The Little Things that Matter

Run Away and Sharing

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Title: The Little Things that Matter

Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat

Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley

Prompt: Run Away and Sharing

A Year and Six Months AF

There was a knock on the door to George's flat but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he pulled the covers up over his head. Why couldn't people just leave him alone?

What was it that Muggle storybook character used to say? Oh right. "Bah Humbug," George murmured to himself.

It was probably his mum again, or maybe this time they had sent Ron, or maybe even Percy. He refused to go to the Burrow. This was the day when he and Fred used to give everyone a whole bunch of gag gifts . . . it just didn't seem right anymore, without Fred.

The knocking continued until he heard a mumbled complaint (something along the lines of 'Oh bug it all') before the front door opened with a soft click. Quickly grabbing his wand, he pointed it at his bedroom door, shutting and locking.

"Oh, really, George, like that's going to work," he heard Luna say, as he bedroom door was opened too.

Peeking out from under his covers, he saw Luna standing in the doorway, one hand on her waist and the other dangling her wand at her side. She looked upset, if not mad. About what? With whom? Him?

"You're being ridiculous, you realize?" she said, moving towards George and sitting on the end of his bed. "It's Christmas, George."

"Bah Humbug," George murmured again.

"Bless you," Luna said, absentmindedly. "Look, you're whole family is waiting for you at the Burrow with presents and lots of good food and everything. I came to get you. So, get up, get dressed, and let's get going."

"I'm not going Luna. And you can tell them I said thanks, but no thanks."

"What good is running away, George?"

"What good is Christmas without my brother, Luna? I can't – I can't go over there. It's . . . I just can't, alright? It feels as if I don't have any family."

"And that's why you're being so ridiculous!" George sat up as Luna stood to her feet angrily. George did not think he had ever seen Luna angry before. It was rare, very rare. But to see her angry at him was . . . mind-blowing in the least. Her eyes flashed, her brow furrowed, a frown on her face . . . it was all so – un-Luna like. "You still have family, George! A family that truly cares about you and your well-being! A family that's worried about you and – and . . .!"

She trailed off, sitting herself back down on the end of the bed. She was silent for a moment before looking over at George sadly. He stared back at her, confused and a tad bit frightened. "Fred's gone, George," she said, softly.

He looked down to his covers where his fingers clenched tightly on the corners. Fred was gone. . . . That simple phrase nearly broke him into pieces. . . .

"I know it hurts," Luna continued, just as softly. "And it's going to hurt for a while. . . . But even though he has moved on, doesn't actually mean he's gone. He lives on in you and will keep doing so as long as you let him. And you're family . . . they miss him just as much as you do. I know he was your twin, but he was their brother, their son, and their friend. But if you hide from them, hide from the fact that Fred isn't coming back . . . you might as well have pointed the wand yourself."

Her voice shook. George looked up to see Luna was now looking away from him, down at her shoes, which were covered with pictures of dancing fairies. Her hair covered her face like a curtain, but it didn't hide her when she reached up to wipe her eye. "When – when my mom died . . . I felt really off center for a while . . . as if someone had just cut off a side of my body. Sure, I was young, but I was old enough to know the effects it had on me, on my dad. . . . But I still had my dad, and he was the one who rather helped me get balanced. People think we're off, but it's the way we helped adjust. . . . My mum, though, she had kept us . . . focused and so my dad did the same for me. . . . And then my dad died and – well, I – I don't know . . . I'm still dealing –" she paused for a moment, before looking up at me with a smile – "It gets easier as the days go by."

George swallowed back the lump in his throat. "It doesn't feel like it."

"I know," Luna said. "But for the time being you still have your family to help make it easier. That's the whole point of family."

"How'd you do it then?" George immediately flushed after asking the question. She had no family, not that he knew of.

But Luna shrugged as if it were the most obvious question. "I had you guys. My friends."

George couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. His family was hurting too, just as Luna said, and he sure wasn't making it any easier on them, he was sure. And here was Luna . . . without a family . . . and yet. . . .

He had a pretty good feeling that he was the first person she had shared these feelings with, just as she was the first one who had seen him this upset. . . .

"It's always good to talk about it," Luna said quietly.

"I –" George started. "I don't think I'm ready to talk."

"It takes time. Always does. But when you do, that's when it starts to get easier."

"It feels like I've got an empty space, Luna. How do you get over that?"

"You feel it with something else, something that you'll eventually love, if not more, but just as much, something that will make the hurt go away some . . . like your mum's wonderful treacle tart." Luna hopped to her feet, looking like the same Luna George was used to. "Now come on, are you going to get up and get dressed or am I going to have to make you?"

She held out her hand to him. George hesitated before taking it and pulling himself out of bed. "Wonderful, I'll wait for you," Luna said, stepping back with a grin.

"Alright," George said. He moved towards his dresser to find clothes to change into after his shower. Looking over his shoulder he saw Luna still standing next to the door, absentmindedly humming to her self. "Um, Luna . . . you're going to have to leave if I'm going to get dressed."

"Oh . . ." Luna blushed, another first from her for George. "Right. I'll be in the living room if you need me."

She backed out of the door. George shook his head before returning to the task at hand, wondering to himself. If it had been anyone else, George probably wouldn't be heading for the shower right now and then towards the Burrow. If it had been anyone else, George would have just told them to leave. But Luna. . . .

What was it about that girl?

A/N: So I felt Luna needed a serious moment. Obviously she was in Ravenclaw . . . she can't possibly be just the simple, loony girl we've all come to know. . . . I hope you guys liked it. Tell me what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter.
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