Curses were flying across the air everywhere; green and red entwined in the sky above them. Neville was running, shooting spells at anyone that crossed his path. He knew where he wanted to go; he knew where he needed to go. Green swooped over his head, missing him by inches. He pointed his wand at the culprit, muttering a simple two words under his breath: "Locomotor Mortis!"
He didn't spare the Death Eater another glance. He kept running, zooming passed and jumping down stairs. He had to find her, if any of them got her again he would never forgive himself. He stealthily dodged more spells as they shot around him, shooting more curses and jinxes as they came whirling toward him.
And then he heard it. A high-pitched scream. A high-pitched, female scream.
And he knew exactly who's it was.
He skidded to a halt, whipping his head around, his eyes narrowed and searching frantically for the enemy. But then he saw her. Lying on the ground, her body battered and bruised, her long, blonde hair held in the fist of a large, bulky man. Neville roared, running forward at full speed, the wand pointed right at the chest of the man holding the love of his life's gossamer hair in his hand..
"Avada Kedavra!"
A bolt of green light burst from the tip of his wand, hitting the man straight in the chest and sending his now-unconscious body stumbling back until it fell to the ground with a loud thud. He kept running, shoving the wooden wand into the pocket of his pants, sliding to his knees beside her motionless body.
"Luna.." he panted, cradling the blonde-haired girl in his arms. "Luna!"
He fought back tears, but tightened his grip around her body. He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forward. "Luna.. Luna, please.."
"Nerve," she muttered, "Nerve..ill.."
A smile wiped across his face. She was alive. Luna was alive, and that was all that really mattered right now.
