Author's Notes: This is something new that I'm trying out … it's a challenge fic that's basically taking two or three quotes and tying them into a story. "The world has been sad since Tuesday" is from the short story A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings, "No one told her life would be long, but she wishes now someone had told her the signs of dying," is from a song called Playing With the Radio, and "I'm not afraid … I'm with you," is, of course, from Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.

Anyway, it's an experiment. Tell me what you think.


The world has been sad since Tuesday. She watches the rain with detached interest, remembering her mother's soft whisper: Shh, darling. Don't you know that the rain is nothing more than all the little angels crying?

She realizes, with a dazzling stab of pain, that now her mother was up there crying, too. She glares at the tiny beads of water as they slip through the open window; her mothers tears had always been tinged with pink from an experiment gone wrong. She stretches her hand, slowly, towards the sill and smiles as she catches the heavenly droplets in her palm.

Luna thinks of her mother's soft smile, her gentle kiss right before bedtime, and imagines that every drop that settles on her body and soaks into her dress holds a small piece of Celeste Lovegood; she thinks that perhaps if she catches enough she can put them all together and hold her mother in her arms.

It's a silly dream.

Still, it's a nice one and for a moment she can almost feel those long arms wrapping around her shoulders. She begins to cry, for the first time, her tears mingling with the raindrops that cover her face.

No one told her that life would be long, but she wishes now that someone had told her the signs of dying. She remembers her mother's cough, her hoarse words as she lay in St. Mungos, gently stroking her daughter's hair as she faded from the world. Luna, my Luna, she'd whispered, Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid, Luna had promised, I'm with you.

Tears had sprung into her mother's eyes as she'd promised, I'm so sorry to leave you. And with that she'd gone, slumping into the covers and abandoning her family forever.

Luna hadn't understood, at first, because they'd all promised she'd get better, that she'd be all right, but now she wasn't and suddenly, wet and cold as the rain on her arms, it hit her that she'd never see her mother again.

The door behind her opened but she didn't turn as her father rushed in. He ran passed her, slamming the window shut. She hated him, for a moment, because he'd locked her out, kept her tears for the grass and the dirt and the trees.

"Luna," he cried, "What are you doing? You'll catch sick!" She nodded wordlessly, her gaze on the puddle beneath her. Mom. Mom. Mom. "Why aren't you at the wake downstairs?" He asked softly. "Are you all right?" He turned to search the sky for answers to all their questions. She watched him begin to tremble, and then shake, and she knew that he was crying although he made no noise. "Remember what she used to say?" He asked, his voice breaking. "About the rain?"