wondered so
strongly what could've been, and never wanted anything as much as she wanted Ronald with her,
right now, to admire the scenery, to smile, and to reminisce.

Suddenly, the treetops of the Forbidden Forest moved, and Luna saw a horse-like creature with
wings emerge, only to disappear a second later. She had another reason for seeing Thestrals now,
she thought miserably.

*Ronald…*

Luna sighed, and looked up at the moon, finally seeing it, and she hummed the only song that
bought her inner-peace and immense sadness at the same time.

Sitting all alone on the grounds, staring at the moon and heavens, waiting for a sign, Luna
Lovegood hummed *Weasley Is My King* under her breath*.*

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