Summary: it's over
Warnings: Can't think of any
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling, Joss Whedon, and JRR Tolkien
“Team Alpha _ Assault”
“Luna, do you have a minute to spare?” asked Hermione, her head sticking though the doorway into Luna’s office.
“Certainly, please come in and have a seat,” answered Luna, and Hermione sat on the small sofa where Luna came to join her. Luna clasped her hands in her lap and waited politely.
“Well,” began Hermione, “I’ve been thinking…”
“Am I supposed to be surprised?” Luna asked, smiling.
“No, I mean, well, I’ve been thinking about Lupada,” Hermione hesitated, and Luna encouraged her.
“Yes? I think about her all the time, she’s really well worth a thought or two.”
“Right, but… she’s really Ada, isn’t she?” blurted Hermione.
“No, she really isn’t,” Luna assured her, “Ada is gone.”
“But you brought Ada here, you took her to Simone Belvoir, didn’t you?”
“I did, and Simone healed her wounds. But Lupada is not Ada. Not even Ada as she would have become in this dimension. She is unique.”
“Does this have something to do with whatever the warg gave her, then?”
“What, then?” asked Hermione.
“Do you remember our meeting in your suite in Barad-dur’? About what was happening with Fleur?” Hermione nodded. “Do you believe what I told you?”
“Well, it’s not exactly that I don’t believe you,” Hermione began.
“It’s fine, Hermione, it doesn’t hurt my feelings that you don’t believe it. It makes no sense to you, so you cannot
believe it. Does that make sense?” Luna smiled, and so did Hermione.
“Yes, I suppose that it does,” Hermione admitted.
“So then, if I were to tell you that the warg not only gave Ada the last of his life’s energy, but his soul as well, and that his soul kept hers from departing her body after she had died, thereby enabling me to return life energy to her after her wound was healed, and that further, this mixing of souls resulted in a being unique in all the worlds, would you believe that?” Hermione was silent for a while before her head began to slowly shake.
“Frankly, I don’t see how I possibly could,” she said through lips gone numb.
“And I would not expect you to, so it’s just as well that I did not tell you that isn’t it?” Luna’s eyes were dancing.
“Luna,” said Hermione carefully, “you and I are friends, right? I mean, more than just people who work together and knew each other in school. Really real friends, aren’t we?”
“Of course,” answered Luna, “only Ginny is an older friend than you, and I don’t see her nearly as often.”
“Yes, but since we are friends, I can ask you anything, right?” Hermione questioned.
“Certainly, Hermione, I have no secrets from you. I love you, and always have,” Luna replied.
“Thank you, I love you as well, and I really do treasure your friendship, but there is one thing…”
“Yes? You have but to ask,” assured Luna.
“Just between you and me, I promise. I swear never to tell a soul. Who are you? Truly. And if you say “just me”, I shall scream the place down.”
Luna smiled at her dear friend, and answered truthfully.
All through the Ministry, doors crashed open as Hermione’s scream reverberated in the halls…
This time for real…