phoebe_phoenix

Luna used to be her little princess. And now she is Luna's angel. A short character study of the Ravenclaw in late child years.

fragile (adj.) 1. easily broken or damaged, 2. weak and uncertain; easily destroyed or spoilt, 3. delicate and often beautiful. Example: A fragile alliance / relationship. ``A series of three scenes, exploring the frail beauty of budding friendship, love, and how easily it all shatters. H/G

fragile (adj.) 1. easily broken or damaged, 2. weak and uncertain; easily destroyed or spoilt, 3. delicate and often beautiful. Example: A fragile alliance / relationship. ``A series of three scenes, exploring the frail beauty of budding friendship, love, and how easily it all shatters. H/G

fragile (adj.) 1. easily broken or damaged, 2. weak and uncertain; easily destroyed or spoilt, 3. delicate and often beautiful. Example: A fragile alliance / relationship. ``A series of three scenes, exploring the frail beauty of budding friendship, love, and how easily it all shatters. H/G

Hermione believes Harry's mourning Sirius has gone on long enough. She wants to help, but telling him he must move on is by far the easiest thing. Harry / Hermione friendship, Hermione's PoV. Songfic, but understandable without knowing the song itself.

Harry has managed to get through the whole of his sixth year successfully and is about to complete his seventh and final year, sit his NEWTs and finish Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with Hermione and Ron. The tragic deaths of his parents and especially Sirius hurt as ever, though Harry has found a way to live with it, he does not show any more emotions to anybody. But one evening, surrounded by a happy family Weasley, the loss of his parents and Sirius is too much for Harry to take in. He wants to save them and comes across a Time-Turner. But meddling with time is always an action accompanied by confusion, and why should it be different this time?

Captured in a dark room, servants against their own will - this is where Harry and Ginny find themselves, on their own, without means to contact anybody, without hope. What does it take to break them?

It's quiet in here. And dark. Moonlight has been blocked out by thick, black curtains. Certainly Madam Pomfrey's work. It annoys me; I like to watch the faint glow of the moon and the stars dancing on the ceiling at night. It must be about two or three o'clock in the morning. I smell the cup of tea that was brought to me a few hours ago and which I ignored on my bedside table. It's probably stone cold by now. I don't want it. I don't want any of this anymore. Voldemort is dead, yet so is Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. How did it get to that? Ginny, supposedly sleeping in the hospital wing, thinks about the events... and the day after.