Title: Mantra
Characters: Luna (implied Harry/Luna)
Word Count: 150
Ratings/Warnings: G. Fragmented thoughts. Ye have be warned.
Prompt: Sixth Sense
Team: Thestrals
To hear is to forget.
She thinks she misses it, if she could remember what it was. The sound of the Quibbler's paper printer and her father's laughter and the hum of his wind chimes.
To smell is to recognize.
Thick, acrid, curling in her nostrils and she is pushing away the book and telling them that mother says the end result is explosive. Highly so. Perhaps another one?
To see is to remember.
Flash against her eyelids and then her mother just lays there, sprawl-eagled and goggles on tight and smiling like she always does in the morning. How can she forget?
To touch is to understand.
Gryffindor's sword is rather heavy.
To taste is to know.
Hands are taking her out of the mud and then it's dry, crusted lips and he doesn't taste like blood, he tastes human and ... it's like saving the wizarding world. Only nicer.
To Harry is to be.