Harry/Luna
“Don’t be afraid,” they said.
“You’re so brave,” they said.
Nobody understood that Harry on his own wasn’t some brave hero, he was scared.
It was walking across the grounds to the forest that someone grabbed him by the collar, despite him being under his cloak.
Harry looked over and saw Luna smiling so sadly at him.
“Nobody should make this walk alone,” she whispered. “Come on, Harry, I’ll hold your hand.”
Harry nodded and let Luna slip under the cloak with him.
Hand in hand they walked to the forest and Harry’s knees were shaking so hard at what he needed to do.
“I’m here, Harry,” Luna whispered. “You’re not alone.”
Harry wasn’t alone. He left Luna under his cloak when he he let Voldemort kill him.
Harry wasn’t alone when he felt lost after the war, an entity drifting alone without purpose. Luna would sit beside him on the roof of Grimmauld and place her head on his shoulder, reminding him he wasn’t alone.
On the sixth day of June, Harry hit one knee and held up his mother’s wedding ring in presentation to Luna.
“I’m moving on a feeling here, I don’t know, never have, but I want to grow with you,” Harry said genuinely.
Luna’s smile was as bright as the summer sun. “I love you.”
They both still had their demons that haunted them, they had bad nights. But neither of them were ever alone and Harry never felt so perfectly content.
They changed, they grew, they loved like there would never be another day because the two of them knew that death was merciless.
And with Luna by his side, Harry was able to see the beauty in being broken.