Sometimes you get so close to someone, you end up on the other side of them.

Loony Loopy Lupin, they had called him. Not far from the harsh words being thrown at the mousy girl in the hallway. Professor Lupin resonates with a student and tries not to break his own heart in the process. TRANS!LUNA TW for Misgendering/ general transphobia.

Harry still had so many questions about the night Lilly and James were murdered. Despite the great number of adults in his life, he couldn't seem to find anyone to ask, either. After eleven years of having it beat into his head that he was not allowed to ask questions, Harry had learned his lesson as if it were written on the back of his hand.

Many days in Ron's life he had somehow taken on the position of Harry's older brother. A father figure with no discerning knowledge. One lost boy trying to save another. Ron had no qualms about reassuring him, it wouldn't be very long and he could come to finish the summer at the burrow. A promise heavy in his voice for his best friend to cling to like a drowning man on a lifeboat.

Lilly considered James' plea. What would Severus do? All these days the pair had spent nearly fawning over tales of dark wizards as if they were spooky stories to tell over a campfire. Had Severus taken them seriously? Surely not. Lilly felt as if she could crawl into the fireplace, and the heat would not do a thing for the chill running up her spine.