Hey everyone :D This is a new George/Luna Fanfic, partly based on the plot of a roleplay I go on. The idea of the fic is by my friend Taylor - Annabeth Black - in 3rd Person Luna's point of view, so please give it a read, because it's very good. This story is rated T for later events, and Taylor has swearing in her's. I hope you enjoy, and please review this one, and read and review Taylor's :D As always, all characters belong to JK Rowling.

Luna's POV chapter 1: .net/s/7847450/1/All_Because_of_A_Mistake

I just want to say thanks to Alice, Kira, Heath, Gemma, Phoebe and all the other people on the roleplay, who have been part of these plots, and a huge thanks to Taylor :D

George scowled, acknowledging the fact Luna was sitting a couple of meters away from him in the kitchen. He had nothing against her in particular, but another person meant another person offering their stupid 'support' trying to comfort him and lying that everything would be ok.

He snorted darkly, eyeing Luna with the hatred that filled him up whenever he looked at another survivor of the battle.

Another survivor that wasn't his twin, one that could've easily been in that explosion instead of Fred.

Seconds later, he felt sick with himself... Luna wasn't a bad person, and nobody had to die...

So why did Fred have to?

George snarled again, allowing Luna to recognise his presence, her long blonde hair tangled and a little greasy, and her eyes with the same hollow look he saw in his own when he braved to stare into a mirror.

Mrs Weasley had mentioned something about Luna's father in a vague warning tone he hadn't listened to, but George really couldn't care less.

Maybe that was selfish, it probably was, but he really didn't want to have to talk to Luna and her weird beliefs about nargles and goodness knows what ever again.

But if her father had died, why didn't she seem to care all too much... Her eyes looked sad, but the expression Luna wore was practically cheerful, considering everything.

The words had barely been in his head before George said them, but they felt good...

Like some kind of bitter pleasure, but hours earlier his mother had insisted if he found anyway to cheer himself up to go about it without question.

And maybe being like this to Luna numbed the pain a little.

He allowed himself to continue, Luna making stupid responses about how either Fred or old Xenophilius were really gone.

But Luna had some kind of weird... power about her. She was trying to coax everything out of George, and almost managed; something than unnerved him more than anything. He blinked back tears of sadness and fury. If he hadn't cried in front of his family, he wasn't breaking down on Luna Lovegood's shoulder.

'He's okay. Fred's okay.'

That was enough... and George picked anger over tears.

He started yelling at Luna.

Luna and her stupid beliefs that Fred was okay, and George would be okay, how could he trust someone that went on about made up rubbish all the time?

Fred was DEAD, how did the girl not see that? All the balled up anger and stress he had been holding in since the death of his twin was escaping out...

He yelled at Luna, amazed at the fact his brain could convert it all into words so fast, whilst she tried to calm him down.

He was probably freaking everyone out, screaming and yelling as hard as possible, but it didn't bug him.

George didn't care anymore, he couldn't and wouldn't.

George blinked... was Luna glaring at him?

He didn't know Luna Lovegood could glare...

He slumped into a chair, staring at the tiles on the floor as they went fuzzy from the tears filling his eyes.

As he squeezed them tightly, Luna took his hand, but he snatched it away. It felt weird... wrong... after the few days in which he had received nothing but hugs, George didn't want another human hand on him, hands clinging to Fred's identical body, not George's own.

Luna glanced up at him and took his hand again, George weakening and allowing her this time... She knew his twin, but a lot less.

Maybe an outsider was good, and there was something about her which gave him the impression she was a lot wiser than he had perceived.

A shudder ran through his body as he took a deep breath and looked at her eyes, the first eyes he'd seen for a long while that didn't look a thing like Fred's.

Something in him trusted those eyes...