“I’ve always had a fascination with the moon, you know?”, she whispered, dirty blond hair shimmering in the soft light of the moon she stared at, waving gently in the cold night breeze.
“I suppose it may have been because I was named after it. Luna. Both the moon itself, and its embodiment. The idealisation of a silent watcher, a goddess, so close yet so far, consistent across the years, across continents, spanning lives, cultures and beliefs”, she continued, voice soft, heedless of his sharp emerald eyes, watching her as he sat by her side, silent, listening.
“Perhaps because, a long, long time ago, me and mummy and daddy would clamber up to the roof of the Rookery, and just watch the new moon cross the sky. Or maybe because it was only companion I had on those night after mummy had her accident, sitting alone on the bed as daddy tried to drown his shattering world in the kitchen below”, she mused, legs kicking over the open air below as they sat on the parapet of the Astronomy tower.
His hands crept along the bare inches of stone between them, intertwining her dainty fingers in his larger ones, a soft smile blooming across her features, as her grip tightened, holding onto his hand like a silent lifeline, her silvery eyes glistening as she stared at her namesake.
“I’ve always wanted to visit it, you know? Go there, see what it's like, see what the world looks from so far away”, she remarked, “I always thought it was impossible. Magic couldn't cross the stars. Yet… yet muggles had done it. With no magic, no precedent, just determination. And…. it makes me want to go there all the more.”
Luna glanced at him, her silvery eyes, usually so distant, meeting his emerald ones, burning with uncertainty, “But…if i went…Would you come with me?” Harry smiled softly at his best friend, one of his closest companions as he held their intertwined hands up between them, raven locks swaying in the cold night breeze, “I’ve already told you Luna. I would follow you anywhere.”