Title: Home
Summary: Luna knows that no one else can understand
Pairing/Characters:Luna/Harry
Rating:T
Warnings: N/A
Notes:N/A

Colour lit the sky. The clouds were coming in, but no one gave them much thought. The dead were gathered and counted. Tonks, Fred, Colin, and many more Luna never got the chance to meet.

The footsteps, sobs and screams were scattered and low. The dark shadows of the castle were powerfully depressing, but without the evil that had been imbedded into the walls only days ago. Luna searched for the one person that would make things better through the broken halls. The person that protected her through school, shared her first kiss, and held her as she cried for her lost father.

He was a lot of things to a lot of people, but he was her home.

"Luna?" Harry whispered behind her.

Luna turned with unusual tear marks on her check, and he opened his arms wide for her. Her steps where slow, as were his movements. Heaviness, one Luna couldn't describe, was surrounding them, but Harry's arms always made her feel safe. They always would.

They didn't speak, there were no words. Luna didn't tell him how she managed to capture a death eater that was searching for the younger students, and she didn't tell him about the Ravenclaw upper year who slashed up her stomach after he flashed his mark at her. He didn't near to hear about her horrors; he had enough of his own this day.

Luna rested her head against his chest and sighed when she heard the fast beats of his heart. It only confirmed her previous thoughts. She knew him too well, and she knew what he was going to do. He wouldn't be convinced to change his mind, this she also knew.

Rather than trying, she closed her eyes and let a few tears leak out.

"I love you, Luna," he whispered above her head, the words barely more than a breath.

Luna nodded against his chest. "I love you too," she whispered.

When he pulled out of her embrace, placing a soft kiss on her lips, she grabbed his arm before he could leave. She let all her fear and pain and sadness show in her eyes, but she smiled; a sharp contrast that she knew Harry loved about her. "Say hi to Daddy for me," she said in a broken voice, relieved when Harry just nodded. She could see him swallow and reach out to her, but he shook his head and turned away, disappearing around a corner.

When the others asked her if she'd seen him, she said no. They wouldn't understand, they couldn't. Luna could, and despite the agony that would never go away and the knowledge that she would never smile again, she knew she'd done the right thing. It wasn't easy to let her home go.

(w.c 462)

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