Harry Potter, "Luna of the Fae" Luna/Harry
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Luna of the Fae
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Luna implied
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Warnings: HBP spoilers
Summary: When Faeries gather at sunset...
Harry wished he could see the world the way Luna did.
"Can you see it?" Her voice was just above a whisper, the thrill in her voice made his blood rise - his body warming to her husky tone.
Harry looked ahead where Luna was looking. They were alone, stepping out into the cold night as people from Bill's wedding reception continued to party, congested and tightly wound in family togetherness. Inadequacy and gloom still lingered in his head from Dumbledore's death, his fate, and his dissolved relationship with Ginny.
He needed some peace, and peace was before them in the form of a sunset - a mesh of otherworldly tertiary hues of red, yellow and blue.
"My mother said that at this time of the day, the Fae cross over from their world to ours, so they can enjoy themselves in the cover of our nightfall - creating festivals and enjoying a small bit in a world that once was only theirs." Harry looked at her dreamy eyes and they seemed entranced. The strange girl, a girl he felt understood him more than any other girl, seemed like she was under a spell. The ways she thought, moved, and watched the things of the world made Harry believe that Luna could be of the Fae herself.
"And when they cross, you can see their faerie dust mix the colors of the sunset. There are so many of them, with spirits of different shades and color, and the gathering of the lot of them creates the painted sunset."
Luna sighed, and Harry didn't know what was more beautiful - Luna's story or the way she wholeheartedly believed it.
Title: Luna of the Fae
Pairings/Characters: Harry/Luna implied
Word Count: 274
Rating: G
Warnings: HBP spoilers
Summary: When Faeries gather at sunset...
Harry wished he could see the world the way Luna did.
"Can you see it?" Her voice was just above a whisper, the thrill in her voice made his blood rise - his body warming to her husky tone.
Harry looked ahead where Luna was looking. They were alone, stepping out into the cold night as people from Bill's wedding reception continued to party, congested and tightly wound in family togetherness. Inadequacy and gloom still lingered in his head from Dumbledore's death, his fate, and his dissolved relationship with Ginny.
He needed some peace, and peace was before them in the form of a sunset - a mesh of otherworldly tertiary hues of red, yellow and blue.
"My mother said that at this time of the day, the Fae cross over from their world to ours, so they can enjoy themselves in the cover of our nightfall - creating festivals and enjoying a small bit in a world that once was only theirs." Harry looked at her dreamy eyes and they seemed entranced. The strange girl, a girl he felt understood him more than any other girl, seemed like she was under a spell. The ways she thought, moved, and watched the things of the world made Harry believe that Luna could be of the Fae herself.
"And when they cross, you can see their faerie dust mix the colors of the sunset. There are so many of them, with spirits of different shades and color, and the gathering of the lot of them creates the painted sunset."
Luna sighed, and Harry didn't know what was more beautiful - Luna's story or the way she wholeheartedly believed it.