Memories of the Heart || Harry Potter x Reader

Y7 ~ Gringotts

The morning mist hung low over the cliffside, curling like ghostly fingers around jagged rocks that jutted out toward the sea. Below, waves crashed with a relentless rhythm, as though mourning in their own language. The air smelled of salt and damp earth, heavy with sorrow.

Y/N knelt beside a small, freshly-dug grave, her fingers brushing the uneven surface of a simple stone marker. The inscription carved into it was rough, but unmistakably heartfelt:

Here Lies Dobby,

A Free Elf.

The words seemed to pulse in the quiet, echoing faintly above the roar of the sea. The stillness was sacred, untouched. Her throat tightened.

Harry stood at her side, the wind stirring his dark hair. In his palm, he held a shard of broken mirror. Its jagged edge caught the dull gray of the overcast sky, flashing momentarily with reflected light as he turned it slowly, watching the world shift within its glass—from sea to sky, from cloud to wave.

Then, a voice, soft and distant like a half-remembered lullaby:

"The sky has lost a star."

Y/N turned sharply. The voice was unmistakable.

Luna stood a few feet away, her figure wreathed in mist. She clutched a small travel bag in both hands. Strands of her silvery-blonde hair drifted around her face, stirred by the breeze. Her eyes—wide, serene, and impossibly knowing—were fixed on Dobby's grave, her expression a tender kind of melancholy.

"My father used to say that," she continued, "when a child passed on. That the sky had lost a star, and somewhere, a new one was born."

Y/N offered her a soft smile. "That sounds like something he would say."

Luna's lips curved gently, but her eyes stayed fixed on the stone. "He believed in honoring the smallest of lives. Dobby... was brave. Free." She looked at them, her gaze quiet and luminous. "That matters."

Harry nodded, though something about Luna's grace tugged at his chest. He glanced down again at the mirror shard, the dull glint catching his reflection for the briefest moment.

Y/N's voice broke through the silence, cautious. "Luna... about your father—I didn't want you to think that we—"

"I know," Luna interrupted softly. She met Y/N's eyes with that calm certainty that always seemed just a little bit otherworldly. "I know you understand why he did what he did. That's why we don't need to talk about it."

The wind picked up, ruffling the grass and Luna's hair. Her calmness was both comforting and haunting—like sunlight behind storm clouds.

Y/N stood, brushing the dirt from her knees, and followed Luna's gaze toward the horizon. "Are you going to Hogwarts?"

Luna nodded slowly, her fingers tightening briefly on the strap of her bag. "It's time."

Harry frowned. "It's not the place you left."

Luna tilted her head, then looked back at him. "Neither am I."

She offered them both a small wave, her smile lingering like a trace of morning light through fog. And with a soft crack, she Disapparated.

The silence returned, layered over the crashing sea like a blanket.

Harry let out a quiet breath. "Always good value, Luna. I'll miss her."

Y/N turned toward him fully now, her face still soft from the farewell. But Harry wasn't looking at the sea anymore. His eyes traced over her slowly, catching on the unexpected details of her attire.