Harry didn't realize how tired he was until he got back to the common room. The victory party was in full swing when he arrived. He lost count of how many people told him he had been robbed with the points. Others finally agreed that parseltongue was an awesome skill to have. Quite a few ladies let him know that they would happily let him practice on them if he needed.
Finally, Harry found his way up to his bunk. He stared at it longingly before he stripped out of his clothes. The elves were amazing, but he didn't want to wake up smelling like this. Harry stumbled into the showers. He let out a loud, long moan as the hot water cascaded over his body.
He couldn't figure out why he was so tired. The task hadn't been anywhere near as physically demanding as last time. In fact, the hardest thing he had done today was help Cedric out of the tent. Talking with the dragon had been stressful at first, but that had faded rather fast.
It hit him all at once. Last time he had Hermione, every step of the way. She had been there when everyone else had turned their back on him. His fellow Gryffindors changed their tunes once he completed the task, but she never wavered.
Harry turned off the shower. He wrapped himself in a towel and began to trudge to his bed. Too late, he noticed he wasn't alone. His hand reached out, summoning his wand, his muscles tensing, waiting for the attack.
"Harry." Angelina spoke from near his bed. "You're safe."
"Angie?" Harry's brain was having whiplash trying to adjust to the new development. "What are you doing here?"
She was dressed in a long T-Shirt with the Harpies logo on it. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders.
"Come here." She opened her arms to him.
He didn't protest. Harry strode quickly over to her. She wrapped him in a tight hug. Her hands stroked through his hair. She hummed a soft melody as she held him.
"Let's go to bed." Angela stepped away, leading him to his bed.
Harry dropped his towel, not caring if he was naked. It didn't seem to alarm Angela either. She pulled back the covers to let him get in. Once he was settled, she slid in behind him. Harry closed his eyes as he felt her arms wrapped around him.
The warmth, from her being nearby and her care, was too much. He didn't realize he was crying until he took a breath. Angela began to pet him, gently stroking a hand through his hair. She didn't ask any questions, or offer any empty platitudes, she simply held him.
There was so much he didn't think about, so much he wouldn't allow himself to think about. He hated to admit it, but he missed his old life. Morgana, he missed his kids. He hated that he hadn't thought of them until now. They were gone. Maybe he'd have children in this life, but it wouldn't be them. Not to mention the kids he only recently found out were his.
He missed his friends. He missed his house. He missed the way Ginny would kiss him for luck before each game. He missed the sounds of the family at the weekly dinners.
It made no sense. In the last year alone, he had saved countless lives. Voldermort was dead. Only a few stragglers remaining Death Eaters were still alive.
Albus, Rose, James, Hugo, Teddy, and Lily were gone.
At some point he fell asleep. His dreams were a tangle of memories from a life that no longer was. He woke up, naked, but not alone in bed. Angelina was gone. Luna had taken her place. She was curled up against his chest, over the blankets.
Her bright blue eyes stared back at him as he woke up.
"When did you get here?" Harry asked.
Luna produced her wand from somewhere. She tapped his lips. He felt something wet and minty swirl around his mouth before fading away.
"I snuck in after Angelina left." She kissed him on the forehead. "I miss them too."
"You've never met them." Harry tilted his head to the side.
"I didn't, but Luna did." She shrugged.
"That makes sense." Harry nodded.
"I always make sense." Luna smiled at him.
"True." Harry sighed. "Thank you for checking on me."
"You haven't checked on me." She grumped.
"I'm sorry." Harry kissed her on the forehead. "I didn't expect the tournament this year."
"The old goat fucker is a crafty one." Luna spoke in such a sweet, dreamy tone that it took a moment for her words to process.
Harry laughed. "You could have warned me."
Luna shook her head. "Is and was, sometimes maybe, but never will be."
"Fair enough." Harry sighed. "That means prophecies are junk then?"
Luna rolled her eyes. "You can't lay an egg, that doesn't mean a dragon can't."
"Do you think Sunrise will try to woo Charlie?" Harry rolled onto his back.
Luna snuggled up beside him, using his chest as a pillow. She went silent for a long moment.
"Red-scaled Hungarian Horntail." She whispered.
Luna lifted her arm, her fingers twirled in the air. After a moment she placed her hand by her ear. She sat up sharply. Her eyes went to the window.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"She sleeps in the lake." Luna whispered. "She waits." Her bright blue eyes turned to him, they were unfocused, seeming to look right through him. "Your blood calls to her." Her eyes cleared. She giggled. "I can lay eggs."
Harry nodded.
"That was not pleasant." She snuggled back into place. "Nargels are horrible gossips."
Harry kissed her on the forehead. "I'll try not to make you lay any more eggs."
Luna hummed in contentment.