Sweet\'s Little Collection

A/N: Alright, lovelies! I've added a rating system to the chapter titles to help those of you just looking for a certain kind of story. 

(*) Not sexual in nature.

(**) Sexual in nature. This could include allusions to sexual activity, or light smut.

(***) Graphically sexual in nature. This will include explicitly described sexual activity. 

I hope this helps as the collection gets bigger and bigger! 

Day Eighteen:

Luna stood at the edge of the battle, pausing to catch her breath as she gazed around her in wonder. She could hear someone crying. Flashes of light parried back and forth across the courtyard. Someone blew a hole in the stone wall, sending debris out into the crowd. She watched Cho Chang get caught underneath a falling stone that must have weighed several tons. She panted, struggling to draw air into her abused body. She could tell that at least one rib was broken. It hurt every time she drew a breath. 

Luna took a few steps, wide-eyed at the carnage surrounding her. Harry met her eyes briefly, and she smiled at the boy. He had a nasty cut alongside the left side of his face. He was favoring one leg, and his left arm was cradled uselessly against his body. She glanced to the long line of death eaters they faced. They were losing. It was her last thought before a curse caught her in the chest, just over her rapidly beating heart. She looked down to see blood blossoming across her uniform. Huh. "I thought dying would be more painful," she thought to herself, before collapsing to her knees. She fell backward, and found herself lying flat on her back, staring up at the sky. 

The sun was just starting to breach the horizon. It would be daylight soon. Perhaps the dawn would bring with it some reprieve for the side of the Light. She let her head fall to the side, almost giggling as her position caused everyone to seem sideways. Harry caught her gaze again, and she saw pain flash behind those green eyes. He started to make his way toward her, cutting down a vampire and dodging the echoing steps of a giant in order to get to her. He fell beside her, pulling her head onto his lap. "Luna, hold on..." he murmured, his eyes flashing around them, trying to find help closeby.

"It doesn't hurt much, Harry Potter. You must lead them to victory, Harry. We can not lose. In times of peril, they will look to find a leader that they can be proud to follow. You are that man, Harry. I would follow you to the ends of the earth." Luna coughed, blood bubbling out from between her lips. She chuckled, wetly. "It seems I already have. Goodbye, Harry Potter." Her eyes closed one final time. The reassuring smile she had offered the boy in her final moments froze on her lips with her last dying breath. 

Harry's eyes welled with tears. He gently slid out from under Luna, activating her portkey around her wrist that they had all been given. It took her body directly to the Great Hall, where it would hopefully remain safe. Harry sniffled as he wiped his nose against the sleeve of his robes. He allowed himself one moment to grieve, before an explosion of monumental proportions sounded closeby. His brows furrowed in determination. His jaw set with anger. He cast a few weak-willed and barely-effective healing spells at his broken arm, and his bruised leg. He needed to find Voldemort. He needed to find him now. He needed to end this.