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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-12-12 12:37 am
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-12-12 12:37 am
Entry tags:
Paparazzi (Harry/Luna, PG)
Title: Paparazzi
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Word Count: 385
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry had learned something important about friendships, being the most famous person in the Wizarding World for most of his life.
Author’s Notes: Written for Challenge 6 at the Dyno Drabbles Winners LDWS on LJ. My last week, but I made it to the final four, so I'm proud!
Harry had learned something important about friendships, being the most famous person in the Wizarding World for most of his life.
Everyone he met, from the first time Hagrid showed him into the Leaky Cauldron, wanted to be his friend because of his name and the scar on his forehead. The two things that most people judged him on were the two things he’d had absolutely no control over.
And, of course, as something went wrong and he was shown in the wrong light, those same people who had wanted to shake his hand and call him “friend” were the first to point out how they’d always known what a bad seed he was.
It was enough to make a boy cynical.
What he discovered as time went on was that there were certain people in his life that he could count on, no matter what else was happening. They were his personal winter’s fire: the fires in his life that burnt even brighter in the face of cold, bitter winds, and brutal snow.
And Harry had three of them in his life.
Ron and Hermione, of course, were two of them. Other people--hell, sane people would have abandoned him somewhere between the three-headed dog and the giant spiders, but they never had, sacrificing themselves again and again to be by his side.
The third, he had thought for a long while, was Ginny. She was supposed to be his great love, or whatever it was romantic people spouted on about. The thing was, it had only taken her four months of constant media scrutiny to call it, and them, quits.
But now, sitting in the damp grass along the shore of the lake with her hand loosely held in his, he knew what he should have realized in fifth year: it was always supposed to be Luna. Held as a prisoner of war for longer than he could even admit to himself anymore, she had come out the other side more attached, more dedicated to him than ever.
Not to mention, she had a certain way with the press: Every time she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were surrounded by reporters, she would grin broadly and pull up her shirt, distracting them long enough for the three war heroes to make a run for it.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Word Count: 385
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Harry had learned something important about friendships, being the most famous person in the Wizarding World for most of his life.
Author’s Notes: Written for Challenge 6 at the Dyno Drabbles Winners LDWS on LJ. My last week, but I made it to the final four, so I'm proud!
Harry had learned something important about friendships, being the most famous person in the Wizarding World for most of his life.
Everyone he met, from the first time Hagrid showed him into the Leaky Cauldron, wanted to be his friend because of his name and the scar on his forehead. The two things that most people judged him on were the two things he’d had absolutely no control over.
And, of course, as something went wrong and he was shown in the wrong light, those same people who had wanted to shake his hand and call him “friend” were the first to point out how they’d always known what a bad seed he was.
It was enough to make a boy cynical.
What he discovered as time went on was that there were certain people in his life that he could count on, no matter what else was happening. They were his personal winter’s fire: the fires in his life that burnt even brighter in the face of cold, bitter winds, and brutal snow.
And Harry had three of them in his life.
Ron and Hermione, of course, were two of them. Other people--hell, sane people would have abandoned him somewhere between the three-headed dog and the giant spiders, but they never had, sacrificing themselves again and again to be by his side.
The third, he had thought for a long while, was Ginny. She was supposed to be his great love, or whatever it was romantic people spouted on about. The thing was, it had only taken her four months of constant media scrutiny to call it, and them, quits.
But now, sitting in the damp grass along the shore of the lake with her hand loosely held in his, he knew what he should have realized in fifth year: it was always supposed to be Luna. Held as a prisoner of war for longer than he could even admit to himself anymore, she had come out the other side more attached, more dedicated to him than ever.
Not to mention, she had a certain way with the press: Every time she, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were surrounded by reporters, she would grin broadly and pull up her shirt, distracting them long enough for the three war heroes to make a run for it.