Harry/Luna
“You’re just as sane as I am,” Luna said with her eyes glowing in the darkness of the night.
Harry had slipped from the castle, drawn to the grounds that had a couple of thestrals eating a cowhide outside Hagrid’s hut.
“I’m completely mad,” Harry told Luna, his eyes on those beasts that represented death.
Luna’s smaller hand slipped in Harry’s. “All the best people are.”
With Luna by his side, Harry embraced absolute madness.
When he heard a voice in his head, Harry spoke back to it.
When dreams plagued him of glowing rooms and snakes, Harry thought of flying his broom through clouds of cotton candy and raindrops made of champagne.
Luna stuck by Harry’s side in a way that nobody ever had before. It felt like a dream in some ways, having this brilliant and unique girl loyally standing beside him, but Luna assured him he was awake.
“I don’t want to be a pawn in their war,” Harry whispered to Luna when they stood in the Astronomy Tower and counted the stars.
Luna’s smile was as beautiful as it was deadly. “If you’re ready to be more than a cog in their machine, then let’s do it.”
With Luna by his side, Harry set the world on fire and danced in the ashes.