When Luna died, there was a woman waiting for her on the other side of the Veil.
It wasn't her mother, like she'd almost expected. It wasn't a blood relative or even anyone she knew remotely at all. Instead it was a woman with bright red hair that burned back from a pale face that housed brilliant and familiar green eyes. The two women regarded each other solemnly; their eyes spoke a language that minds couldn't comprehend.
"Is this all that there is?" Luna asked. Disappointment stirred inside of her, high in her chest, beneath her scorched skin.
The woman inclined her head. Long lashes temporarily shielded those eyes, and a husky voice said, "No, not quite. We do get to go somewhere else. It's a lovely place, really."
"Then why aren't we there all ready?"
Pale lips twisted into a wry smile. "Because as soon as we'd get there, you'd be mobbed by over-enthusiastic males. James and Sirius have declared you a hero, you know."
Luna shrugged. "That's because they're men. And fools."
That startled a laugh out of the woman, and she glanced admiringly at Luna. "So you know what you did was not a wonderful thing; and that rather than sparing pain, you caused it."
"Of course." Luna's tone implied that she was no idiot. "It'll a take a long time to heal over a third person dying in as many years, and even though you and I know that it was my choice and not his fault, he'll still blame himself. It's the nature of heroes."
The woman stretched out a hand. "All the same, I'd like to thank you for saving my son."
Luna reached out and took it.
There was no bright flash. There was no sound. Just suddenly, irrevocably, they were gone.
A/N: I'm feeling prolific. Sorry if this sucks, but it just occurred to me that there aren't any stories that I've read involving interaction between Luna and Lily. I'm hoping the background story is evident based off of their conversation; if otherwise, oh well. I know what I was trying to write. Oh: all mentioned characters are property of J.K. Rowling.