I know this isn’t what Jo wrote, but in my head this is how it is supposed to be.
Harry needed someone who would be able to just sit and listen to him. Who would be able to make him laugh. Who could tell him stories. Someone who could love him for who he really is. Not because he’s The Boy Who Lived, but because he is, as much as he was in that night on the hut on the rock, just Harry.
Luna understands him.
(Source: sweetheartonfire)

