Halcyon
Neville x Luna
They sat by the Black Lake quietly. An unspoken promise drifted between them as they stared at the out-stretched land. Beyond the lake was a marvel like no other; it was serene, peaceful, and magically fulfilling. The sun was just peaking over the horizon. In the distance, birds chirped with a song of anew. Blissfully unaware of the wounded heroes of youth, nature carried on with the silence.
Neville took a deep breath in and let the shuttering air escape his lips. He looked down, almost forgetting he still wielded the Sword of Gryffindor. Instead of reeling in the pain and lost, he carried himself with ease. A prayer went out to all that lost their lives. It was a victory, but why did it feel so damn different?
Voldemort was gone; the Light had won.
What better victory than to praise the hardships, to welcome the new with acceptance? For so long they huddled in fear.
Now, he knew they were safe.
That was all that mattered.
"Now what?" Luna asked softly.
Neville let out a sigh. "We carry on."
A/N: Hello and happy Super Bowl Sunday. I don't know if y'all watch the Super Bowl, but I wanted to wish you a great day otherwise and regardless of the celebration. :) I've been a little under the weather. I'm hoping to publish chapter six of FTBO tomorrow after class and chapter fifteen of VLM as well, if not Tuesday by the latest. Forgive me for the delays. I'm been dealing with some odd nasal symptoms that have me waking up at odd hours in the night and having to deal with a goldmine of boogies that I care to see/share.
Despite it, I have been trying to write and get my work done. Just finished two finger waves this past week (Anyone who knows what they are can agree they are a bitch to master. With time, I hope I can.)
Anyway-
As always, enjoy. :)