A/N: Hey everyone. This is collection of six one-shots centered around Harry/Ginny/Luna. Each one is based off a specific thing: family; friendship; romance; rebellion; separation; sacrifice. This is for the Chinese Moon Festival Comp, on HPFC. I am not doing them in order, the first one I am doing is Friendship. They are all connected, so therefore take place in the same universe. Each one is going to show separate aspects of their relationship, for each genre it is based on.

I hope that you enjoy reading it.

Also, I would like to thank my new beta l0stinl0ve, for helping me out with this and all of my other stories.

Thank you.

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all, and no matter who much I wish for it my fairy godmother wont give me full writes to the Harry Potter books, movies, characters and so on. Nor would any genies, goblins or anything else that grants wishes, such a wishing well, the stars and so own. I guess it was just not be to be... Maybe I should sue them, then they might start granting my wishes...

Friendship

Ginny sat in her bedroom writing away at her journal. She couldn't bear to call it a diary after fer first year, so she decided to go with the more masculine term. Though she did often wonder why Tom hadn't used it himself.

She shook her head, she did not want to think of that right now. There were other more important things for her to mull over, the pointless remnants of the past that she could do nothing to change.

Turning back to her writing, she sighed as she read over it all. It sounded, off. As though it wasn't really her writing the words. As she looked at them she felt like she was reading about someone else's life. It was all so surreal. She knew of only one person that would be able to help her out with it. The problem was, that there was no way that she could go and see her at three in the morning.

Sighing again, she turned to face out the window, staring up at the moon. Maybe the dream was just meaningless, like all of the other ones that she had. Despite how comforting those thoughts sounded, she knew it wasn't true. There was just something about it that told her it wasn't ordinary.

She started absently tapping her quill away against that parchment of her journal. Slowly each tap started to match the ticking of the clock on her wall. Her head started to slowly nod off again. Scenes from her dream started to flash in front of her eyes and she jolted back to consciousness.

Sighing again, she finally decided to give up on sleep. Looking down at her journal she noticed that there was a large smear of ink running across the page she had been working on. She groaned and packed it all up, there wasn't any point in continue with it. Grabbing a spare piece of parchment she quickly wrote a letter, before sneaking downstairs. A cup of tea would be perfect right then.

Luna sat up in the garden outside her house. It didn't matter that it was three in the morning. She was waiting for something. What it is was she couldn't say, but she knew that when the time was right she would know. She hummed to herself as she waited.

She looked up and smiled at the moon. It was full, that meant it was to be a good night.

An owl hooted and swooped down to land on her arm. "Hello Errol," she said, absently feeding him a treat. Walking back into her home she thought how tomorrow would be an excellent day to visit the Barrow.

Harry, after waking up for the fifth time that night, decided that he wasn't going to get anymore sleep. Looking at the clock he saw that it was five in the morning. He grabbed his dressing gown and decided to head down to the kitchen. He carefully maneuvered his way down the stairs while avoiding doing anything would make so much noise that it would wake someone.

At the bottom of the stairs he was startled to hear quiet voices coming out of the kitchen. He pushed open the door and saw Ginny and Luna talking quietly. He absently wondered when Luna had got there, but decided it was best not to think about; hardly anything when it came to Luna made much sense.

"Morning girls," he said, quietly moving to poor himself a cup of tea, before taking the open seat beside Ginny.

"Couldn't sleep either?" asked Ginny, scooting a basket of biscuits towards him.

He nodded, accepting one. "Yeah, I was having some strange dreams-"

"About the three of us?" Ginny asked, finishing his statement.

Harry looked at her startled, "How did you know?"

"Both Luna and I had the same problem last night. That is actually what we had been discussing when you came in here."

Harry sighed and placed his head in his hands, feeling the beginning of a headache coming on. "So what does it mean?"

He could feel both Ginny and Luna place their hands on his back comfortingly.

"It means," said Luna, "That we wait and see what they mean for us."