When the new Professor McCurdy of Mystical Cognition, assigns Luna and Ginny a project on dreams, both girls remember memories, they'd forgotten. As Luna's curiosity for twin souls, leads her to a mysterious book with the help of Narcissa can she fi...
The sky was full of stars, twinkling millions of miles from Luna, though covered from view by clouds. Just as her own heart's desire was hidden.
All around, Luna, the snow was falling in drifts touching her hot cheeks and lips. A last embarrassed blush of all that had just occurred. Hardly noticing the snow or the cold she glided through the trees. Her perfect dress, crusted in ice. Her shoes improper for a night trek in knee deep snow on the moors. Yet still she continued her dress sparkling from its own light, leading the way. Appearing to glow for all the world like a ghost if a startled muggle happened by. Though, the night was frigid so she didn't expect to.
Star, purred happily and musically to herself from Luna's only pocket. She could feel the puff snuggling in her dress. Knowing all she'd have to do was open her pocket to see it glowing like her perfect night sky. Another tear trickled down, she felt incredibly cold.
Soon, she left the trees far behind. Climbing in swirling snow, each flake teasingly kissing her. Through the snow she was sure she could hear a girl's voice lilting and echoing back to her.
"I've been remembering us as children a lot. My happiest memory is you." Luna sighed, thinking of Ginny.
She knew if she turned she'd see the burrow. It would be far down in the valley, now. She knew only one glimpse, before it was lost to sight once she crested the hill. She shouldn't, she knew that, but her answer clearly was to look.
Below the rolling hill stretched to the forest and within its depths. She saw the glowing lights of Ginny's house, by heart. She imagined she heard music, drifting over the hills. It was peaceful and Luna stood there still. A dreamy look overtaking her sad eyes. Had it only been a few hours ago, since she'd been standing with Ginny?
Again she was sure she heard her voice "I don't know what any of this means. I feel like I am too old to find out."
Her own voice seemed to tinkle back to her mockingly "you're never too old to follow your heart."
Under a night sky, peppered in stars they'd held hands. There was the slightest hint, Luna even thought. That maybe Ginny loved her too. Impossible now, she'd agreed to marry Harry. Still as is so often true of daydreamers, the images of Ginny couldn't leave her heart. Ginny's precious green eyes, her beautiful red hair and her pouting lips, always smiling. The sound of her laughter or the blushing of her cheeks. The way, she loved so completely and gracefully, though she'd deny it walked. Luna knew she was captivated by everything.
Of course, Ginny didn't know and she'd never realize, how Luna felt. To Luna words unspoken, where the loudest of all.
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Ginny Weasley, sat woodenly on the sofa Luna's words replaying over and over. It was painfully clear how full of desire for her best friend, she was now. A love she'd been so sure was wrong. One that couldn't be, wait no shouldn't be?
