Edited. RIP. No new chapter. Fei I didn't do an extravagant edit, just rewording some sentences.
Luna/George oneshot! (Heavy on the friendship) This idea came to me as I sought out a story to read, when I found 'In Loving Memory' by GuiltyRed the title gave me this little idea, oh! And sorry for punctuation mistakes, you have been warned! NOT BETAed! Thanks to MiaCara for pointing out a lot of mistakes I've made in the original posting, thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing well except for the lab and plot, but that is just beside the point!
The click of shoes against old cobblestone provided an echo across the grand halls. The portrait door creaked open. Avoiding the picture of his late uncles, consumed by sadness, loneliness, anger, above all emptiness the lanky man steps through.
His twin, his other half, the yin to his yang; now gone. Slumped against the entrance wall the lab he and his best friend once spent every spare moment in. A hideout from prefects, teachers, Flinch. A sacred place, belonging to them and no one else. Staring down the wooden table, it's continents majorly being layers of paper after paper strewn across it. A caldron on a stool in the opposite corner. George reminiscing and mourning the time he spent with his twin, he didn't realize that the portrait door had, once again opened. The feather-light feet pattered their way towards him till he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"Luna"
"Hello, George" all light and airy tone gone. Empathetic and terribly broken tone remained. If there is such a thing. In his opinion he liked her voice when it was airy. George trusted the blond, there would be no alternative way for her to gain access to the lab. His uncles wouldn't just let any stray dementor in here, password or not.
"What am I supposed to do now? I can't move on. He's my twin!" George looked at Luna, as if he were a lost puppy trying to find his way home.
"You'll be ok, a little shaky starting out, but you'll be alright, I can understand" George could feel something inside himself snap, akin to Harry's Nimbus two-thousand Whomping Willow accident.
"You understand!? How could you possibly understand what I'm going through! Did you lose your twin tonight?"
"No, but I lost the only family I had left" Luna stayed calm, her voice silk and her face blank. She turned her head to look at him. Rain cloud colored eyes wet, "We all lost someone today, you know" George was baffled; Luna continued speaking calmly as realization rang like a muggle church bell on a Sunday morning.
"Luna, I shouldn't have sai-" , a raised petite hand as a symbol of pardon.
"I don't want your condolences; your pity or apologies George. My father died a hero in someone's eye, not a batty old nutter who believes in odd catchers. Lavender, Remus, Tonks, Dobby all died heroines too. Hermione fought the hardest, took the most pain and suffering. They all died of heroines George. Fred, your Fred, he died one too." She swiped away the tear that had flooded from his deep brown eyes trailing down the freckled cheeks. "They died for us to live and be happy. Carry on and love. But if you shut yourself away from the world all the things they died for will never happen. At least Fred and Hermione are together. They moved on to the afterlife together. Same with Tonks and Remus they died fighting to love one another. I bet on my wand Fred died hoping you found the same love he shared with Hermione. Cherish the loved ones you have; don't mourn the ones you've lost. Fred will never leave you. He'll be the one looking back at you when you look into a mirror. George, your family needs you right now. You need to go to them. Off you get"
"Luna you're right" he cut her off before she could say goodbye, "Fred fought for everyone to move on, find love and happiness but the thing is I don't need to find anything. I found mine a long time ago." George scooped her into his arms for a hug.
"Good" George couldn't help himself but chuckle at the witches quippiness.
George took Luna with him as he exited the small portrait door. Hands grasped the others tightly; they didn't notice the smiling twin standing with his uncles, as he held his know-it-all bookworm in his arms.
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