a/n luna goes bad...i dont own

Sometimes, Neville felt as if he didn't even know Luna anymore.

Where was the shy, sweet girl he'd fallen for? The one who liked floral patterns and pink? The one who'd secretly loved it when he'd called her Loo La.

She was gone now. His Loo La had been traded in, for the new, dangerous Luna. Now her skirts had skulls instead of flowers, and her favourite colours were red and black instead of pink and purple. She hung around with the punks and the Goths, and he always felt so out of place when he was with her; like he didn't belong.

Neville still saw Loo La occasionally, when she was tired or ill or it was just the two of them. He saw how vulnerable she was underneath the makeup and bravado, saw how much she needed him.

He would never be able to bring himself to leave her; he loved her too much for that. Oh yes, he still loved her sort of desperately, despite her being dangerous.

Because she was. When she was around these new 'friends' who had changed her so much, she did things like riding motorcycles and jumping out of tall trees. She stole, and lied, and did things that would make the old Loo La cringe. But she was Luna now, and she had a reputation to protect, a façade to keep up. And she had him. No matter what she did, he would always be there for her.

Maybe it was because they had laughed at her when she was his Loo La. Maybe she thought she had something to prove. All Neville knew for sure was that now her sweet blue eyes had an edge, and now her gentle smile had a cruel twist. Now she was dangerous.

He saw her take Heroin once. Just once, but he'd found little clear sachets and empty syringes in her bin. Neville was so worried for his Luna; he knew nothing good came from drugs.

Luna was toying with something dangerous.

Luna had become someone dangerous.

Neville would leave her soon. He would love her and be there for her, but he got the idea that sometimes Luna didn't want him around, even if the Loo La he saw on occasion did.

But no matter how dangerous she got, how bad and different she got, Neville knew he would always love her. What he didn't know was if she would always be there for him to love.