'I'm mad for her.'

And with those four words to Ginny, Neville ran. He needed his one true love. Luna Lovegood. He had been separated from her when the Death Eaters at Hogwarts in the Battle attacked their pod. It was Neville, Ginny, Luna, Seamus, and a few others. Seamus and Luna had been siphoned away from the group. And now, in the aftermath, they were tallying the losses when he had seen that mop of blonde-white hair in the Great Hall with the dead. The one he would recognize anywhere. Lying on a table, motionless next to Seamus Finniginn and a few Quidditch players. He had stopped moving and gasped, mouth hanging open. He and Ginny had gone in to see. Who was dead. Luna was four tables from where they were. Ginny stopped walking when she noticed he had stopped.

"Is that..." Ginny's mouth gaped. They had all seen Luna as something special. Not quite as mortal as the rest of them. She was a fighter. The concept of her dying? It wasn't possible. Which brought us to where Neville was now. Running through the tables guided by that beacon of blondish white hair. He finally reached the pale girl and let out a soft cry. It was really her. Her eyes were gaping wide and her flesh was cold. He grabbed her stiff hand and clenched his eyes as the tears fell. Ginny was close behind him.

"I loved her." They said at the same time. Luna was Neville's true love and practically Ginny's sister. Neville clutched the ginger girl close as the tears fell down both their faces.

Just a Neville Luna oneshot. Review?