A/N so, I started this a while ago and only just had time to finish it! If you enjoy it or see something that can be improved; please review! Oh and thank you to my reviewers so far, they really mean a lot to me :) happy fanficcing!
Disclaimer: Umm, *looks down at self* no! Not Jo, just Holly :)
"Harry!" Neville bellowed over the commotion in the main hall. "Harry!" another random person hugged him and patted him on the shoulder, whilst someone in the near distance was shouting, telling him he'd done a good job. Him! Neville Longbottom! Help defeat the most evil and malevolent wizard of (most probably) all time!
"Neville!" Harry said; his voice hoarse and tired. His face was gashed and his glasses were cracked.
"Well done! You did it! You killed him, Harry, he's gone FOREVER!" Neville was laughing hysterically by the end.
"Yeah... I suppose..." Harry's face suddenly broke into a mad grin. The fact that he had a crimson cut on his face stretching from the edge of his mouth to his cheekbone gave the effect that Harry was actually a rather deranged clown.
"What?" laughed Neville, making a dull ache in his throat appear, he rubbed it absentmindedly with his calloused hand.
"He's really gone," harry said with a glazed look. Tears started to sting his eyes and he laughed, more full of life and joy than he could ever remember. He was half expecting Voldemort to pop up, brandishing his wand and cackling. But he didn't. And he never would.
"Listen, Harry," Neville said nervously, as Harry turned to at him. "Have you... Well... Um... " he trailed off, leaving Harry looking at him expectantly.
"Have I what?" prompted Harry, half amazed that the man who had stood up to Voldemort little over an hour ago was nervous whilst he talked to him.
"HaveyouseenLuna?" Neville asked in one breath.
"Sorry?" Harry asked kindly, as Neville took a deep breath,
"Have you seen Luna?" he asked while fiddling with a twirl in his hair.
"I saw her just after he died, she was over there," he said, gesturing to a massive hole in the side of the hall, it looked as though a giant had trundled through carelessly (which is probably exactly what happened) "I think she was still duelling." Harry looked up at Neville worriedly, "Neville, lots of people didn't make it. You can't be sure that she's aliv-"
"I know Luna, Harry. She's clever enough to stay alive."
Neville answered defiantly. Harry looked at him pitifully before patting him on the shoulder.
"Good luck," he said and Neville nodded before jogging through the doleful yet happy crowd, some mourning losses, others revelling in the end of the war.