My first non-challenge fic. I actually finished this one before my Bill/Charlie one. It's almost short enough to be a drabble, I might add more if people like it.

Since I forgot on my first one,

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of the amazing Harry Potter World! I only own my crazy brain:)

The door slammed, and Neville slumped down into his chair.

Or was he just imagining it? The door really didn't slam, but she had gotten the same message across.

They had been together for six months. Six wonderful months, before they both realized it would never work. She was... too good for him, to perfect, innocent, carefree. His pre-Battle self had loved her, but he had changed. And even before he knew it himself, she knew he was in love with another.

In the year before the Battle, he had been captivated by her. He had loved her quiet but firm resistance in the face of all the evil. He had admired her courage, and mourned her when she was taken away. When the pain of the war had gotten bad, he mistook the ache for an easier source-her absence. He thought, then, that he loved her.

But really, he never did. All the pain and hurt of the past year had affected his mind. He thought he loved her when really, he was mourning the past. He loved her like a sister, a very dear sister. But she was never the one he was meant to be with, and deep down he knew that.

He sighed, pointing his wand at the fire to light it. He would get by. She had taught him so much. He would heal, and then find the one he was meant to be with. He knew such a girl was out there, she had said so. He only hoped she found someone worthy of her, too.

"Goodbye, Luna."

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