Fix a heart (h.s.) ✔

Love

Harry's P.O.V.

I sat here quiet a while, not really knowing what to do now.
Not nearly enough though...

What did that mean?
What kind of secrets were hidden by my father?
What did I not kow?
Then my thoughts went to my mother. I was utterly devastated when her eyes glazed over with tears to say the least.
I quickly got up, scrambling up the stairs to where I knew Gemma had lead the two women.
My mom had always been there for me and now I'd be here for her.

Luna's P.O.V.

I was leading a distraught Anne up the staircase, not exactly knowing where Gemma was taking us. One arm was around her shoulders, the other held her right hand tightly as she sobbed into her left.
"It'll be alright. No worries. Everything will be fine.", I kept repeating more to myself than Harry's mother.
Gemma opened a double door and inside all of the walls were made of glass to my huge surprise. We quickly sat Anne down on the huge hanging chair in the middle of the room. I turned and took a look around, utterly stunned by all the flowers and hedges surrounding me.
There were plants hanging from the ceiling, ivy lining the walls and all over the floor were flowers in pink, blue, yellow, purple, red and every other imaginable colour. There was a rose arch over the hanging chair of beautiful red and white roses.
The sound of water could be heard from the left far corner and when I turned, my eyes widened even more as a small waterfall came into sight. It lead into a pond where water lilies were floating gently.
"This is absoloutley gorgeous.", I couldn't help but whisper.
"We did it for my mother's birthday when I was barely ten years old", Gemma mumbled, coming to stand beside me. As I looked at Anne, I discovered that she had cried herself into a light slumber.
Suddenly a felt a wave of sadness and anger at what this wonderful family had to go through because of some company.
Anne was such a loving person just like Harry and Gemma. They all had a heart of gold and I couldn't help but get teary eyed when the door opened and Harry stormed in.
When he saw that Anne was asleep he instantly thew his arms around my waist, hauling me to his chest and hiding his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. I hugged my arms around his neck and pulled him close, resting my head on his strong shoulder. My right hand was massaging his scalp while the other kept it's place between his broad shoulderblades.
"Are you okay?", I asked, voice shaky and small.
"I guess so. Are you?", he questioned, pulling away slightly to study my features.
When I took in his expression it was clear that he didn't know if he should be angry or sad so I just nodded and pulled him close, knowing he needed my comfort more than I needed his right now.
"Let's take a seat alright?", I motioned to the small couch on the right wall and pulled him towards it, leaving Gemma next to her sleeping mother.

"What did you do now?", I couldn't help but be curious.
"First I told him he was sick and then I felt really sad..he looked shocked. Almost pityfull. So I sat down next to him and told him that I still loved him because I knew that he didn't have a choice other than becoming  cold and that we could help him. He said I didn't know nearly enough and called me champ...then he left.", Harry sighed as I grasped his hand, raking his free one through his curls just how he always did when he was stressed or frustrated.
"What you did was very brave.", I said in awe, stroking up and down his back. I often called him that and I couldn't help but continue since his actions kept amazing me.

"How so?", he huffed, green eyes searching for mine, desperate for some comfort.
"You weren't angry and uncontrolled. You honestly told him how you felt and even offered to help him. After everything he's done you're still able to love him and that makes you a  billion times stronger than him.", I reassured, smiling softly as he looked down at his converse clad feet.
"You think so?"
"Oh I know so, babe.", I chuckled lightly when he smiled.
The next thing I knew were his lips pressed to my cheek in a sweet manner, making me grin.

"I really don't know what I did to deserve you, Luna.", he mumbled after we had pulled away.
"I dont know what I did to deserve you. So I guess that's fine.", he chuckled lightly at the small shrug I gave him.
"Let's get upstairs okay? I want to show you something.", he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him, appearantly not giving me a choice.

"So, what is it?", I asked as I was seated on the edge of his rediciulously large bed.
"Patience, sweetheart.", he jokingly scolded, making me giggle.
"So, this is something my mémé gave to me when I was about four years old. She told me to give it to someone I love with all my heart.", he explained.
The golden medallion dangling from the tight grip in his hand, was shaped into a small heart, clearly able to be opened.

"It's beautiful, Harry.", I muttered after I got a closer look at the necklace he was handling so delicately.
"Just like you.", it seemed as though he had put no thought into what he was saying, simply letting his words of adoration flow, making me blush furiously.

"I want to give it to you.", he quietly said, carefully clasping it around my neck.
"But your grandmother said to give it to someone you love.", I protested.
"I am.", he started, making my heart just about stop.

"Luna, I'm in love with you."