Run Away With Me (hp) (Luna x Harry)

The Sun

Harry sat outside the orphanage, the morning dew on the grass caressing any part of him not covered by clothes. Harry wasn't supposed to be up and out before the matron called for breakfast; that's one of the reasons mornings like this were wonderful, he supposed. The cool wind, the crickets chilling, the rising sun, rule breaking. Oh, how lovely it all made a morning! And, without the other orphans nearby, Harry had it all to himself. He preferred the company of the sun entering the sky to the company of his classmates or housemates. The sun was interesting, infernal, internal, exceptional; the other children were not.

Who knew this beautiful Saturday morning he had experinced many times before would be interrupted by something- someone- just as beautiful?

"Hello, Harry," Harry jumped up from his spot on the grass. Was that the matron? Other students? Had he been caught? It would seem that all his previous assumptions had been incorrect, as the source of the voice walked out from the treeline.

Luna.

"Er, hello, Luna," Harry greeted awkwardly. How had she found where he lived? Which brought back the question from earlier, which traveled a similar path; how had she known his name? How so very strange, interesting! Odd! It drew Harry in like flies to honey; it hooked him like fish to bait! Harry was fascinated.

Luna, surely, was the most interesting thing that would happen to their little town.

"It's so nice out," she tilted her head at him, as if studying him, "You have very few Wrackaspurts." She walked over to where Harry stood and sat, Harry plopped back down next to her.

Harry jumped at the chance to make conversation. "What're those?" Luna just smiled at him; no answers in her eyes, just deluded joy. "Is that a good thing? The fact that there's not many of them?" Luna nodded.

"Oh, yes, a very good thing. It means you aren't distracted. Your head is clear," She plucked a piece of grass, still moist from the morning dew, and began striping it apart with her fingernails. Harry, having nothing better to do, mimicked the activity. Oh, yes, Harry could get used to spending Saturday Sun Rise Sit Outs (as Harry liked to call them) not alone. With anyone else, Harry would shudder at the idea of someone intruding on his private time. With Luna, though, Harry would welcome it. He hoped Luna returned to the scrubby old orphanage the watch the sun rise from it's slumber.

Harry also supposed he should do some research on these so called Wrackaspurts Luna kept seeing. Though, deep down, he knew that he would find nothing about them in any book he'd be able to find; that the creatures were of Luna's mind, her world, and not his. He would find nothing, surely, even after hours of flipping through library books. No one else would have a clue; no book, article, newspaper. Only Luna would hold his foreign, almost forbidden knowledge. Only Luna.

"Do you wanna see something interesting?" Luna's mellow voice broke their comfortable silence. She wore a long sleeved nightgown, the jacket she had entered the orphanage yard with now off her shoulders, resting in her lap. Not that he knew why; it was a cold morning, surely she should keep on the jacket. "Do you wanna see something new?"

Harry wanted nothing more. Whatever was interesting to Luna, was surely interesting to him. He nodded.

Luna smiled. She reached into the front pocket and removed a long wooden stick. It was a little less than a foot long. It was a pretty piece of wood, and the way Luna held it reminded Harry of the way wizards would hold wands on TV shows.

Harry did not entirely trust himself to speak, but his curiosity was roaring and he could not contain his excitement. "What..." it came off as more of a croak. He cleared his voice and spoke again. "What is it?"

"A wand."

The entire meadow seemed to hold it's breathe; crickets ceased their previously never ending chirping, the unstoppable wind seemed to stop swaying the grass, Harry himself stopped breathing login enough to bring on a strong feeling of lightheadedness. Luna smiled her signature smile all the while. She smiled as it that was a completely normal thing to say.

Then, she raised it, looked Harry right in the eyes, and muttered, "Lumos." Suddenly, from the tip of the wooden stick, a huge bright light was emitted. It lit up a maybe six or seven foot range, making the little circling surrounding them shine in a more definite light than the world outside it.

Harry gasped, his jaw dropping as he stared at the odd- at the different, new, mysterious, exciting- girl in from of him. She made things light up on command! Like the wizards from Saturday cartoons in the morning! Like the heros from comic books! Like fiction!

"Nox," she muttered and all of a sudden the light was gone, as quickly as it had appeared it had disappeared. Harry stared with wide eyes and she twirled the wooden stick in her hand.

"Can I... can I touch it?" Harry asked gingerly, gesturing to the wooden stick. He decided to push off more important questions until later; such as what the hell was that, and what the hell are you. As for now, Harry wanted to feel the magical stick. He had always seen in cartoons that the wizards discribed a magical feeling washing over them whenever they held a wand; Harry wanted to see if it matches reality.

She shook her head, her blonde locks shaking slightly with the movement. "Maybe later. I will have to look into if it's core will allow it," Core? Harry thought. The heck's a core? Luna smiled at him. "You are more special than you know, Harry."

Out of everything he had seen that morning, it was that that confused him most. He was just average, normal, boring, in what way was he special? Luna had already brought herself up from the ground and walked away, leaving Harry to ponder on the yard of the orphanage. He stared at her retreating back; thinking about the strange girl with a wand and magical senses.

You are more special than you know.