Disclaimer= I do not own Harry Potter.
There will be a twist to the story. This final chapter is going to get emotional.
Neville is numb and confused as he stares at the ceiling in his room at the lodge. The covers were untouched because sleep likely would not be had tonight, not after what he had gone through. A girl had sought him, confessed her soul to him and he took it in stride- like he did not expect a person of the opposite sex to feel that way about him. Alas, it was not Luna, the girl that Neville so dearly wanted to be with at the moment; no it was Hannah Abbott. He was staring at the ceiling because quite frankly, what else could be done at the moment? His mind was desperately trying to engage in sleep, but his heart would not permit such a stage to be entered.
I truly care about you.
Luna's not here at the moment- she cannot make you happy like I can.
She cannot be sleeping right beside you, lighting those lonely nights you likely have had during the past year.
I do not just like you, I love you.
Neville snapped out of it and decided to get a pen and a piece of paper to write a letter to Luna, detailing several times that he misses her and how he wants her to return soon. Finishing up the short letter, he rolls it up and bolts outside and to a post office where a messenger owl was resting.
"Young man!" The keeper growled as he got up from his rocking chair. Neville took a few steps back and apologized, explaining that he needed the letter sent right away.
"The owl will travel with your correspondence in the morning. Go get some sleep." Neville understood as he returned to his room, where the phone was ringing, bouncing around with the red flash permeating. He picked up the phone and to his surprise, was greeted by a man he had not spoken to in a long time.
"Hello Neville, its Harry how are you doing?"
Harry was enjoying another consecutive night of sleep, his woman Ginny Weasley at his side just like he wanted it. All of sudden he was woken up by her, who seemed to be in distress.
"Honey wake up! It's Ron; he is sounding hysterical right now!"
"Can it wait? It's 4 in the morning and Sunday, I'd like to sleep for another fourth of a day."
"He sounds really worried. It's about Neville and how he is, according to Ron, going to attempt to do something crazy."
"Alright alright let me talk to him."
"Ron told me everything, whom was told everything by Hannah Abbott. First off, what the hell are you planning on doing?" Taking Harry for his word, Neville told Harry everything that happened with him and Luna, about the promise they made to each other, everything.
"Oh dear, well let me tell you what Ron failed to do- Hannah overheard you talking to Ron and Seamus at The Leaky Cauldron during that time about loving Luna, how you wanted to be with her and of course, your promise to her. She heard everything Neville and how do I put this… she corresponded with Luna."
"Come again?" Neville wasn't prepared for what Harry was going to tell him.
"Do you know why Hannah confessed her love for you and said that she wanted to be with you? Well you already know,"
"No I don't Harry, tell me why!"
"The point is Luna, the girl that you love… has found love." Neville was confused and pressed Harry for details.
"She loves me Harry,"
"No Neville, I'm afraid she does not."
"What? She was going to tell me not too long from now- we are going to meet at the bridge at Hogwarts in only a few weeks time and we will be together."
"Neville listen! Yeah she promised to meet you in a year's time but the fact is, she has found love with another man… Rolf Scamander, have you heard of him?" At this point, Neville slammed the phone shut. He pulls his wand out from the drawer underneath.
"Confringo!" The phone explodes as shards of it fly towards Neville, who finds cover under the sheets. His nerves are too fried at this point to even begin to comprehend what was told to him.
"Great, I write a letter professing my love to Luna, only to find that she has found love with another man, and it just so happens to be the grandson of a legend! I'm no match for Rolf…"
"What the hell am I to do? Aside from preparing to be the next Herbology professor, I have wasted the last year of my life, hoping and praying that Luna would come back to the bridge, fall into my arms and we would live the rest of our lives together, start a family, all of that. Now, I don't know what to do with myself. Herbology really does not have any weight with me if no rock is there to lean on. Luna can be with whomever she wants, I'm still going to that bridge when the time comes and fulfilling my promise."
The time has come for the answer to be given. Neville is at the center of the bridge, waiting for Luna to come and tell him that she has found someone else. An hour goes by as the wind starts to pick up, and drops of rain to come down. Neville paces around the bridge, waiting for Luna to arrive.
"Just as I suspected, she is not going to be here. So much for a promise."
"Hello Neville Longbottom, my name is Rolf,"
"Petrificus Totalus!" Rolf's body gets petrified as he falls down in curled up horror as Neville walks towards him, wand spewing sparks from its tips.
"How could you, you bastard? Luna was going to be with me. I was to be the man in her life and then you out of nowhere… why Rolf?" Neville nervously points his wand at Rolf's forehead, but then is stopped by Rolf himself, who got out of the petrifying spell while Neville continued his ramble.
"I apologize Neville. I know how much Luna means to you and well, she wanted to be with me."
"Explain."
"During the vacation while at Hogwarts, she went on trips with some naturalists and that's where we met. I fell in love with her at first sight. She never told you this?"
"No she didn't, so she had this all planned out already?" Neville apologized for hurting Rolf, who accepted the apology, saying that he would've done the same thing had he been in his position.
"What the hell do I do now?"
"You still have Hannah Neville." Neville was shocked to see Hannah and Luna walking side by side to the center of the bridge. Luna seemed to have gotten a little swollen in the belly, like she ate a big meal and it was taking a long time to digest.
"Luna, were you famished and ate for a year in one sitting?"\
"No, Rolf and I are expecting twins!" Neville was even more stunned, slowly coming to terms that the girl he wanted for a long time showed up a year later with a man and twins on the way.
"You had your future mapped out since the beginning haven't you?" Neville was teetering, careening back and forth. Luna nodded, explaining how she started going on naturalist trips beginning before year 5.
"I met Rolf before Year 5 and well, that was it I suppose."
"So you never loved me at all didn't you?"
"You confessed to our friends that you were in love with me and I was shocked because, well, I did not expect anyone at Hogwarts to like me. I was a weird girl and boys do not care for weird girls. I followed you to the bridge a year ago as you confirmed the news."
"Why did you lead me on for a year?" Neville's teetering was getting more problematic as he was getting closer to the edge. Luna got her wand to yell the spell Immobulus to keep Neville from going any further to the edge so he would not go over.
"I cannot answer that for you. I can though answer your question, that promise we kept with each other."
"Don't bother," Neville snapped back, "You already told me. Rolf, the twins, you have your life set until you stop breathing. I hope you're happy Luna, I mean that. Take care of her and your babies Rolf, they are going to be the future."
"Thank you for your well wishes Neville. Let's keep in contact okay?"
"Sure." Rolf and Luna walked away, leaving Neville, now undone with the Immobulus spell, to resume pacing around the bridge. Hannah was still on the bridge, as was Luna and Rolf; they were just off of it. Neville looked at Hannah, who was eyeing the pavement of the bridge, and smiled as he walked towards her, saying her name and then hugging her. She returned the hug as well as they spoke.
"I'm sorry I ever doubted your love Hannah. I thought Luna was the girl I was supposed to be with… but it was you whom I was intended for."
"It's okay, I never gave up on you." Neville smiled as they kissed and headed back inside the castle, where later they would leave together. Time and time again until they would grow old together, Neville echoed similar sentiments, further solidifying his love for Hannah Abbott, a woman he would marry a couple of years later after the bridge moment.
"I will never give up on you."