Three years had passed since Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood had broken up, so shortly after the war's end. In that time, Luna had traipsed all over the globe, hunting for strange and possibly fictional species of plants and animals.

Luna had returned to Britain that summer, to visit her beloved father.

Luna had showed up on Neville's doorstep in early July, with a smile and a gift of some unearthly plant.

"It's supposed to bring strength to other plants in the same greenhouse." she'd explained.


As the summer wore on, the two spent increasing amounts of time in each other's company, with the unspoken desire to rekindle their relationship.

Neville and Luna sat on the small balcony of Neville's apartment, chatting. Luna's lips tasted like cherries - one of her - suprisingly normal - favourite foods. Luna's golden locks were blowing around her face in the light summer breeze. She smelt vaguely of cherries. Cherries were Luna's favourite food. Neville had been slightly surprised to discover Luna liked, such, well, normal foods.

Neville took a deep breath.

"Luna? I need to say something to you."

"I'm supposed to be worried by that statement, aren't I?"

"Look, Luna, this summer is absolutely amazing. If it weren't for you being here, I'd be having a far less interesting summer. I'm not even sure what day it is, half the time, but all that matters, honestly, is being with you. I remember the last time I spent a summer, with you, but it all ended after that. Breaking our promises, it hurt. At least, it hurt me. Anyway, we broke up because we both wanted to do separate things. If we decide to continue with this, how will we manage it?"

Luna gently pressed a kiss to his lips. "Calm down. Wait a minute, I want to show you something."

Luna returned with a well-worn book in her hands.

"What is that?" Neville asked.

"A book."

"Believe it or not, my mental capabilities do stretch that far." Neville retorted.

"Hermione gave it to me for my seventeenth birthday. It's Courage, by J.M. Barie."

She flipped open to a dog-eared page.

A line had been underlined.

"God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December." Neville read out slowly.

"We remembered each other during the years we were apart, we sent cards, for birthdays and Christmases and gifts to boot. I care for you, Neville. I'm willing to spend many more endless summers with you. Isn't that enough for you to trust me?"

"It is. I'm sorry, Luna."

"It's quite alright." Luna returned with a smile.