I love how Harry just genuinely likes Luna. Not in a romantic way, but in a “I don’t know how or why but I get you and you get me and I’d be honored to call you a friend and if anyone messes with you I’ll wallop them” kind of a way. I think he just marvels at her level of don’t give a fuck and her absolute sense of self. And then he and Ginny partially name their daughter after her (Lily Luna) and that to me is just fucking precious.
One of my favorite moments in the books - which I really wish had been in the movies - is in the sixth book when Romilda Vane is being all snotty about Harry sitting with Neville and Luna, and Harry just snaps “They’re friends of mine”. And after Romilda backs off, Luna comments that people expect him to have cooler friends than her and Neville, to which Harry responds - completely straightforwardly - “You are cool”. That’s it. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. And Harry really believes that, he’s not just being condescending about it or trying to make Luna (or Neville) feel better. Because Harry has a much deeper definition of ‘cool’ than you’d expect, and I love him for that.
If anything, Harry knew where to choose his friends. Truly, as I think back on all of his adventures, he’s had friends who supported him, friends who he could take after. Getting into rows with them, asking forgiveness, receiving advice, guidance, camaraderie—Rowling captures Harry’s relationship between his friends perfectly. In particular, Luna was something special. She was someone that Harry could identify with without even trying. He just got her quirkiness, her rather strange individuality and he deeply respect her influence of self. Needlessly to remind you of the moment where Harry entered Luna’s room in the seventh room. It goes without words how much Harry genuinely cares for Luna being in his life as a friend. Like seriously, it’s not intimacy but a rush of true platonic affection.
(Source: scaredywolf, via thediagonallie)