This is my first fan fiction so bare with me, i'll try my best.

Chapter one

Luna's point of view:

I love the mornings, they are the best time of the day, just me and Neville, talking, laughing. The smell of tea would fill my nostrils as I woke up. Smiling I would open my eyes to see Nev was still there. Even though I knew he loved me I feared every morning I would wake up and finding him gone for one of 2 reasons: what if someone has kidnapped him because he played a huge part in the war; or, more likely, he'd wake up one day and realise he had been with this crazy girl far too long and put up with her nargle rubbish for too long. Yet every morning he would wake just before me to make me tea and come back to bed just to make sure he was the first thing I saw. I loved him and for some strange reason he loved me back, he put up with my ideas even with others call me nuts.

But today was different, as soon as I woke and saw the muffled light through my eyelids I could tell something was wrong. There was no smell of tea, no body shape blocking some of the light from reaching my closed eyes. Neville was gone.

Panic rose inside me like a strong wave crashing down and breaking the ship that had tried so hard to stay afloat, where was he, has he left me? Opening my eyes I quickly scanned the room when my eyes reached the note on the bedside table, he's left me. He left me and has told me in such a small sheet of paper. Taking a deep breath I reached for the paper, my clasp on it revealed the fear I felt on the inside seeping out to my hands making them shake. How could he do this? I am so afraid of losing him, he knows this, how could he. Reading the note sent guilt down my spine, but before I could let it make a home fear and worry crushed me. How could I think the worst of Neville? He wouldn't leave me, no, he'd been kidnapped.