She usually found him alone, just arriving back at the cottage after a walk along the beach, or sitting in the tall grass staring at that old book, or, sometimes, watching from around a corner like he was avoiding someone. Today she found him sitting on the hill next to the flat stone that bore the name of a tiny hero. This time, she reckoned, interrupting a deep thought might do him some good.
“Have you seen the thestrals?” He looked up at her with a little jump, apparently having not noticed her sudden appearance beside him.
“Luna, you know I can see them,” Harry said, not too patiently, but she took no notice and sat down beside him. He looked anywhere but at her face and settled his grim gaze on the stone on the ground before them. “I imagine we all can now.”
“They’re in the clouds today,” she said pointing up at the brilliant blue sky. His gaze followed her finger up, up and up, and he said her name as a question before the words that were to follow caught in his throat. She looked over and found his whole face shining in a smile that was slowly spreading outward from his eyes and mouth.
“They are the clouds today, Luna.” She reached over and put a reassuring hand on his arm, because it looked to her like his eyes were starting to sparkle with unshed tears. His hand immediately covered hers, and they sat there watching the clouds move, the two of them swaying together for a few minutes.
“I’m glad you’ve found your way again.” She said it like an afterthought and felt him stiffen as he turned toward her.
“What do you mean?”
“Your scheme with Griphook. It’s made you you again.” The smile she gave him radiated pride, but his face only returned a look of bewilderment. But only for a moment. He quickly smiled like he was amused.
“It would be better if we didn’t need him.”
“You don’t like him much.” Harry’s mouth opened as if to reply, but he apparently thought better of it and instead took a deep breath. “The goblin is a wonderful storyteller. You should ask him about the Sniggleberry King one day. He tells it better than Daddy does. Oh, and he makes a delicious cup of tea.”
“You know Luna, I should really stop being surprised when you see the good in someone,” he said, beaming at her proudly.
“Oh, but Harry, you see it too. I know you do. Otherwise the hinglyglops wouldn’t be so attracted to you.” His eyebrows dipped a bit towards his nose and he looked like, Luna thought, that he was going to ask a question, but he sort of half chuckled, half coughed prior to simply saying thanks.
An owl streaked across the sky above them after a moment, and Luna got to her feet to watch the bird land at one of the cottage’s windows. “That’ll be my new wand. Mr. Ollivander really is a dear man.” Harry stood as well and simply nodded his agreement. “I think you’ll be leaving us soon,” Luna stated as she turned back to him. “Good luck, and remember that water-born porlakindinks sprayed in the face of an attacker will render them speechless for up to five minutes.”
Harry tired for a small, unconfused smile and mostly succeeded.
“They are hard to find though,” she said thoughtfully. “Will you be visiting the underground fog lakes of Bulgaria on your journeys?”
“It’s a definite possibility.”
Her smile was warm and her thoughts a little bit distracted as she turned from her slightly less lonely friend and made her way back to the cottage and all the wonder of her new wand.
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Date: 2010-11-27 11:00 pm (UTC)“Have you seen the thestrals?” He looked up at her with a little jump, apparently having not noticed her sudden appearance beside him.
“Luna, you know I can see them,” Harry said, not too patiently, but she took no notice and sat down beside him. He looked anywhere but at her face and settled his grim gaze on the stone on the ground before them. “I imagine we all can now.”
“They’re in the clouds today,” she said pointing up at the brilliant blue sky. His gaze followed her finger up, up and up, and he said her name as a question before the words that were to follow caught in his throat. She looked over and found his whole face shining in a smile that was slowly spreading outward from his eyes and mouth.
“They are the clouds today, Luna.” She reached over and put a reassuring hand on his arm, because it looked to her like his eyes were starting to sparkle with unshed tears. His hand immediately covered hers, and they sat there watching the clouds move, the two of them swaying together for a few minutes.
“I’m glad you’ve found your way again.” She said it like an afterthought and felt him stiffen as he turned toward her.
“What do you mean?”
“Your scheme with Griphook. It’s made you you again.” The smile she gave him radiated pride, but his face only returned a look of bewilderment. But only for a moment. He quickly smiled like he was amused.
“It would be better if we didn’t need him.”
“You don’t like him much.” Harry’s mouth opened as if to reply, but he apparently thought better of it and instead took a deep breath. “The goblin is a wonderful storyteller. You should ask him about the Sniggleberry King one day. He tells it better than Daddy does. Oh, and he makes a delicious cup of tea.”
“You know Luna, I should really stop being surprised when you see the good in someone,” he said, beaming at her proudly.
“Oh, but Harry, you see it too. I know you do. Otherwise the hinglyglops wouldn’t be so attracted to you.” His eyebrows dipped a bit towards his nose and he looked like, Luna thought, that he was going to ask a question, but he sort of half chuckled, half coughed prior to simply saying thanks.
An owl streaked across the sky above them after a moment, and Luna got to her feet to watch the bird land at one of the cottage’s windows. “That’ll be my new wand. Mr. Ollivander really is a dear man.” Harry stood as well and simply nodded his agreement. “I think you’ll be leaving us soon,” Luna stated as she turned back to him. “Good luck, and remember that water-born porlakindinks sprayed in the face of an attacker will render them speechless for up to five minutes.”
Harry tired for a small, unconfused smile and mostly succeeded.
“They are hard to find though,” she said thoughtfully. “Will you be visiting the underground fog lakes of Bulgaria on your journeys?”
“It’s a definite possibility.”
Her smile was warm and her thoughts a little bit distracted as she turned from her slightly less lonely friend and made her way back to the cottage and all the wonder of her new wand.