the gentle moon / george weasley

is there a moon here?

'I never thought you couldn't do it August... I just never wanted you to go through what I did. I didn't want anything to happen to you. I knew you would live, I always knew you could. I just fear the pain you would endure...'

She lay facedown, listening to the silence. She was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. There was this instant relief her body felt, this instant release of the cosmic hold her body always felt. It was peaceful, freeing all at once.

Her hands grasp at the floor beneath her and it felt damp, almost like moss. And there was a soft hum from a songbird, almost like it was just a distance away. When she opened her eyes, it looked like the morning sun was rising over a dense fog above a pond. When her eyes finally focused, she realizes she had been here before. It was not the forest she had just been in with Big, this was home. She sees a fallen tree by the edge of the water, where she had spent many late nights with George one summer. Sometimes Fred would be there, with a ring of smoke coming out of his mouth, and his eyes squinting. Both of their faces always had a permanent smile on them when they were out here with her.

She pushes herself up, expecting pain, but there was none. She's on her knees looking down at herself, and there was no blood. Nor scars. Her skin was untouched, and she notices more freckles than she had ever seen on herself. Her hands go to her hair, subconsciously and it is long. She thinks she did it, she finally made it to her resting place. This was the afterlife she thought. And then all she thinks about is them.

And before she can question why she is all alone here, why she was punished with isolation for internity, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over, tears threatening to fall from the fear of being alone and she sees-

"Harry?" She gasped, but then she notices, there is no scar. But she has no scars in the afterlife, so why should he? Their scars were both their most hated feature about themselves, so maybe his went away too. But no, this Harry seemed a few years older. He didn't have green eyes.

"Little moon." He smiles a sad smile.

Harry never called her that.

"Mr. Potter?" She says, but he just laughs.

"What happened to Uncle Jamie, eh?" James smiles at her, pulling her off the ground. She then sees her. Lily's smile was wider than his. She pushed her long red hair back asshe drew close to her, and her green eyes, were so like Harry's. She sees it now, she's Harry in them.

"Lily."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Am I dead?" She says.

"You beautiful girl. You brave, brave girl. Let us walk." She grabs her hand.

"Is mum here?" She asked.

"She sent us." James said, linking their arms together, "She feared that if she met you here, you would stay."

"Stay?" August asked, looking up at him. He looks just like Harry. "I can leave?"

"Do you want to stay?" Lily asked.

"I have a choice?" August asked, "But you're dead."

"Oh yes," said James matter-of-factly.

"Then . . . Wouldn't that mean I'm dead too? How could I leave if I was dead?"

"Ah," said James, smiling still more broadly. "That is the question, isn't it? On the whole, little moon, I think not."

"Not?" repeated August.

"Not," said James.

Lily and James looked at each other, still beaming.

"She looks just like Moony." James smiled at Lily.