The Wizarding World was in an uproar. Voldemort was dead, Harry Potter had killed him, and Wizard Britain was finally free from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's reign. However, many people had died, and whilst others were celebrating, Neville was sitting in the overgrown grass by the lake, staring into it's black depths. Even the Giant Squid was celebrating, swimming rapidly through the water, waving a tentacle over the surface as if in congratulations.
The air shifted next to Neville and the smell of cinnamon and sweet clover wafted to him. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, already knowing who it was. He had spent the last year reviving the DA with her, fighting against the Carrows, and giving Harry Potter a chance to defeat the Dark Lord. He would know her anywhere.
"I found him in the rubble." Luna's sweet voice pervaded his thoughts like a gentle breeze. Neville felt a light weight on his thigh and looked down to see Trevor, covered in dust but otherwise unharmed, looking up at him balefully.
Neville couldn't help it. He laughed. He laughed and chuckled and chortled and heaved in great gasping breaths as he clutched his sides. Luna was smiling broadly, laughing lightly, her voice like sweet bells in the air. Neville fell back and spread his arms on the grass, forgetting that he was covered in blood, dust, and grime.
It was so ironic, that while he had just destroyed a piece of Voldemort's soul, fought to the death, and helped destroy the Dark Lord, Luna was searching for toads. She didn't congratulate him or comfort him. She just handed him a simple piece of comfort. It was also how they had first met, six long years before.
Luna laid back as well, resting her head on Neville's chest. He absently reached up a hand and stroked it through her tangled locks, brushing away small bits of rock that had once been part of Hogwarts.
"Everything's different now, isn't it?" Luna asked softly. Neville's silence was affirmation enough. She leaned up suddenly and looked him in the eye, blue eyes against light brown. Then her soft lips met his, and Neville felt, for the first time in years, that everything would be just fine.