The Sugar Quill
Author: Grim Lupine  Story: Kaleidoscope  Chapter: Default
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Disclaimer: Not mine

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: The characters in here are Luna and Draco. If you want this could be a romantic pairing, but I wrote it as, well, not even friendship. More like them being the only ones who can understand each other. Thanks to PirateQueen for beta-ing.


Very few people could incur the wrath of the Dark Lord and live to tell the tale. It just so happened that he was one of them, though ‘live’ was not the word he would use. It wasn’t living when you had to look over your shoulder for fear of meeting your end, with a single flash of green light if you were lucky. There were worse fates if you were not.

            Professor Snape was really the only one who could possible understand the mess he was living in, and so knew that the best thing for him was to be by himself and sort everything out.

            Before setting off on his glorious quest to destroy the Dark Lord’s soul, Potter had testified at Draco’s trial, stating that the had only gotten the Mark to save his and his family’s life. Just like, thanks to a left-behind Pensieve, he stated that everything Snape had done was on the orders and specific wishes of Dumbledore.

            Draco had curled his lip in a sneer at this typical example of Gryffindor idiocy, before receiving his pardon. At least Potter hadn’t been fool enough to expect any thanks.

            Seventh year was hell. Those who had been his…group, if not his friends, turned their back for fear of attracting the Dark Lord’s displeasure. Those who did not like him and never had, looked at him with mistrust and slight fear. The only thing that kept them from putting him in the Hospital Wing on a permanent basis was the fact that the Boy-Who-Lived had spoken for him, however curtly.

            He found himself, more and more, sitting in the Astronomy Tower, watching the stars outside. He took comfort in the fact that at least something in this was world was unchanging; unlike everything else he had known. His life had turned upside down, and he felt as if he were desperately clinging to what he wanted to be the floor but had all of a sudden become the ceiling.

            That was the first time she came up to join him; silently, without so much as a whisper, she sat beside him and turned her face up to the stars. He looked at her with his head cocked to one side, but she gave no explanation. That was all right with him. He didn’t feel like talking.

            It was only after the fourth night she had sat with him that he asked her why she came, why she visited the boy that the rest of the school desperately tried to forget even existed. Still, she said nothing. She just scooted closer to him and ducked her head so a loose piece of hair floated down to settle on his shoulder, as if to say, we blondes should stay together.

            “I suppose that’s as good a reason as the next,” he murmured, and traced the constellations in the sky with his fingers. He wondered why he had never noticed her before, even to taunt her. She certainly lent herself to taunting, being easily the most eccentric person in the castle. He finally came to the conclusion that she was the sort of person that, unless she came to you, you would never notice.

            Night after night, week after week, they sat there, looking at the stars in the blue-black sky. They rarely spoke, to each other or to anyone else who came there.

            She was quite easily the strangest person he had ever met. She kept her wand behind her ear, and stared at him with disconcertingly wide blue eyes as if it was the natural thing to do, and he was the odd one for not following suit. At times he thought he could understand her, just a bit, but he always fell slightly short.

            And then one night, abruptly, the world shifted. Everything turned right side up again; the kaleidoscope sharpened clearer and clearer, and he found himself seeing for the first time.

            No one else understood them. No one else understood their need for something unchanging, unchanging like the stars, unchanging like their unspoken nighttime meetings that always happened. Others pointed whenever they ventured up to the Astronomy Tower, as if they were some sort of tourist attraction.

            “…two of them sit there every night!”

            “…never speak at all, they just sit…”

            “…always knew she was loony, but looks like he’s cracked as well!”

            It didn’t matter, though. He knew there was nothing wrong with them. They were just the only sane ones in their world, and everyone else’s vision was too clouded to see it.

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