#lunevera

The nightmares aren’t new. 

Ginny’d been having them since first year, finding herself in the Chamber, the snake slithering towards her heart, Harry nowhere to be seen.

For Neville they started when he was a child, the night after he met his parents for the first time. He dreamt of them in stone, mouths agape in solid, silent screams. He woke up crying, words unfamiliar on his lips. No one came.

Luna’s nightmares started at nine, when her mother cast a spell that killed her, her body dropping to Luna’s tiny slipper-covered feet.

They didn’t know that about each other. Different houses, different years, different chambers and beds and silencing charms. No one heard them sniffle, or suffer, or scream. 

But in the Room, there was no point. Their efforts were focused on hiding from the horrors outside, not within. 

The first night they lined their cots across the wall, Neville awoke, biting back his mothers name at the last moment. That’s when he heard Luna, normally optimistic and wise and curious and strong, with her pillow covering her face and her chest trembling as she fought tears. Neville wondered if Luna’s mothers name was on her tongue too, or more like a lump in the back of her throat. 

He reached out, a hand to her palm, and stroked it with his thumb. Calming, soothing, just craving some touch in the darkness. 

They both heard Ginny thrashing about. She was used to waking up with her blankets twisted around her legs and her pillow crumpled to the side and her hands gripping the sides of the mattress, the back of her neck sweaty, her heart racing when she finally woke. However, without the curtains surrounding her bed, the pillow was thrown into Neville’s lap, the sheets pooling to the floor. Her arms grasping at air and her snores replaced with whimpers. 

Luna and Neville both got up, Luna pulling Ginny’s arms to her waist and Neville running his hands through her hair and they held her until her heart stopped pounding in her chest and her eyes lost the wild flare. They held her until she drifted back off to sleep, and it didn’t matter if Harry showed up in her nightmare Chamber. Because she was already surrounded by her friends, protected by their love.

The night of the war, when everything was chaos and Ginny couldn’t stop crying and Neville couldn’t get the blood out of the beds of his fingers, they held each other again. 

*cracks knuckles* do I?

They’ve been an official triad for over three years. Practically a lifetime in their eyes. It always seems like it’s been the three of them against the world for so long. 

Luna mentioned it one day, casually, the same way she mentions that Erumpant Horns can actually call the Giant Squid in the black lake, the same way she drops that Nargles are pink instead of the assumed blue

These are my life partners, Ginny and Neville, she introduces them at another War function, where Harry is the grand speaker and Draco sits annoyed at his side

Life Partners. The words roll around in their heads and it fits. It fits as well as their fingers thread together and their bodies mold together and their smiles form at the same time

They make it official one day, on the top of a hill covered with tulips. The breeze whips through Lunas blond locks and Ginny’s short bob curls around her neck and Neville beams brighter than the rays in the sun fixed high in the sky.

Neville ties a bit of daisy around Lunas finger, and affixes a sprig of lilac to a necklace Ginny always wears. 

Luna gives Ginny a petrified dirigible plum to wear on her right ear, and gives Neville a rock that’s shaped like a heart. 

Ginny gives them both sealed letters, knowing how precious the written word can be, letting them relive this day over and over

Hermione performs the ceremony, not a bonding one, but one built on trust and understanding

Neville kisses Luna, then Ginny, and then Ginny and Luna kiss each other, and Harry lets out a holler and Ron covers his eyes, and Draco gives Neville a hearty pat on his back, and Molly cries. 

Hey nonny!  I got a similar request from @nifflers-n-nargles, which has turned into a fic that I hope to post in a week or so. For now, I wanted to send you this mood board, while I collect my thoughts! Hope you enjoy!

He thought the Room of Requirement would be empty. After all, the war was over, wasn’t it? He killed the snake, everyone thought Harry died, and then Voldemort finally did, crumbling into ash and joining the rest of the destruction.

Harry had mentioned something about the Room being destroyed, murmuring something about Crabbe and fire and Malfoy on a broom. He had to see if it was true. If his home for the past year had turned into soot and rubble.

Somehow, the door appeared and as he stepped into the room he breathed a sigh of relief. It didn’t smell like smoke, or fire, or ash. 

It smelled like home.

The cots were all there, right where they had laid that morning, before the call, before Harry and Hermione and Ron crawled after him through the picture, before the Death Eaters and the shield and the destruction and the death.

He pushed all of that into the back of his mind, and turned his focus to his cot, to the empty one next to it where Luna slept, and towards the full one next to it where Ginny rested her head.

Someone, no, some ones, were curled under a blanket, and they most certainly were not resting.

He heard quiet moans, and sighs in reply, and hair that looked like fire creeping over the side of the twisted sheets.

“Luna,” Ginny cried, and Neville saw movement halfway down, a bobbing head covered by thin blankets.

Luna. Ginny and Luna. 

He knew he should leave, but he couldn’t. He was frozen, while he watched the others burn with passion.

“Oh gods, Luna,” Ginny cried again, and then her eyes shot open, back arching. Her eyes locked with Neville and she gasped.

Oh, Askr was always such a strange place to her. Also exciting! There was always so many things going on and so many new friends to make here. Still, when it got overwhelming she still had plenty of room for things that reminded her of home, like morning prayers and mending clothes, and its enough to help her settle right in.