Green eyes. Like the grass, like the trees, like almost everything in this funny world. I have grey eyes, like the color of the sky when it rains. When it rains it waters the grass, you know. It's funny how I picture us that way.
They would laugh of course. Silly Luna, what on earth made you think of that? You wouldn't laugh, oh no, you'd take me in your arms and hold me like those nights when you were alone. And you're always alone. I make you feel better, don't I? You need me, don't you? I thought so, I can see it in your eyes.
It's getting dark, and you take my hand as we go to sleep. You close those eyes and I want to cry. Don't leave me! Not like my mother! Not like your parents! But you are breathing Harry, and now I don't know what you're thinking.
But I know you love me.