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Going to Slughorn's Party from HBP

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Still Fighting by Aeryn

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Summer at the Burrow by Rainmaker135

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Flights of Fancy, by Goldy. It is funny that such a mundane thing—visiting the graves of their dead parents—can bring them so close together.

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Luna: "Would you like me to fix it for you? Personally, I think you look a bit more 'devil-may-care' this way, but it's up to you." Harry: "Erm, have you ever fixed a nose before?" Luna: "No, but I've done several toes - and how different are they, really?" -- Half-Blood Prince (film)

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Through
by Goldy

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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He hates and loves the way she looks at him.

 

She looks at him like she can see through him, right down to the parts he never shows the rest of the world—the parts that he keeps secret, even from himself.

 

Maybe it’s the eyes. Protuberant eyes. Maybe that’s it, and she’s not really seeing him at all, not like he thinks she does.

 

And does it matter?

 

No, he admits, it doesn’t, because he’s still thinking about her, all the time, and he doesn’t know how to stop, and he so badly wants to know what she sees when she looks at him like that. When she looks right through him.

 

He both hates and loves it.

 

He feels resentment to all those that claim she’s off her rocker. Completely mental, Ron says. But that’s Ron, always jumping to conclusions.

 

The Prophet claimed I was nutter, he thinks. What does it matter what others say? They can’t ever know.

 

So what if she’s Loonie? There are worse things to be. Far worse things to be.

 

He’s beginning to understand her. Inside, she’s different. She has to be different. She has to feel pain and loneliness, just like everyone else.

 

When she looks at him, he knows she’s seeing the scared boy hiding in the cupboard, the one that still thinks he’s there. One day he’s bound to wake up and discover Hogwarts is just a dream.

 

But what a hard dream Hogwarts is turning out to be. His future is murky and death is a danger to all those around him. The image of his godfather slipping into the veil haunts his every step. It hasn’t been a very nice dream, after all.

 

One day he asks.

 

“What do you see?”

 

Her eyes blink, slowly, and she tips her head back to look at him. For a moment he’s stunned by the realness of her beauty. He swallows.

 

“You,” she says simply.

 

Me?

 

“Yes,” she repeats. “You. Harry.”

 

He hates and loves her answer.

 

He kisses her, and she tastes sweet, like powdered sugar sprinkled over biscuits.

 

Afterwards, he expects a Luna-like answer. Careful of the nargles she might say, even if he still doesn’t know what they are.

 

Instead she looks at him, that same look on her face, the one that goes through him. With a jolt, he remembers her words.

 

You.

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