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Basic backstory: Luna and Cedric were friends before they went to Hogwarts, as they both lived near each other in Ottery St Catchpole. If you still have questions at the end let me know.

Luna takes his cold hand in hers. There is dust settled over his clammy skin; it makes the ashen pallor grotesque in comparison to her own milk white skin.

His father is crying over his corpse at her side. They are still screaming behind her, Cho perhaps the loudest of them all. Luna wants to turn to them, tell them to be quiet - that the time for mourning has just begun with You Know Who's return.

Of course, Luna doesn't remember the Dark Lord's reign of terror but her father still bears the mental scars. She often yearned to know what he'd been like before...

Her stomach roils as she reaches out and closes Cedric's grey eyes. Now he doesn't look so... horrified. It's a small comfort. For he shall never see the sunshine again, feel the wind on his face and through his hair, smell the aftermath of heavy rain - and Luna hates that. It's a new feeling - she's never had cause to hate before. The feeling of bereavement is not a new one, however, and she knows there will be more deaths, more tears and cries of anguish to come.

Wherever Cedric is now - and her mother too, they will have company before long.

Amos Diggory turned to her when she closed his son's eyes, and he watches her now as she tucks Cedric's lifeless hands beneath his elbows. Smooths out his mussed hair and presses a kiss to his cheek. He could have been resting; alive, he often rested in that same way beneath the sky, though, of course, his chest moved up and down then.

The cold skin beneath her lips is a painfully sharp reminder that he's gone and can never come back. That she'll never again feel the smoothness of his warm cheek beneath her lips. Never feel his hand on the small of her back as he comes up behind her in a crowded corridor. Never see the sparkle in his eyes as he smiles just for her.

Even as she says, "Sleep, Cedric. I must say goodnight for now, but we shall meet again," she feels his loss like a broken bone within her. It pierces everything vital; everything she needs in order to live. It moves whenever she breathes - and there's a sense of finality. Of a fractured bone finally broken into shards.

Amos' cracked voice draws her out of her thoughts, "Merlin... You really loved him... And all this time... I-I told him - I told him-"

"I know what you told him. I know what you think of me - and my father... I know." She closes her eyes as she finishes. She doesn't want to talk anymore. It hurts to - especially about that. About Cedric distancing himself from her, even going so far as to go to the Yule Ball with Cho. That nearly undid her, that and Cho being the thing he'd miss the most, in the second task. Those two things wounded Luna, hurt her.

But not as much as this.

She opens her eyes as people come rushing in. She lays a hand on Cedric's cheek, thinking, we shall meet again. This is not the end.

It does little to ease her pain.

A/N: Written for Camp Potter, Paintball (war fics): prompts used -

Mandatory: Write about a loss during either war. (Canon loss or not. It can be a lost battle,lost loved one, loss of dignity, lost wand. Whatever you want.)

Optional: 1. Dust 2. Broken bone(s) 3. Yearning

4. "Goodnight, sweet friend. You lie but sleeping. Someday we will meet again."- Emilie Autumn, "Goodnight Sweet Ladies"

5. Sunshine

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