A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fic. Well, actually, it's my first fic in general, so be gentle. I've always been a fan of Luna, and I thought of this while I was walking in a park. It's sort of a little scene between Neville and Luna during Dumbledores funeral. So here you are. :
I don't own Harry Potter, Luna, Neville, or Luna's radish earrings and butterbeer cork necklace. If I did, I'd be a happy woman.
Luna played with her radish earrings unconsciously as she stared out at the sunset. Her father was talking with the professors before he would take her home from Hogwarts, even though she craved to stay. She understood why she needed to leave, though. Dumbledores death was just too severe.
Her hands dropped back at her side moments afterwards. She closed her eyes momentarily so that the warm air could wash over her, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. She didn't flinch or jump when she felt someones shoulder brush against hers, she just kept her eyes shut and smiled.
"Hello, Neville." Luna greeted in her regular dreamy voice, opening her eyes to look at him. Neville turned her head towards her, a mixed look of grief and curiosity on his face, but not even that made her smile falter.
"How'd you know?" Neville asked plainly, turning towards the sunset so that his eyes were no longer in contact with her big, round blue ones.
"I've memorized your body shape." Luna explained in the most simplest way. Neville just nodded. He learned long ago that Luna was different in such odd ways that it was almost unexplainable, and he no longer let her ways bother him. In fact, he'd grown a custom to them. "It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"
"It is." Neville responded truthfully, but he hadn't actually noticed how beautiful it was until she pointed it out. Luna looked back out at the sunset
"Some might say it's mocking us." Luna sighed, reached out her right hand, as if trying to touch the sun. "But I think it's trying to cheer us up. Like the earth knows of our sorrow." Luna explained, making random movements with her hand. She turned her head to face Neville, who had kept quiet and looked down at the ground. "What do you think?"
"I think you're right." Neville whispered, lifting his head to stare at the sun again. Luna joined his stare and let her hand drop once more. She slid her hand gently into his and sighed again.
"This spot has always been a favorite of mine." Luna told him, blinking her large eyes slowly, unflinching when his hand squeezed hers. "Whenever something bads happened, I come here. When I stare out, it reminds me that after something horrible has happened, only good things can await."
Luna continued to stare out as she took her hand from his. She took off her butterbeer cork necklace and took out her wand. Neville watched her with interest as she flicked the wand and the butterbeer cork necklace split in half and tied itself up again so that two butterbeer cork necklaces were in front of them. She grabbed one of them and slid it over his neck, then put the other one back on herself.
"What's this for?" Neville asked, looking down at his new necklace.
"You never called me Loony." Luna smiled, taking his hand again. "I want you to have it. For luck." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Hopefully I'll see you next year, Neville." She moved away from him and drifted away towards where her father was calling for her. Neville watched her go and sighed.
"Thank you."