Reparo

Luna slipped out of bed, pulling her jumper around her as if the thin fabric could protect her. Temperature-wise, it was fine, not cold or too warm. Even so, she couldn't sleep.

Grabbing a pair of warm, thickly-lined boots, she crept out, careful not to disturb anyone. The fresh air drifted to her and the faint scent of flowers which Hermione had conjured earlier, laying them at the entrance to the castle tickled her nose.

It'd been a week since Harry had won (she didn't like to think of him as killing anyone, not even a monster like Voldemort) and once the Death Eaters had fled, the remaining victors had relished in their freedom. Students who'd been at the castle during the school year had conjured banners and graffitied all over them under the watchful eyes of the adults.

Soon enough there had been a few parts of the castle declared fit for sleeping and most of the Order had moved in, intending to begin the cleanup as soon as they could.

She'd reunited with her father, seeing the sadness in Hermione's eyes as she did so. Harry had told her one evening that Hermione had changed her parents' memories in order to protect them, and she'd been in awe once again at her friend's strength.

Tonight, she'd dreamed of Fred. She supposed it was logical, as they'd buried him earlier that day. As a child, she'd been good friends with Ginny and would often go over to her house, either for lessons or to play. Fred had often been there and treated her like he would any other friend of his sister, not as the odd little girl who believed in a variety of creatures. He'd been kind to her.

Rain began to patter down and she stood from her perch on a large rock, unconcerned with a charm that would keep her dry or warm. Strangely, the water felt warm, not icy. Then again, it was probably due to the lack of Dementors floating around.

The rain felt good, and as she stood there, it became heavier. Her hair quickly matted to her face and she was grateful for the waterproof charm Harry had placed upon her jacket.

A sudden glimpse of memory came to mind. She was seven and playing chase with Ginny. They were a little way from her house and it began pouring with rain. Ginny had begun dancing, if it could be called that, looking like nothing made her happier than dancing in the rain. Luna joined her, feeling a bit shy and awkward at first. Ginny hadn't laughed, hadn't made fun, and once they were tired of rain, they'd returned to her house where their mothers were sitting over a cup of tea.

Friends. She'd missed having friends – it was only natural that Ginny would become popular, and she'd found it hard to connect with others.

Lightning streaked across the sky and she started, making a dash for inside.

Near the Great Hall she heard a quiet murmuring, and she drew her wand – an unfortunate reflex left over from the last few months.

Tentatively she peered in, a curse ready, and sagged in relief when she saw it was Harry, standing in the middle of the room. Straining to hear, she realized he was repeating the same thing over and over and flicking the wand at the windows. Each window promptly snapped back into place, and she realized that Harry was wearing earmuffs and goggles over his regular ones to protect himself from flying glass.

He'd also been kind to her. He was a friend, and if his eyes were anything to go by, he needed a friend right now.

She took her wand from behind her ear and quietly joined him.