Well fuck all kinds of duck. I literally just finished writing this right before I read this week's chapter of twgok and found out that the girls don't necessarily all know each other. I just hope this stays as a small inconsistency and doesn't grow into something painfully huge. In either case I'm leaving things as is, rewriting this stuff for something like this is just not something I can make happen.

I've also Just realized I've never actually included a disclaimer for this story. Seeing as disclaimers are pretty much rites of passage for all fanfiction, here is mine.

I don't own Harry Potter or TWGOK. If I did Keima would be less of an insensitive asshole. But that's just my opinion.

There. Congratulations, my story, you are now a man…paper…word…thing.

Flag 7: Romancing the Moon Conclusion

As a child, Luna lovegood adored her mother. She loved both her parents, of course, but her mother was someone whom she especially looked up to. She enjoyed hearing her talk about her experiments, even if she didn't always understand it; it always soothed her to hear her mother speak. The sparks and explosions from whatever her mother was experimenting with at the time was an entertaining bonus.

But what Luna especially loved was when her mother would tell stories about her beloved creatures. She listened, enthralled at the descriptions of slashkilters and nargles and wrackspurts. And especially the Snorkacks. Though the story that Selene told her daughter was sad and didn't properly end, Luna nevertheless loved the way her mother's eyes would sparkle whenever she spoke about the creature.

"But mama" The tousle-haired child would reply, "Mr. Snorkack sounds really lonely! Isn't that a bit sad?"

"Hmm" her mother would sigh whimsically, "I suppose that he would be. That's why, Luna dearest, when you find Mr. Snorkack, you have to be very nice to him. You can't tell him he doesn't exist like all the other mean people did." She had meant it as a joke, but Luna took it very seriously. Doubtless, Selene would have probably set her straight one day, but unfortunately she never saw that day.

The seasons were in a transitory state. It wasn't quite cold enough to be called winter just yet, but the winds had a harsh nip to them that denied it was fall. Luna had been playing in the small stream that ran past their yard, curiously scooping up the small critters that floated by, when she heard an explosion.

Curiously, the child walked around the house to her mother's workshop. Maybe she had something interesting going on today. What she found was a half destroyed wall and the workshop in complete disarray. Her mother had been lying on the ground with a fine layer of dust and soot covering her.

Luna, in her wonderful, childish naivete, hadn't fully comprehended what was happening. She crouched by her mother's side, "Hehe mama, you look silly. You have black stuff on your face and your hairs all messy."

Selene had cracked a small smile, "I suppose mama does look very silly, doesn't she? Where's your father?"

"Papa's in the house, I'll go get him! I bet he'll think you look funny too!" She had made to run off, but was stopped.

"Wait, Luna," Selene had grasped her daughter's hand and flinched in surprise when a golden thread of light sparked between them, skittering over Luna's skin. "Oh," She gasped softly, "so it worked after all, that's good."

Luna stared, fascinated at the dancing golden lights until they faded away. "Wow! What was that mama?"

"Just something mama's been working on for a while, dear." She had coughed, then said weakly, "Luna, dearest one, be good for daddy ok? Make sure he eats well and doesn't forget things, ok? He…" She was interrupted by shouting.

"Selene?! What was that? I heard a noise and…Dear Merlin…Selene!" Xenophilius dashed from the little rook house panickedly, and knelt by his fallen wife.

Despite her condition, the dying mother chuckled feebly at her husband's antics. "Xeno, take care of Luna, ok? I'm sorry, but it looks like I'm going to have to leave a bit early."

"Don't worry love, everything will be just fine! You just have to calm down and someone can go get help." He looked around wildly, but there was no one aside from them around. Whipping out his wand, he summoned a patronus which darted off in a silvery blur. "There, help will be here soon, so just stay calm alright?!"

"Dear, I think you're the one that needs calming down." In a much quieter voice, so not to worry Luna, she had added sadly, "It's over for me. I made a mistake and used too much energy. My magical core was sucked dry; there's nothing you can do anymore."

"Don't…don't say that!" He had begged frantically, "Those guys at Mungo's know all sorts of things, I'm sure they heal you. So please…" His voice faded out.

"Hnn, I'm so sleepy; I really want to take a rest now. It's gotten a bit chilly, so make sure to bundle Luna up so she doesn't catch a cold." Her half-lidded eyes no longer saw anything and her breathing had become shallow and irregular.

"Selene, no, don't do this, please…" The man could do nothing but watch as his wife's life faded away.

"I'm sorry, Xeno, but I've become really tired now." She had then addressed both of them, "I love you both so dearly. I'll see you later, ok?" Her eyes fluttered with those words before finally drooping shut for the final time.

"Mama, you can't sleep here, it's cold and dirty. We should go inside." Luna lightly shook her mother to no avail. "Papa, mama's not waking up, what should I do?"

Instead of answering her, Xenophilius grabbed his daughter in a rough embrace.

"Papa, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Mama…won't wake up anymore, Luna." He had whispered emptily.

"No, that's not right, Mama's just tired! She said so herself!" Stubbornly, the girl had shaken the prone figure. When no response came, she shook harder, becoming more and more frantic.

"Mama wake up! Mama!" Luna repeatedly shrieked, while Xenophilius quietly sobbed in the background.

That night, Luna woke up screaming for her mother. And for the first time that night, her mother didn't come.

The day Luna had first felt the stirring in her soul was on her first trip to Diagon Alley. She was 11 and had gotten her acceptance letter into Hogwarts. They had stopped at the night prior to the Hogwart's Express' departure. Xenophilius, believing his daughter to be tucked securely in bed, went to have a drink with an old friend they had bumped into.

"Xenophilius, you know you can't keep indulging your daughter like this," the man had said exasperatedly after sloshing through several glasses. "I know these things are important to her and to you, but just think about what would happen to her when she starts school! She'll have a hard time getting along with kids her age if all she talks about those nonsense creatures."

"Yes, yes I know Rob," The white haired man said glumly, staring into his glass of firewhiskey. "But those creatures are so dear to Luna. They were her mother's inventions you see. I remember when she was still a child, the way her eyes would light up whenever Selene would talk about them. It's one of her precious memories. She's already lost her mother, I don't want to take away those memories away from her too. I just couldn't live with myself."

Rob snorted, "Tsk, Xenophilius, you need to pull yourself together! What happened to Selene was tragic, yes, but these things happen in that field of work. I'm sure she knew that too. It's been two years since and you're still the same as back then." He stopped to take a swig from his glass.

Rob sighed then continued in a gruff, gentler voice, "I'm sorry, Xenophilius, I know it's none of my business. Just remember, I'm not saying this just for your sake, but for Luna's as well. Just…just consider it, will you?" Smiling sadly, the man placed several coins on the counter before standing and clapping his friend on the shoulder. "Hang in there, alright?" Then he was gone.

Luna had left at that point; she had gone down for something to drink and had happened to overhear the conversation. Returning to her room with a heavy heart, she lay in the darkness for hours, her mind a whirlwind of thought. That was when she first heard the voice speaking to her. It had been quiet, less than a whisper, and fell silent quickly, so she ignored it.

And then he showed up.

Though it had been years, Luna instantly recognized the voice that spoke to her. It had been the day of their first date, and she was quite worried because it seemed much louder now. Almost speaking level. 'Perhaps it will go away' She hoped in vain.

The voice grew and grew until it became impossible to ignore. Luna was under considerable duress, forced to filter between reality and her mind. As a result, she grew less focused and more distant. No one seemed to notice, save for him. He was the only one who bothered asking what was wrong, and for that she was grateful. But at the same time she couldn't help but feel slight anger towards him. This was happening because of him.

The voice didn't seem to like him very much. But it didn't seem to like anything very much. It would often switch tones, from enticing to taunting to downright threatening. Luna didn't know just how much longer she would be able to take it.

And then, that night on the lake, she finally gave in.

-Present day, Present time-

Keima rushed through the waves of beast that now sought to converge on him. Every now and then he avoided a swipe of a claw or a lashing tail. Now, more than ever, he cursed his lack of physical fitness as he felt his chest constrict and his breathing become labored. His arms and legs burned ferociously, but he didn't dare stop. This was his only chance.

With a roar of desperation he leapt the last couple of feet up the slippery embankment before coming to a full stop in front of the stunned girl. His breathing was slightly heavy, but he had no time for reprieve. Briefly taking in her surprised expression, he assertively leaned forward and planted his lips firmly on hers.

Her lips were soft and supple and slightly salty from her tears. Keima had shut his eyes, but Luna's were wide open in shock. She sighed once before melting into the kiss. Her tense body relaxed and her eyes drooped shut as well.

Keima held the kiss for a couple seconds before gently pulling away. As he opened his eyes, he once again took in her tear-streaked face and dazed expression. Keima placed his forehead against hers, still gazing into those wide eyes. "Luna" he said quietly "You don't need these things to remember your mother."

The clearing stilled the moment he said those words. The beasts simply stopped, as if frozen in time.

Luna tried to avert her gaze, but Keima gently placed his hand on her cheek, and turned her head to face him once more."You know it too, right?" He took a breath; the next words would either doom them all or save them all. "They don't exist. None of them." They were still alive. That was a good sign.

"You tried to make them real as remembrance, but you know as well as I do that it's not necessary. You are your mother's daughter, Luna, you don't have to try this hard. She wouldn't want this either."

Luna didn't know what to think anymore. Just what was she supposed to do? Slumping to her knees in exhaustion, she wept. "But…hic…but they're mama's precious stories! I can't just forget them…hic…I…I just can't!"

"Who says you have to? There's no reason to forget them. Stories are fine, but this..." He waved his arm at the scene behind them. The beasts were still frozen in place while Haqua and Elsea stood back-to-back, staring warily at the creatures that surrounded them. "Don't you think this is a bit much?" He gave her a crooked smile, "Like I said you don't have to go this far."

She hiccupped and gave a watery laugh at this. "It really is sort of silly, isn't it?" She laughed a bit more then mumbled sadly, "I've done so much to you, caused you so much trouble, I'm so sorry."

"It…it wasn't much…ha…ha." In response to the dubious look he received, he added a bit more sincerely, "Really. It could have been much worse."

She giggled at this, then, "Well then, one last thing, Keima."

"What is it?"

"Kiss me again." She looked directly at him; the moon sparkled on the remnants of tears that lay on her face.

For a moment he looked surprised, but then he complied, kneeling and pressing his lips to hers once more.

A dark shape began to form around Luna and was wrenched out of her body, revealing a feathered female figure. Large, ragged wings sprouted from her back and her arms and legs ended in raptor-like claws. Reluctantly, the harpy was being dragged into the container along with her pets, the extensions of her soul.

To their surprise, the loose soul started cursing and screaming at them in heavily hellian-accented English. "No! You can't do this to me! I am the queen of beasts! I refuse to go like this." The shape snarled, already halfway in the containment canister. "Tear them to shreds my lovelies!" She shrieked.

Keima's blood froze and the frozen creatures suddenly jerked to life. Though a good number of them had already been sucked into the soul container, the beasts closest to the pair still made a desperate bid to attack them.

For the second time that night, Keima shut his eyes and prepared for imminent death. And for the second time that night, he cracked his eyes open when nothing happened. A cobweb of golden light flowed arched around the two, originating from Luna. An ethereal woman had suddenly appeared, her serene-looking face resembling the girl in his arms.

"Ma…ma…" Glancing down Keima noticed Luna was now unconscious, fresh tears leaking from the corners of her shut eyes.

The golden shade looked down softly on the sleeping girl, a gentle look gracing her face. She seemed to say something, but no sound emanated from her moving lips. Smiling a bit sadly, she gave what resembled a sigh, and then turned to the masses. A brilliant blast of golden light exploded from the shore, and when it finally died down, the creatures were gone, erased from existence. The shade was gone as well, and the lakeside had suddenly become eerily quiet, a disconcerting contrast to the earlier ruckus.

"A guardian spirit…" Haqua whispered when Keima rejoined them, carrying the unconscious Luna in his arms. "I never thought they actually existed."

"Haqua, you know what happened back there?"

"It's a form of magic that is very rarely seen. So rare that some devils doubt the phenomenon actually exists." her voice was still hushed. "It's the remnants of a human spirit that are bound to a live being."

"She said something, but I couldn't hear anything." Keima said dazedly.

Haqua shook her head in agreement, "It couldn't speak because it's not an actual soul bound to a body, but lingering emotions and powerful magic left as a protection. Judging by the form it had taken, her mother is the one who placed it on her. She must have truly been a genius at her craft."

The group trudged back to the castle in a contemplative silence. The moon was just about to make its exit and the first rays of sunlight began to peek over the horizon. It had been a really long night.

Luna cracked her eyes open to find sterile white walls and a brightly lit room. She was in the hospital wing, though she could not remember how or why she ended up there. An 'oh' of surprise caught her attention, and turning she noticed the person sitting in a chair by her bed. "Hello there."

"Oh, umm, hi. I'm Ginny Weasley"

It wouldn't have taken Luna long to figure that out; the flaming red hair that the Weasley siblings were notorious for was a dead giveaway. She nodded, "Hello there," she repeated "I'm Luna Lovegood." Then she frowned curiously. It was rare that she get visitors in the hospital. Well, it was rare that she was at the hospital in the first place, but that was beside the point. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? Are you here for someone else?" She craned her head to the left and right, but as far as she knew, she was the only patient in the room.

"Well, Professor McGonagall asked me to run some papers to Madame Pomfrey, and she asked me to watch over you while she looked those over. She said you'd be waking up around now." An awkward silence then fell upon the two. Partially out of curiosity but more to break the silence Ginny asked, "So why are you in here?"

"I'm not sure, I just woke up and I don't really know what's going on."

"Really? Didn't some friends stop by or something? Someone must have brought you here."

"I don't really have many friends" the blonde witch said cheerfully. "They call me Loooonie, you know. That's why I was so surprised to see someone sitting there"

"That's horrible! Why would they do something like that?"

Luna merely shrugged.

The two girls chatted amicably for a while until Luna started looking a bit fatigued, her already pale face turning a shade paler. Worriedly, Ginny said, "I probably should get Madame Pomfrey, she asked me to call her when you woke up."

As if on cue, the nurse strode out of her office, catching sight of the two girls. "Oh good, you're awake." Turning to Ginny, "Here you go, Miss Weasley, please return these to your head of house as swiftly as possible."

"Yes Madame Pomfrey." Turning and smiling at the bedridden blonde girl, "It was nice meeting you, Luna, let's hang out together sometime!" She was then shooed out by the strict nurse.

"Ok well let's check your temperature, shall we?"

As the nurse fussed over her, Luna couldn't help but feel that, despite being in the hospital wing, she felt much better than she had in a long time. She felt…lighter…somehow, as if a weight she had been carrying was now lifted.

"I daresay you must have given them quite a shock, fainting like that. It's nothing serious, mind you, just a mild case of fatigue, but do try to be careful."

Luna had been broken out of her reverie by the stern nurse. She looked confused for a second, "They?"

"Yes yes," Madame Pomfrey bustled impatiently "those transfers brought you here saying that you had fainted. Now, I know you have been sleeping for a while, but it wouldn't hurt to rest for a bit more." She handed Luna a vial of grey liquid, "Drink this."

Luna downed the vial then fell back on the sheets as a wave of drowsiness washed over her. 'The transfers, huh?' she mused as she was drawn deeper into sleep's embrace. For some reason she felt a rush of affection as she thought about a certain stoic, Japanese male. 'How odd, I don't even know him that well, but I feel like he's a very, very interesting person. I wonder why.' Vague memories of the new transfer tugged at the edges of her consciousness, but she was unable to grasp them. 'Well, maybe I'll remember next time.' Was her last thought before sleep overtook her completely.

Well, that's that. Luna's arc is now officially over. What do you think? I really think this whole chapter's a bit underwhelming and am a bit disappointed, but I have no clue how to fix it. It's really quite frustrating. Well, anyways that's it for this chapter, slightly shorter than the previous ones, but stay tuned for more.

Oh and I have no idea whether or not Selene is her real name. I heard it was somewhere, but that might have just been from another fanfiction on the site or something. I'm terrible at remembering my sources, please don't sue me.