MOVING BLOG!

511. At Luna’s wedding, the whole of the front row of seats was reserved for apparently no one. Harry went up to her at the end of the service. “Luna, who was meant to sit there?” Luna turned her glassy eyes on him. “Oh, they did sit there. In a spiritual way, I suppose,” she said. She pointed out the seats one by one. “Right. That one’s for my mother, those are for your parents because I think I would have liked them, that one is for Sirius, the one next to that is for Professor Lupin - they were friends, weren’t they? - and that’s for Tonks, then Fred Weasley, then Mad-Eye, then Professor Dumbledore, then Professor Snape. I hope they liked the wedding.” She smiled and waved into what was seemingly empty space, before prancing off into the crowds. Harry had never felt so touched before.