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

The School

The park was empty after school. It would be the perfect place for lovers to share a kiss or a quarrel, and perhaps at another time such instances would occur. They had before, and they will again; such is the will of the world. But the evening in which our protagonist prospers, learning knowledge he knew not beforehand, the park is void of lovers of any kind.

The cool wind carried leaves of faded green, but green nonetheless, and animals of several sorts watched the interesting pair from the woods, the woods of which were not far off from the courtyard. And is interesting not why this instance occurred? Is not abnormality the center of our protagonist interest? Is it not possible that, upon learning of his own deviancy, he hast become attached, attracted, even, to the idea of the strange girl? The feasibility that he believes his own uniqueness to be strung along with hers- oh it is of great highness. It's an untrue belief, of course, but anxiety and fear know not of logicality and truth. Our protagonist was different, magical, before he met the girl, but he only discovered this fact when she arrived. So is it not natural for him to assume she was the reason he was different? That, without her, he would just be plain, boring, stale? Oh, who's to say.

Who's to say, indeed.

Harry sat crossed leg on the ground. Luna, being around social distancing length from him, was spinning in a slow circle like a ballerina. She would, after a moment, bow and skip to another place, doing a slow orbit around Harry. She was dancing to some song only she knew, to something entirely of her creation. Such as the Wrackaspurts were. And yet, Harry still wanted to dance with her. And yet, he still wanted to hear her mystery song. Though Harry was clumsy beyond comprehension, and he'd surely not flow to the rhythm as well as Luna is, he wanted to dance. It seemed appropriate in environments such as these, as natural as reading poetry under the stars. But, alas, he was deaf to the song that whispered in Luna's head, so Harry sat simply in the middle of the blond's orbit.

"I used to go to Hogwarts," she spoke midbow, "It's a school for witchcraft and wizardry. You were supposed to go too."

"Why didn't I?" Harry had the sudden fear that it was because he was a freak, even to wizards, or that he wasn't even an actual wizard. That he wasn't magical.

"Dumbledore said he wanted you to live a normal life, away from the whispers of being as famous as you are."

"Dumbledore?" Luna bounced to behind Harry and he had to shift himself to continue watching her.

"Albus Dumbledore," she raised her arms above her head and linked them before breaking out into another ballerina spin, "He's the Headmaster."

"Well, I wish he didn't," he snapped with sudden anger. "I wish I didn't live a normal life. It's fucking stupid." He took in a shuddering breath and spoke again, calmer. "I've been beating myself up for being normal for so long. I've felt out of place for so long. And all the while there's this whole other world where I belong and- and I've been fed lies about how my parents died. It just... it just feels cruel."

Luna stopped spinning and locked eyes with him. "It is cruel. It's why I'm here."

He took off his glasses and wiped them with his shirt, focousing on that instead of her. They weren't dirty in the slightest, but he needed to look at something other than her intense stare. Hs couldn't handle it. "What do you mean?"

"I ran away from Hogwarts to find you," her voice was gentle as she spoke. "I wanted you to know the truth."

He slipped his glasses back on. He bit his lip tentatively. "...Th...
thank you."

She gave no response, only resuming her dance.

Ten minutes or so later, all of which filled with silent pondering and Luna's graceful movements, Harry broke the silence. "Are you going to go back?" Harry figured Luna must miss Hogwarts; it was magic, for Christ's sake. Who wouldn't miss that? What Harry would give to spend even just a second in a school for wizards...

"Mhmmm I believe I am better off elsewhere."

Harry's jaw dropped. Elsewhere? Better off elsewhere? As if learning magic wasn't the best place to be!

"Hogwarts was never a place for me. I'm not liked. 'Nd, besides, I'd probably get arrested. I'm already a wanted criminal," she clicked her tongue, "Underage magic outside Hogwarts and all."

Harry bit his lip. "Where are you to go?" It was obvious to him she couldn't stay there, since she was a "wanted criminal" and whatnot. Whoever was after her would find her if she stayed here. She was probably to leave in the next few days. The idea made Harry frown. The pretty girl was his one connection to the outside world- to the world he should've been participating in- and he was going to lose her so soon. It hurt his heart to thinks about.

"Dunno," she smiled, "Anywhere but here and Hogwarts. I'm leaving tonight."

Tonight? Tonight! How soon, too soon... Harry burst out, before he could stop himself, (then again, even if he had had time to think and rethink his next words, the wouldn't have changed in the slightest): "I don't want you to go!"

But she just smiled. Being a runaway was good for her. She enjoyed it; moving from place to place, meeting new people, before she inevitably moved on again. Unknown to Harry, Luna had been on the run six months before she arrived in his small town. She left in the last semester of last year's school year and hadn't looked back. "I'm happy this way."

"I don't want to leave you."

"Then come with me, Harry. Run away with me."