Disclaimer: the characters are not mine; they all belong to genial J.K. Rowling

The funeral is over.

Everybody's gone away.

Everybody, a part from you.

Standing, your hair moving in the wind, you're remaining here a little longer to greet the other half of yours.

The half which now is dead.

I, here, hidden behind an old tree, watch you silently, red angel among grey gravestones.

I know that you and Fred have never been exactly angels, but now I can't see you in any other way.

I've loved you, George, I've been loving you for several years and I never told it to you. I have always been hidden behind something or someone, always far from you like here, now, in this graveyard.

Maybe, though, it's time for it to change.

I slowly walk towards you, I take your hand.

You look at me, surprised, not any more alone in your loneliness.

Then, you smile and hug me tight, because this is what you need now; not an hidden and far love, but a real and touchable one. At least, as real and touchable as the pin you feel for the loss of your twin.

Maybe, you'll always see me as Luna Lovegood, a strange and a little crazy girl, but, at least today, I'm the strange and crazy girl who made you smile in a day in which you thought you couldn't do anything but cry.