(Luna/Neville)
No I know, that I can't make you stay, but where's your heart, but where's your heart?
I should have gone after him, running as I am now, red converse boots hitting the ground as I run away from everything. I'm scared, my mind clear for once.
I should have run after him as I knew now he would have run after me. I don't know where he is. They say he was looking for me right at the beginning of this war. I didn't want to know – it makes me feel guilty – what if he's been hurt… or worse?
He never got the chance to say what he wanted to say. I should have stayed with him. I should have ignored his direction to run.
And now it's too late. I can feel it. As I kick aside stones, rocks, and what looks suspiciously like an arm, getting mud and gore all over my shoes, I know I won't find him alive.
I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone…
I jog through the ruined hallways, looking for him. He had the sword of Gryffindor last time I saw him, and I spy the sword lying discarded upon the floor a few feet away.
I can't reach it fast enough, though I can see that it is only the sword – he is not there too. Which means a couple of things – maybe he was killed elsewhere, and the sword was looted and then dropped. Or perhaps he's still alive, but just dropped the sword.
I don't know, and my mind starts overworking, thinking of Nargles and Crumple-Horned Snorcacks, Wrackspurts doing the tango in my stressed mind.
I don't see where I'm going anymore, and run right into someone.
It's Seamus, covered in soot. As usual. As Professor McGonagall says, Seamus has a particular proclivity for pyrotechnics. He stops short when he sees me.
"Luna." He says, and I know what's coming.
"Where?" I ask, not bothering to ask who, because I already know.
He looks at me for a moment. I don't have any patience left.
"WHERE?" I repeat, loudly.
Seamus looks over my shoulder, and I speed past him, down the hallway, to the left, because I know now.