A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. So yeah.
Emelia Pond was laying on a bed in the hospital wing, dying. She knew she wasdying, even though everyone, Neville especially, kept telling her that she would live. It was alright, though. Emelia had had a good life. She had made so many friends, and she had fallen in love with Neville. Neville. She would miss him. He would be heartbroken when she died, but she thought he would get over it eventually. She opened her eyes and smiled weakly as Neville sat next to her bed and grasped her hand. "Hey Neville..." She said. Neville managed a smile, though she could tell how much it hurt him to do so. "Hey, 'Melia." He said softly. "Madam Pomfrey said that you're getting better," he lied. Emelia smiled and patted his cheek. "Don't lie to me. I know I'm dying." She said, her voice weak. Neville's smile dropped off his face. "Emelia..." He said. "Neville. It's alright. There's nothing we, or anyone, can do about it." Emelia said. She leaned forward and hugged him, then kissed his cheek. She lay back down, her eyes closing, a smile on her face. "Love you, Neville.." She said softly, as her eyes closed for the last time, never to open again, and her body stilled. Neville realized that it was over, that the girl he loved, the vibrant Emelia Pond, was dead. He hugged her still warm body, his shoulders shaking as he cried.