#lunarryday

[spierfeld]

“Potty asked Loony to go to the party! Potty lurves Loony! Potty luuuuurves Loooooony!” - Peeves, Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince

[suspiciousnargles]

It’s Lunarry Day!  Here’s a sketchy Lunarry off to Slughorn’s party!

I’m off to work on colors for my Jily piece but I wanted to post at least something for this.  Harry also does not cooperate as much as his dad for some reason?  I’m pretty okay with how Luna came out, though.

[ghostingharudraws]

Harry Potter & Luna Lovegood

Wanderlust Couple

“She walked away from him, and as he watched her go,  He found that the terrible weight in his stomach  Seemed to have lessened slightly.”

— J.K. Rowling

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[foreveracharmedone]

Sometimes you feel so- You’re just- Trapped.

What are they? They're called Thestrals. They're quite gentle, really, but people avoid them because, they're a bit- Different.

[pixiestickers]

So I had a plan. A plan to write the first chapter of my next Lunarry fic, a continuation of Blame it on the Nargles (ao3, ff.net) and use it as my offer of content for Lunarry Day and well … inspiration to write didn’t hit me until Thursday night. I didn’t get very far and so instead of not posting anything for Lunarry Day I will post the little bit I did write and hopefully have the full chapter done in a few more days. This story has no title yet and is not beta read. And is angsty. You’ve been warned.

Harry was alone by the Great Lake, sitting under a tree and mentally compiling a list of all the things he loved about Luna. It was a distraction. A red herring to trick himself into thinking he wasn’t about to do something painful. Something he’d been putting off for days now.

Of all the tragic turns Harry had confronted in his life, this one felt especially harsh, because he was doing it willingly. No one was sneaking his name into a magical goblet placing him in a tournament full of dangerous tasks. No one was distorting his mind into perceiving events falsely so he would rush into a trap. And no one was murdering his mentor, forcing Harry on a journey to find Horcruxes alone.

This time it was completely on him. His choice. He was letting go of something that was one of the few bright spots in his life, snuffing it out all on his own. It was for the greater good, Harry had reasoned at one point after almost losing his nerve to follow through. A moment later he decided the sound of that didn’t fit with who he was and then revised his excuse as being a necessity to keep her safe.

To keep Luna from harm.

Luna, with those blue-grey irises set against wide dreamy eyes that almost always appeared to know something half a second before Harry did, speaking to him when words weren’t enough. He’d gazed into her eyes many times for comfort, for love, for hope. Harry would miss the ease just one glance from Luna could give him.

He would also miss her smiles. The way the corners of Luna’s mouth seemed permanently curved ever so slightly upward giving off the appearance of impishness. It was an outward sign of her ability to face life optimistically, and an ideal Harry admittedly struggled with, often looking to Luna as a guide back towards positivity. But it was her all-out smiles that he deeply treasured. A truly brilliant expression Harry was fortunate enough to not only have witnessed but also kissed on many occasions, usually while pushing his hands through her long blond waves that she most often had halfway tied up with some odd accessory, sometimes even her wand.

His fingers would no longer be able to thread through those strands or reach down and feel the warmth of her hand in his. The touch that reassured him he was real. That she was real. And that they were more than their tragedies.

Harry pulled at a tuft of grass, ripping the blades up in frustration. His list was not helping. Quite the opposite actually. He couldn’t comfort himself with thoughts of what he was letting go of. It wasn’t the distraction he’d hoped for, but rather a reminder of his grim road ahead and the dismantling of happiness Harry was about to set into motion to keep her safe.

Harry tossed the blades of grass and watched a breeze carry them away, before noticing the half moon indentations his nails had made in the palm of his hand.

“You know my mum used to tell me those were good luck.”

Harry jerked his head up and saw those blue-grey eyes he’d just been thinking of, staring down at him.

“She said it meant you were thinking on something hard enough that the answer to whatever was troubling you would eventually tickle your brain.” Luna lowered herself next to Harry and took his hand in hers, brushing her fingertips against the imprints his nails had left. “But in hindsight her theory was meant to comfort a younger me and my trivial problems. I don’t think it holds up well in the face of the life of Harry Potter. So maybe us talking it over will be a better solution to whatever it is that’s troubling you.”

This consoler nature of Luna was familiar and any other time, Harry would’ve fallen comfortably into their roles. Times were different now and there was no comfort in what he was about to tell Luna. His stomach knotted painfully.

[freya-faust]

Here's one of my meager contributions to Lunarry Day! I haven't seen everyone's works yet, but the ones I have all look and read magnificently! I'm really glad to see all the new content for this beautiful ship~

[house-of-mercer]

Can we talk about sassy!Lunarry????

Harry: *is yelling for whatever reason because in my mind, he's a whiny bitch that only needs a hug*

Luna: *starts drawing a muggle math equation*

Harry: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?!?

Luna: It's a muggle equation. I've got, "Harry's Anger" minus "Luna", but I can't really figure out who you think you're talking to?

[ghostingharudraws]

Harry Potter & Luna Lovegood

Wanderlust Couple

“They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly.  Harry did not know what to say, or what to think.” 

—  J.K. Rowling

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