broken, flobberworms, rain
Broken, the wizard at St Mungo's calls her. Irrevocable. Insane. She remembers little, day to day; who is cruel, who is kind, who takes care of her.
It doesn't make any difference to him. Her memory is broken, but the thing that makes Luna Luna, that otherness that she has in spades, is still there, and he can't stop loving her just because she's forgotten she loves him most. She still loves him, in her own way, and he's content with that.
"We're getting flobberworms for Hagrid today," he says as he helps her dress. Orange and pink blouse, purple skirt with silver swirls. She adds a lime green sash, and refuses the socks. "The heavy rains have made them all come up to the surface. There's a mud wallow that should be a likely spot to find them."
"Mud?" she asks thoughtfully, then brightens. "Rain puddles? Can we jump in rain puddles? Jump in one three times, then backwards, and you might see a Winklewunner!"
"We can try if you want," he says.
It hurts sometimes that she doesn't remember his proposal (in the rain) or their wedding (on a boat, also in the rain), but that she never forgets her creatures. She's stuck permanently somewhere in her childhood.
But when she's distracted - not by rain puddles, or butterflies, or flobberworms, but by dapple of sunlight through leaves and music only she can hear - he finds it easy to leave his grief behind and love her solely as she is. He watches as she dances with sweet abandon, and falls in love all over again.