Gray Blue Eyes, Luna/Harry
Title: Gray Blue Eyes
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Harry/Luna
Beta'd: Nope
Rating: PG for character death
Warnings: death, slight angst
Length: 469 words
Posted at: loonieslions, harryxluna
Author's Note: While trying to find songs for a Luna playlist for inspiration for my new challenge I came across Dave Matthew's Grey Blue Eyes. It instantly said Harry/Luna to me and the more I listened to it, the more this scene came to my mind. It's sad, and not very detailed, but I enjoyed writing it. There is so much more stuff I should be doing though, ugh...
Harry only had a second to feel triumphant before the sensation of falling and pain overtook him. The sound of Voldemort’s defeat was clearer than the sight of the dark wizard dying and Harry found he really didn’t want Voldemort’s anguish to be his last vision of life.
It didn’t surprise him that he would die, but he was quite shocked he managed to take Voldemort with him. He was proud, though- exceptionally proud of himself. Voldemort’s defeat made everyone’s death and sacrifice worthwhile. They were now heroes instead of martyrs.
But he was a little sad that he would die alone with only the cloudy sky watching him drift away.
“Oh, Harry.” Came her voice and relief flooded through him.
He felt softness under his head and a warmth that made him realize the rest of his body was icy cold. Then he saw her gold hair and pale face fill his field of vision but she was blurry. Frowning, he squinted, trying to sharpen her soft features.
“Your glasses.” Was all she said before she slipped them over his eyes and the world was clear again.
“I beat him.” Harry told her, finding it hard to speak. His throat felt full of fluid and he suddenly found it hard to breath. He tried coughing but that brought nothing but pain in his chest.
Luna didn’t respond at first and he heard her murmuring something. It must’ve been a spell because then the pain was gone and he was back to just looking at her.
“I beat him.” Harry told her again, wanting to hear something gratifying from her.
“Yes. You did.” Luna was smiling, but her eyes were so sad- sadder than he had ever seen them. Not even at Ginny’s funeral, or Ron’s, had they been that sad.
Harry tried to smile back, and he managed for a few seconds, but then Luna pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. All he saw was her gray blue eyes. She had always been there, holding his hand in his grief as he lost friend after friend, and she was here now. Harry felt her hands stroking his hair and he felt gratitude, and then something more.
“Luna- ” He wanted to tell her, tell her all of it, but it was getting harder to think and the light was beginning to hurt his eyes.
“Shh, now. They won’t come if you fight it.” She whispered to him and he felt her lips on his forehead. Something wet dripped onto his cheek. He couldn’t see her eyes anymore.
Thank you, Luna. He thought as the last light died away.
“Harry.” His mother called him, and he knew his father was with her.
Happiness carried him to them and Harry’s only regret was leaving her gray blue eyes behind.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Harry/Luna
Beta'd: Nope
Rating: PG for character death
Warnings: death, slight angst
Length: 469 words
Posted at: loonieslions, harryxluna
Author's Note: While trying to find songs for a Luna playlist for inspiration for my new challenge I came across Dave Matthew's Grey Blue Eyes. It instantly said Harry/Luna to me and the more I listened to it, the more this scene came to my mind. It's sad, and not very detailed, but I enjoyed writing it. There is so much more stuff I should be doing though, ugh...
Harry only had a second to feel triumphant before the sensation of falling and pain overtook him. The sound of Voldemort’s defeat was clearer than the sight of the dark wizard dying and Harry found he really didn’t want Voldemort’s anguish to be his last vision of life.
It didn’t surprise him that he would die, but he was quite shocked he managed to take Voldemort with him. He was proud, though- exceptionally proud of himself. Voldemort’s defeat made everyone’s death and sacrifice worthwhile. They were now heroes instead of martyrs.
But he was a little sad that he would die alone with only the cloudy sky watching him drift away.
“Oh, Harry.” Came her voice and relief flooded through him.
He felt softness under his head and a warmth that made him realize the rest of his body was icy cold. Then he saw her gold hair and pale face fill his field of vision but she was blurry. Frowning, he squinted, trying to sharpen her soft features.
“Your glasses.” Was all she said before she slipped them over his eyes and the world was clear again.
“I beat him.” Harry told her, finding it hard to speak. His throat felt full of fluid and he suddenly found it hard to breath. He tried coughing but that brought nothing but pain in his chest.
Luna didn’t respond at first and he heard her murmuring something. It must’ve been a spell because then the pain was gone and he was back to just looking at her.
“I beat him.” Harry told her again, wanting to hear something gratifying from her.
“Yes. You did.” Luna was smiling, but her eyes were so sad- sadder than he had ever seen them. Not even at Ginny’s funeral, or Ron’s, had they been that sad.
Harry tried to smile back, and he managed for a few seconds, but then Luna pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. All he saw was her gray blue eyes. She had always been there, holding his hand in his grief as he lost friend after friend, and she was here now. Harry felt her hands stroking his hair and he felt gratitude, and then something more.
“Luna- ” He wanted to tell her, tell her all of it, but it was getting harder to think and the light was beginning to hurt his eyes.
“Shh, now. They won’t come if you fight it.” She whispered to him and he felt her lips on his forehead. Something wet dripped onto his cheek. He couldn’t see her eyes anymore.
Thank you, Luna. He thought as the last light died away.
“Harry.” His mother called him, and he knew his father was with her.
Happiness carried him to them and Harry’s only regret was leaving her gray blue eyes behind.