This is a fic that I promise I shall finish even if it kills me. I own nothing everything belongs to J.
Luna sat on top of her roof, her father didn't know that she had access to their rooftop, she sat there most nights, sometimes she'd paint, other times she'd read, but every night she'd go to her bed and cuddle up in a Gryffindor cardigan. It was almost September the 1st, Luna was excited about school but she also had a feeling in the pit of her stomach, sometimes if she thought of the group of Slytherin boys that seemed to pick on her the most the dread in her stomach would work it's way up to her lungs and then she would have to sit in her room for a while, if she thought of the girls in her dormitory the panic would rise up from her lungs up to her throat, she would run up to her roof gasping for air, silently sobbing, trying to breathe. Most of the time she thought of her friends Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville. She liked Neville the most. When Luna was with Neville she felt safe, as though nothing could hurt her. She climbed down into her room and fell onto the big duvet and multicoloured pillows in the Gryffindor cardigan and dreamt of the coming months where she could spend most if her waking hours with Neville
It was four in the morning when Neville woke up, gasping for air with sweat rolling down his back, he'd been dreaming about Luna, to begin with at least, they'd been sitting by the black lake, just talking about anything, that's what he liked best about Luna, she didn't pry, it was almost as if she sensed that he didn't like talking about that particular subject. Anyway, they were talking and all of a sudden Luna leaned into him and rested her head against his shoulder, he lay down on his back and she continued to rest her head on his shoulder and cuddle into his side, she started drawing patterns on his chest, it was perfect, all of a sudden there was a cracking coming from the forbidden forest, six deatheaters came from the trees and ripped Luna away from him. The dream ended there. Neville sat on his bed shaking, he hoped he hadn't yelled out during the dream and woken his grandmother. He leaned over and grabbed the Ravenclaw scarf Luna had knitted herself, it still smelt like her, she smelt like log fires and rain, it was a smell Neville associated with love, he just wasn't sure whether he felt the right way, he'd just have to see tomorrow.