AN: So I've been thinking about Neville a lot lately and how awesome he is. To be perfectly honest its very hard to find a good Neville Fanfic so I've decided to make my own. Besides he deserves a good story and I think Luna will be good for him. I will go back and forth between Neville and Luna's perspectives in this story and it will go from Order of the Phoenix to the Deathly Hallows. In other words it will end up being long. I want to thank Anotherboarduser for giving me the idea to have Neville and Luna together. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Luna POV

I walked towards the train a copy of the Quibbler held tightly in one hand, my other pulling my trunk and my wand was tucked behind my ear to keep it safe. The last this I needed was to lose my wand... again. Losing it once had been bad enough.

"Look there's Loony Lovegood," someone whispered then giggled. I turned slowly, making sure my eyes were as wide as possible. For some reason my unfortunately large silvery gray eyes made people nervous. It was a sixth year girl with dark hair. I smiled slowly at her and continued to the train as if nothing had happened.

It was easy to find an empty compartment since I had left so early. Father had been busy coming out with a new issue. He had kissed me on my forehead then sent me on the knight bus. To be perfectly honest I hadn't liked it. Made me rather nauseous actually.

I opened one of the compartments that was empty and took a seat. It was nice to have a compartment to myself. I unfolded my copy of the Quibbler and promptly flipped it upside down. There was an article on Ancient Runes and that there was a hidden spell within then that you could use it to turn your enemy's ears into kumquats. A rather brilliant idea.

I was just starting to make some headway on the curse when the compartment door slid open. My eyes darted up and a small smile curved my lips. It was Ginny Weasley and she was one of the few who actually stood up for me.

"Hi, Luna," Ginny said, "is it okay if we take these seats?"

My eyes flicked over to the two other boys who had followed her in. One had dark messy hair and glasses that were taped. It was Harry, Harry Potter. His famous scar barely peaked out from between his hair but it was still noticeable. He was hated at the moment since he had told everyone that Voldemort was back. I believed him. He had no reason to lie.

The other boy was somewhat tall with blonde hair. His face was on the rounder side and he seemed to be a little bit thicker around the middle. I narrowed my eyes at him... he looked familiar.

After a moment I nodded to Ginny, yes they could stay. Hopefully I wasn't making a huge mistake. I watched as the three of them came into the small compartment. Ginny sat next to me while Harry sat across from me. His eyes were trained on me then turned to look at the other boy who was pointedly looking the other way.

"Had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked.

"Yes," I said simply, without taking my eyes off Harry. "Yes, it was quite enjoyable, you know. You're Harry Potter."

"I know I am," Harry said his eyebrows drawing together.

The other boy laughed and I turned to look at him. A slight flush crossed his cheeks. "And I don't know who you are."

"I'm nobody," the boy said quickly. I felt my stomach drop like a stone. He thought I was weird too.

"No you're not," Ginny said sharply with a pointed glare. "Neville Longbottom – Luna Lovegood. Luna's in my year, but in Ravenclaw."

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," I said in a little singsong voice. Neville and Harry exchanged a look before turning back to me.

I raised the Quibbler back up after a moment and started to read again. The others started to talk again after a little bit about some plant Neville had gotten for his birthday. To be perfectly honest it looked repulsive and disgusting. It was gray and what looked like large boils. I was about to ask what its name was when Neville poked it sharply with a quill.

Liquid squirted from every boil on the plant; thick, stinking, dark green jets of it. They hit the ceiling, the windows, and spattered my magazine; Ginny, who had flung her arms up in front of her face just in time, merely looked as though she was wearing a slimy green hat, but Harry, whose hands had been busy preventing Trevor's escape, received a faceful. It smelled like rancid manure.

Neville, whose face and torso were also drenched, shook his head to get the worst out of his eyes.

"S-sorry," he gasped. 'I haven't tried that before… didn't realize it would be quite so… don't worry, though, Stinksap's not poisonous," he added nervously, as Harry spat a mouthful on to the floor. I shook my magazine and watched as the Stinksap slid off.

At that precise moment the door of their compartment slid open. It was the girl who had called me Loony. I pointedly looked out the window.

"Oh… hello, Harry," she said in a nervous voice. "Urn… bad time?"

"Oh… hi," Harry said blankly his cheeks flushing.

"Urn…" the girl said. "Well… just thought I'd say hello… bye then."

Rather pink in the face, she closed the door and departed. Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. I raised my eyebrows before turning back to the Quibbler.

"Never mind," Ginny said briskly. "Look, we can easily get rid of all this." She pulled out her wand. "Scourgify!"

The Stinksap vanished.

"Sorry," Neville said again, in a small voice. The three of them started talking about Quidditch and I turned back to my magazine. The smiling witch with the trolley came by and I got some ice mice, they were my favorite. Neville and Harry were swapping chocolate frog cards when the compartment door opened again. It was a boy and a girl. The boy I'm fairly was Ginny's brother since they had the same red hair. But the girl. I didn't recognize her. She had a pretty smile and large bushy hair.

The boy and girl started to talk with Harry about a prefect meeting. They were listing all of the new prefects. One of the names they mentioned I recognized. Padma Patil. A very nice girl who had stuck up for me before many times. A thought came to me and I looked up at the red haired boy.

"You went to the Yule Ball with Padma Patil," I said slowly.

Everyone turned to look at me and I stared at the boy unblinkingly. He swallowed his mouthful of chocolate Frog before responding.

"Yeah, I know I did," he said, looking mildly surprised.

"She didn't enjoy it very much," I informed him. "She doesn't think you treated her very well, because you wouldn't dance with her. I don't think I'd have minded," I added thoughtfully, "I don't like dancing very much."

Everyone was staring at me in various forms of shock. After an uncomfortable moment I turned back to the magazine. The rest of the ride seemed uneventful. Hermione, that was the bushy haired girls name, insulted the Quibbler and some mean Slytherins were making snide comments to Harry. Hermione pushed them out of the compartment her hair almost sparking with her anger. Ron, the red haired boy, ate more chocolate frogs than I could in a week.

Once we got closer to Hogwarts we all got our uniforms on. Neville slid his cactus looking plant back into his back and Hermione pinned her prefect badge on her shirt. I grabbed the cage of a small owl that kept hooting shrilly. Ron nodded at me in thanks and made his way out into the hallway. I followed slowly and made my way down the steps. One of the many thestrals that pulled the carriages turned towards me and fluttered its wings.

I was back. A smile slid across my face. I was back to my favorite place in the world. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. One of the few places I actually felt safe.

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