A/N: Please read and review! I'm not sure if I should leave this as a very long one-shot, or if I should continue it with shorter chapters. Feed-back is appreciated! Thank you!

May 2nd 1998

He didn't care that part of his scalp was missing, or that his knee was dislocated, or that the cuts on his face were beginning to burn, all he was thinking about was her. He had to find her. A rush of adrenaline filled Neville's body as he pushed through the frantic crowd of Hogwarts students. He noticed Seamus and Dean crouched behind a pillar, both of them holding tight onto their wands and whispering. Neville ran towards them, dodging a Confringo curse on the way.

"Neville, you've got to watch out! That almost got you!" Seamus exclaimed, his sandy-coloured hair stained with blood.

"Where is she!" Neville asked, completely ignoring Seamus's warning.

"Who?" Dean asked confused, looking back and forth between Seamus and Neville.

"Seamus, you know who I'm talking about." Neville's voice cracked in desperation.

"Last time I saw her, she was on her way to the Ravenclaw common room…"

"Thank you." Neville tried to leap up into the air, but Seamus grabbed his arm, pulling him back down.

"What!" Neville asked, frustrated.

"Good luck." Seamus smiled and let go of Neville.

He began to run. He didn't know how fast he was running, who he was passing by, what curses were being lunged at him, he was just running; picturing her beautiful face in his mind, and her laughter that sounded like a wind-chime.

He reached the Ravenclaw common room, and pushed the door open. She was sitting on the floor, crossed-leg, her blonde hair cascading down her back.

"Hello Neville." She said, without even turning back to look.

"Luna." He loved saying her name. It rolled off his tongue and floated into the air in tiny silver particles that would land on him, filling him with a warm feeling. Well, that's how he described it.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Well, not so good… there's a war going on so…" his voice trailed off, not knowing what to say. She stood up slowly, and turned around, so that her face was just inches away from his. He looked into her silver eyes, which almost had a purple glow to them, and melted immediately.

"Is there something you need to say, Neville Longbottom?"

"I-…"

"Something you need to do?"

"Well-…"

"Something you've been thinking of do-,"

Suddenly, Neville's arms are wrapped around Luna's waist, pulling her towards him, their lips crashing together. He didn't want to let go of her. He didn't want to lose her. In that moment, he promised, he would never ever let her go. The war, and all the problems seemed to melt away, and it was just him and her. After what felt like an eternity, their lips parted.

"I love you Luna Lovegood." Neville whispered into her hair.

5 years later

She had never seen him like this. It was odd. He was just so upset… so angry. She found it strange due to the fact that everything was so wonderful now. Voldemort was dead, and peace had been restored to Hogwarts and the world, yet he was getting all worked up by little problems.

"It seems odd though!" Luna yelled, slamming her fists down on the table. He was just so frustrating sometimes!

"Why Luna! I get it, everything is dandy and perfect now, but you know what? I'm still allowed to get angry!" Neville was tired of hearing her say to be "positive" and "grateful". Since when wasn't it right to show how you feel?

Luna sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her chin on his shoulder.

"You'll find a job Neville. I know you will. Be positive. Be happy."

Neville pushed her away and leaned against the counter with his eyes closed.

"That's what we've been saying for the past three years Luna… I mean… just look where we live!" He motioned around the small wooden cottage. Luna smiled at the cracked floorboard.

"I think it's lovely."

"That's rubbish! It's grimy, and small- … bloody hell Luna, the roof is breaking!" He yelled, as a piece of wood landed on his head.

"It's…its quaint!" she yelled back, her eyes began to fill with tears. She didn't like fighting. She and Neville never fought. She hated the screams and feeling of anger that floated around her head, she just hated it!

"How can you even say that Luna! We're poor!" She is so shocked by his words that she falls down onto the chair behind her in awe. He sighed, and suddenly the anger in his eyes was replaced with a very sad desperation.

"I can't even start a family with you… we don't have enough money to get married and raise a family… believe me… I want that more than anything…"

"Then …why don't we?" she placed her hand on his shoulder. He turned around to look into her eyes, which used to always look silver but now seemed more like… grey.

"We can't Luna… look at the state we're in… it's no fit for a child…for a family…"

"We don't need money Neville. All we need is love and each other!"

"You're mad! You're completely insane! I completely understand why they called you Loony Lovegood now!"

There was suddenly dead silence. Luna was shocked and confused, but mostly hurt. The tears she was holding back spilled over.

"Luna…I- I didn't mean that." He reached over towards Luna, but she backed away. Just one tiny step, but Neville knew exactly how hurt she was.

"Don't…touch me. Please." She took a deep breath and swallowed hard, feeling a knot forming in her throat. She was nauseas, and her head hurt, and the room was spinning and it was all just too much for her to handle.

"Luna, please. I'm an idiot. What I said – that was immensely stupid of me." Neville reached for her arm again, but this time she backed away multiple steps, until her back crashed against the wall behind her.

"I need to leave." She whispered. Neville couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"What?"

"I – I need to leave. I can't stay here any longer." Her voice quivered. She looked up and saw that tears had begun to form in his eyes. But she knew she had to do this.

"You…can't leave me."

"Look at us Neville. You're completely right. We can't live like this. It's not healthy. This … us together… for some reason… it's not working. I want a family Neville. And I love you; I really really love you but…"

"But what? I'm sorry Luna! You have to understand that I love you so much… I can't…I can't live without you. I'd rather live poor and in this tiny cottage than without you. Please… I…beg you." Neville had begun to sob. He couldn't lose her. He had made a promise, May 2nd 1998, that he would never let her go…but it was too late.

"Goodbye Neville."

And with a flick of her wand, she was gone.

1 Year Later

"You're pathetic." Seamus looked down at Neville, cuddled on a couch weeping, while holding a giant hat in the form of a lion that used to belong to Luna.

"I am not! I bloody miss her, that's all! I love her Seamus… and now she's seeing that stupid zoologist… Rolf whats-his-stupid-face."

"Rolf Scamander. He's actually quite brilliant, you know? He's made some great discoveries and-,"

"Seamus! You're not helping!" Neville smacked him in the stomach.

"Sorry…sorry… look Neville. You've got to move on. She's obviously found someone, so, shouldn't you?"

"I won't love anyone else… I can't."

"Hannah Abbott."

"What?" Neville sat up from the couch, a bit confused.

"She's always had a thing for you…ever since second year, if I remember correctly. She was mortified when you and Luna got together. She's single you know?"

"She was very nice." Neville said uninterested.

"She's the landlady at the Leaky Cauldron now. You should stop by… say hi. There is nothing wrong with saying hi, right?" Seamus asked, arching an eyebrow.

"I suppose not…but just to say hi! I haven't seen her in years… since the war."

Present Time

"Hurry, hurry, you don't want to be late!" Hannah handed Neville his suitcase and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'll be back as soon as I can dear. I might run late today… first day back from summer is always the most hectic." Neville smiled at his wife and made his way towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he happened to work as the Herbology Professor.

"Alright, since you're all first years here, let's go on introducing ourselves." Neville looked around at the worried faces in his classroom.

"I'm Eleanor Forester." said a snobby girl with shoulder-length black hair, wearing a Slytherin tie.

"J-Juliet Nonning." Stuttered the girl beside Eleanor, only this girl was exceptionally shy and was sorted into Gryffindor. The boy next to her spoke.

"Lysander Scamander."

Neville spilt his tea in shock. No. It couldn't possibly be…

"A-and… you're father must be Ralf? Ralf Scamander?" Neville asked, feeling his heart race a thousand beats per second.

"Yes." The little blonde boy replied.

"You're mother? Is…is she… L-….Lu-," Neville couldn't find himself to say her name. It was all too painful.

"Luna Lovegood? Yes. She is."

Neville felt his stomach sink. That name… it was just so beautiful…

"She's actually working here for a semester." Lysander continued. Neville fell silent.

"It's nice, you know; to have your mum living on the grounds for your first semester in Hogwarts. She's working in the Forbidden Forest, trying to figure out why so many plants are dying." Lysander explained.

Luna Lovegood, was here? In…In Hogwarts? Neville didn't know if he felt like dancing, or crying, or screaming. He needed to see her. That's all he knew. Just to see her after eight years of not hearing her voice… of looking into those eyes…

"Class dismissed." Neville whispered, without removing his eyes from his desk.

"But Professor Longbottom, class just started." Eleanor protested.

"I said class dismissed!" Neville slammed his fist down on the table. The kids slowly moved out of the class, shuffling their feet behind them and whispering.

Neville felt his legs moving up from his chair, out of the class and towards the Forbidden Forest. What was he doing? He couldn't just go up to her and say, "Hello, nice to see you Luna! How have you been?"

He suddenly froze. Crouched down on the floor, examining a leaf was no other than Luna Lovegood. Her hair was tied-back in a ponytail. Her hair was longer than usual, and she was wearing an orange shirt with purple overalls. Oh, how he loved her quirky style.

He wanted more than anything to tap her on the shoulder so he could see her face once again. But…but he couldn't. Maybe he should just run back to his class. Forget he ever knew she was here. But then, just like last time… without even turning back to look at him; she spoke.

"Hello Neville."

So, I'm not sure if I should leave this as a very long one-shot… or continue it with shorter chapters? As I've said before, feed-back is much appreciated!