Chapter 13 : Bluebird
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I still hadn’t done any shopping for anyone and it was less than a week away. I wanted this Christmas to be the best one yet, since I had caused everyone so much pain.
I just couldn’t shake the feeling deep inside me. The feeling that Fred was not with us. Of course I knew he wasn’t with us, it just struck me that he wasn’t going to be coming home for Christmas
. I smiled at Luna one more time before we simultaneously turned on the spot and disapparated.
We arrived in Luna’s bedroom in a matter of seconds. I still couldn’t bear to return to the Burrow. It was full of too many painful memories.
I looked over at Luna. She was already making her bed. It was late at night and I could tell she was very tired.
“Sleep with me George?” she asked softly, turning to face me. I just stared at her. Sleep with her? Of course I wanted to, but I was only just out of hospital.
Seeing the look on my face Luna giggled slightly.
“Not like that George.” She said. I felt my face burning up. Of course that’s not what she meant. She smiled at me once more before heading into her bathroom to get ready for bed.
I took a deep breath and looked around me. Luna’s room was very unique. There was her large queen sized bed in the centre of the room, which was painted a pale blue.
On the opposite wall to the bed were five paintings. These were not magical as they did not move. They were portraits of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna. Linking them all was a piece of golden string. Taking a closer look I saw that it made up the words ‘Best Friends Forever’.
I quickly looked around the rest of Luna’s room. It was very simple, a large walk in wardrobe and a bedside table.
An image on the bedside caught my eye. I bent down and lifted it up. In the frame was a picture of a beautiful woman. She looked a lot like Luna.
“It’s my mother,” a voice said, startling me. I whirled around nearly dropping the photo in the process. Luna was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, wearing a short pink nighty.
I felt my breath catch in my throat as Luna crossed the room.
“She died when I was nine.”
It was then I realised how much she really did understand what I was going through. She had lost a mother. I couldn’t bear to lose my mum.
I set the picture down and enclosed Luna in a hug. I felt my heart speed up and the warmth of her small body against mine. I pulled her onto the bed with me, letting my hand slide down to her thigh.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever seen,” I breathed. She smiled and shook her head slightly before leaning in and kissing me.
I kissed her back before sighing into her lips and letting my head fall onto the pillow. I was exhausted after being in the hospital for all those weeks, and tomorrow was a busy day.
Luna, sensing my exhaustion, snuggled into my arms and shut her eyes.
“Goodnight George,” She whispered.
“Goodnight Luna,” I replied, shutting my eyes and immediately falling into unconsciousness.
The next morning I woke before Luna. She looked so peaceful so I decided to leave without waking her. I quietly got up and threw on the first thing from my trunk.
As I was walking down the winding stairs I was stopped by Luna’s father.
“George,” he began his voice raspy. “Where are you going?”
“Christmas shopping sir.” I replied. He chuckled at this response.
“There is no need to call me Sir, George, we are practically family.” His words triggered something in my mind. I gulped as I looked into the old man’s face.
“There was also something I needed to ask you.” I said, my voice quavering slightly. Mr Lovegood nodded at me to continue.
“It’s about Luna. I wanted to ask your permission to make her my wife.” I stumbled on the last words. Mr Lovegood looked at me through his glasses. I couldn’t read his expression.
“Well, George I can’t say I haven’t been expecting this. Luna does talk to me you know, and she is quite in love with you. She also told me about the healing power she had over you. The same thing happened with Luna’s mother and I. You see, we were young and I got into a bit of trouble and landed myself in St. Mungo’s. She was crying next to me and the same thing happened with us.”
He stopped suddenly staring into the distance as if remembering that exact day. Just as I was wondering if I should leave he spoke again.
“What I am trying to say is that I give you permission to ask her to marry you. And I have the perfect thing for you as well. Follow me.” He said taking slow steps back up to where I knew his room was.
When we arrived, Mr Lovegood walked over to his wardrobe. Very slowly he opened a draw and took a small object out. He walked back over to me and handed it to me.
I opened the small box to find a beautiful ring nestled in the satin.
It was a simple piece of jewellery, not to big, not to small. Just a pale blue sapphire surrounded by diamonds resting on a thin silver band. It was perfect, the blue matched Luna’s eyes perfectly. The same colour as a Bluebird, I always thought
“It was Luna’s mother’s engagement ring.” Mr Lovegood said watching my face. “I have kept it hidden all these years hoping that someday I would be able to present it to the perfect boy for her, and it looks like I found him.”
“Thank you,” I said, feeling the sudden urge to hug him. Mr Lovegood, as if sensing my urge, patted me on the back.
“Look after my girl. Now I believe you have some shopping to do.” With that he left the room. I took one last look at the ring, before pocketing it and apperating to a small muggle town.
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