Word: 18. Whomping Willow
***
Harry watched aghast as Luna, smiling dreamily and not paying attention to her surroundings as usual, walked right into the Whomping Willow.
"Luna - NO!" he yelled, as the blonde head disappeared into the leaves. His heart exploded. It was pain, it was loss, it hurt. Realisation - too late - "Luna, come back!" he ran towards her, reaching out, "This is stupid, but I can't - I don't want to live without - Luna?"
Luna stared quizzically. "Join me, Harry?" She patted the grass.
Harry stared. The Whomping Willow, far at the other end of the lake, lazily walloped an acromantula. "Oops."
|