Ok, so this is very different to anything I've written before, this is actually very happy and sweet considering it does have a character death.

Be nice :]

She came to me once; crying in the night. I held her, comforted her as she cried, she told me how strange I was, how strange I made her feel. Apparently I made her feel as if I was always just staring through her, that must be a little true because I didn't remember seeing her. She talked a lot as she cried and until she was finished I stayed quiet. I stroked her lifeless hair that I knew was meant to be bigger, more colourful.

She started asking me things, things that no-one else cared about, things that no-one else believed in. I explained all sorts of things to her, the breeding rituals of Quincybows, how Nargles latch onto a target and the potential future extinction of the Purple Broadback Gurgler. She listened in a silence that sort of oozed amazement and I was just as amazed as her, no-one had ever cared before, no-one has cared since.

I could picture the Quincybows dance in her mind, the dance that everyone had seen but very few actually knew that they had. Quincybows are the unstoppable dancing floating creatures that everyone thinks are dust particles in sunbeams. I waffled in a whisper until her tears stopped and soon the air vibrated with her soft giggles. Hints of light purple wriggled though her hair as I recalled stories I had been told all my life, stories my father used to tell me as a child. The stories became new and even more wonderful as I told them to someone who had never heard them before.

I didn't even just talk about animals, but about my mums smile before she died, about my dads tears afterwards. I told her about the first time they met and the more I talked the happier she seemed to get.

I thought it odd at the time, how many people stayed in the burrow, but after that night I saw it for what it was, a group of people that were odd and never would have met otherwise. The kindest and funniest people that just needed someone. And somehow all these ragged edges on each strange character, well, they attached and everyone just for a while was happy. It was full of friends. I had friends.

I never expected that Nymphadora would be my best friend (especially when I couldn't help but call her the name that she hated.) But we were, we were very good friends for a few weeks. Every week now I take a fresh copy of the Quibbler to her grave, it makes me happy that she's not alone, lying right next the man she loved. I can't help but think the last words we said to each other were perfect.

I smiled at her and looked at her, (not through her in my usual vacant dreamy haze) I looked her in the eyes and said

"Nymphadora, you're very strange." She laughed at what I said, not at me though. Her hair curled and bounced around her face for just a second before she replied.

"Yes." She smiled "Yes Luna I'm strange, but you are stranger."

I miss her so much.