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Title. Untitled
Author. Zee
Pairing. Small hint to Luna/Ginny
Rating. PG
Word Count. 705
Summary. Beautiful people.
Warnings. ---
Disclaimer. Not mine, not making any profit out of it.
Author Notes. According to my computer, I finished writing this on Oct, 08 this year, around midnight. I could swear I had written it around Aug, though. It just goes to show that I've been losing my mind. (Also, this was written for zagury)
Since she was very little, Luna Lovegood saw a many kinds of different, beautiful people. It’s funny because, when she thinks about it, the only people that she ever thought were ugly were bad, mean people (and, even then she had her doubts, because she always thought people were good). It wasn’t something her dad or her mom had taught her, it was just something she had always known: everybody is beautiful. The difference is that some people are true to their beauty and others use it to hide their true self.
It’s different, growing up with magic that no one believes around you. Magic creatures, magical stories, mystic potions; enchanted things that even most wizards didn’t believe. That her parents taught her; they taught her that she should never let others make her give up on her beliefs, and that she should always trust that things would work out somehow (and that’s what kept her - barely - sane when she was locked in the dark with Mr. Ollivander).
After her mom passed, her dad became a ghost inside the house. For a while, at least. He would walk around the house wearing his striped pyjamas, holding a cuppa tea on one hand and messing with his own hair with the other. She remembers watching him disappear into her mom’s study; she remembers the screams. Some days, he would walk around the house and never sleep. She thought hard, about what she could do for her dad, about what would her mom wanted her to do. In the end, she didn’t do anything; her dad just appeared in the kitchen one day, asked her to cut his hair for him (like her mom used to do) and, before leaving, asked her to take care because he wouldn’t take long.
She remembers clearly the first time she met her best friend, Ginny Weasley. She remembers it because they were going to Hogwarts, and some girls asked about her earrings. “Do you like them?” she said, and the girls started snickering - just to stop five seconds later when this tiny, kind of grumpy faced and most beautiful girl Luna had ever seen appeared. Luna looked at her, turning her head slightly, and smiled; the red head (her hair looked like fire) smiled back to her and then stared at the other girls.
After that happened, they would usually meet between classes to chat; sometimes they even had dinner together. Luna always lost her things; books, notes, sneakers, sweater. She usually mentioned it to Ginny with a smile; and on the next day, Ginny would give her whatever she had lost, claiming that she had found it somewhere in the castle. It was easy, talking to Ginny. The girl usually talked about Harry Potter and his friends, or complained about her brothers; Luna was happy to listen, was happy that Ginny confided in her.
The war was... expected. She always knew Harry had been right about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s return (she remembers asking Ginny, the year after she had been attacked by him, how Tom Riddle looked like, and that Ginny had said that he was handsome; but how can someone who has done such evil things be ever considered that?). When Luna fights in the war, besides her best friend and all of their friends, she fights because she still believe in people; she fights because she trusts things will be alright in the end, and because no one can make her give up her beliefs.
And when the war is over, and they’ve won, she cries. She cries for all the beautiful people that she will never meet, for all the beautiful people she met who passed; she cries and, in all her odd brightness, she cannot tell if it’s from sadness or happiness.
She remembers weeks later, when they were starting to help the rebuilt of Hogwarts, and Ginny held her hand and walked her a bit far from everybody else. She turned her head, curious about the smile on the red head’s face; and then Ginny says “You lost this” and puts her butterbeer cork necklace around her neck. And Luna smiles, tears threatening to leave her eyes. Ginny’s her favourite person in the whole wide world.
Author. Zee
Pairing. Small hint to Luna/Ginny
Rating. PG
Word Count. 705
Summary. Beautiful people.
Warnings. ---
Disclaimer. Not mine, not making any profit out of it.
Author Notes. According to my computer, I finished writing this on Oct, 08 this year, around midnight. I could swear I had written it around Aug, though. It just goes to show that I've been losing my mind. (Also, this was written for zagury)
Since she was very little, Luna Lovegood saw a many kinds of different, beautiful people. It’s funny because, when she thinks about it, the only people that she ever thought were ugly were bad, mean people (and, even then she had her doubts, because she always thought people were good). It wasn’t something her dad or her mom had taught her, it was just something she had always known: everybody is beautiful. The difference is that some people are true to their beauty and others use it to hide their true self.
It’s different, growing up with magic that no one believes around you. Magic creatures, magical stories, mystic potions; enchanted things that even most wizards didn’t believe. That her parents taught her; they taught her that she should never let others make her give up on her beliefs, and that she should always trust that things would work out somehow (and that’s what kept her - barely - sane when she was locked in the dark with Mr. Ollivander).
After her mom passed, her dad became a ghost inside the house. For a while, at least. He would walk around the house wearing his striped pyjamas, holding a cuppa tea on one hand and messing with his own hair with the other. She remembers watching him disappear into her mom’s study; she remembers the screams. Some days, he would walk around the house and never sleep. She thought hard, about what she could do for her dad, about what would her mom wanted her to do. In the end, she didn’t do anything; her dad just appeared in the kitchen one day, asked her to cut his hair for him (like her mom used to do) and, before leaving, asked her to take care because he wouldn’t take long.
She remembers clearly the first time she met her best friend, Ginny Weasley. She remembers it because they were going to Hogwarts, and some girls asked about her earrings. “Do you like them?” she said, and the girls started snickering - just to stop five seconds later when this tiny, kind of grumpy faced and most beautiful girl Luna had ever seen appeared. Luna looked at her, turning her head slightly, and smiled; the red head (her hair looked like fire) smiled back to her and then stared at the other girls.
After that happened, they would usually meet between classes to chat; sometimes they even had dinner together. Luna always lost her things; books, notes, sneakers, sweater. She usually mentioned it to Ginny with a smile; and on the next day, Ginny would give her whatever she had lost, claiming that she had found it somewhere in the castle. It was easy, talking to Ginny. The girl usually talked about Harry Potter and his friends, or complained about her brothers; Luna was happy to listen, was happy that Ginny confided in her.
The war was... expected. She always knew Harry had been right about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named’s return (she remembers asking Ginny, the year after she had been attacked by him, how Tom Riddle looked like, and that Ginny had said that he was handsome; but how can someone who has done such evil things be ever considered that?). When Luna fights in the war, besides her best friend and all of their friends, she fights because she still believe in people; she fights because she trusts things will be alright in the end, and because no one can make her give up her beliefs.
And when the war is over, and they’ve won, she cries. She cries for all the beautiful people that she will never meet, for all the beautiful people she met who passed; she cries and, in all her odd brightness, she cannot tell if it’s from sadness or happiness.
She remembers weeks later, when they were starting to help the rebuilt of Hogwarts, and Ginny held her hand and walked her a bit far from everybody else. She turned her head, curious about the smile on the red head’s face; and then Ginny says “You lost this” and puts her butterbeer cork necklace around her neck. And Luna smiles, tears threatening to leave her eyes. Ginny’s her favourite person in the whole wide world.