A/N: I obviously own nothing that belongs to J.K. Rowling, I only play in the world she created. Please read and review. And lots of thanks to my Beta RavenclawReality!

Luna Lovegood frowned at the floor of King's Cross Station trying to pinpoint the exact moment she had known it was over. Was it when he hadn't come home until two in the morning with no excuse besides 'out with mates'? Maybe it was the morning a few weeks ago when she woke up alone with no note or explanation. It could have been the party she had left early and he hadn't offered to accompany her.

She shook her head as a tear slid down her cheek, taking comfort in the fact that she had held it in until she had left platform 9 and ¾.

Though Luna tried her best to think through all the memories of their relationship, looking for warning signs, a time it could've started going downhill, or anything she could've possible done better. However she could not move past that one memory, and the moment on the landing playing over and over in her mind as a never ending loop.

Luna looked around at platform before turning and smiling at him, "Well, here we are again, another summer flown past!"

Neville tried to smile back at her; it was the same thing she had said the last two years he had left for his post as Herbology professor at Hogwarts, but this year he couldn't manage more than a thin grimace. "Yes, hard to believe it's already September."

"Neville, what's the matter?" She asked, voice filled with genuine concern. Her eyes were the same innocent blue, her face still so open and honest even after all they had been through.

"I can't… Luna," Neville took her gently by the shoulders, looking into her eyes seriously, the noises of the platform; the train's whistling, the students and parents saying goodbye, all seemed to fade away as he spoke. "You can't tell me you want to pretend that everything is still okay, that we're still us. Everything's different. We don't work. Not anymore, Luna."

Luna could almost feel the difference in the way he held her, almost as if it was painful to touch her. She held his gaze, her mind racing, "Neville, we… I know things haven't been great but I thought once we were back at Hogwarts things would be—"

"They won't be, Luna." His voice was gentle, as if he was talking to a child about a dead pet. "We've…. Grown apart. We don't work together, we haven't for a long time and I can't keep lying to you, to myself. We can't pretend everything is fine and hope that it will be." Neville could see on her face that Luna's heart was slowly breaking with every word he spoke, but he continued on. "Neither of us are the same as when we started dating. We created a relationship amidst the tragedy of a war's aftermath, and that was what we needed, but I think we both knew that we weren't meant to be together forever."

"I didn't." The sound of her whisper was almost lost in the train's last call for all to board. "But there's me being naïve again, I suppose. Loony Lovegood thought she'd found the one."

"Luna, no." Neville looked worried as he tried to find better words than the clichés that were jumping into his mind.

"You don't have to do that, Neville." She said quietly, stepping away from his hold. "I understand. I'll ship your other things to you, if you would be so kind as to do the same."

Neville caught her hand as she turned to walk away, "Please, Luna, let's not leave things like this."

"How would you like to leave them, Neville?" Luna asked, her voice still trembling as if she were on the verge of tears. "Friendly and with a hug? I don't think that's possible, we obviously had very different ideas as to what sort of relationship we hav—had."

He stepped closer to her so that mere inches separated them, and for a moment the emotion his eyes held was unclear. "Luna—"

The clarity of a broken heart told her that the sadness in his eyes wasn't for the loss of love but the loss of the past, "Goodbye, Neville." She tugged her hand free and continued walking, doing her best to keep the tears in.

Luna wiped the tear from her face, her mouth twisted as she pinpointed when she knew; it had been when Neville's heart hadn't broken.

His eyes were dry when she turned away, his heart had been whole and at peace, she could tell. She ought to be able to tell, after five years together.