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Neville was woke up the following morning. He had bags under his eyes. "Neville, are you ok?" Ginny asked him, when he was sitting in the common room. "Yes. You?"
"I'm... fine." she hesitated. "Listen, Neville, you're a terrible liar. What's the matter?"
"It's spring."

"I know."

"It's almost an year."
"Oh. And why are you like this?"
"Because I'm having nightmares."
"Well, you look worse that George."

"How is he doing, by the way?"

"Uh... last time I checked he was still alive, if that's what you mean."
"How are you doing?" he asked, remembering the conversation with Luna. "I'm... getting over it, I mostly have, anyway." she seemed uncomfortable. "I'm sorry." She stayed quiet. "I'm going to breakfast."

"Sure." He left because he had seen a small tear in her eye, and he knew it would be a low blow to her dignity if she cried with somebody else there. She had always been like that. "Neville?"

"Hi Luna."

"You look awful."

"You look awesome."
"Thank you. You... you continued thinking about that, didn't you?"

"Yeah. It's no big deal."

"It is if it concerns you. I have an idea. Let's skip lessons."

"What? Why?"
"I need to speak to you. Let's meet in ten minutes in our place. Besides Neville, you study too much. You should take a break, once in a while."
"Ok. Fine." He said, smiling a little, but it didn't reach his eyes. In that spot right there, next to that table... that was where Voldemort fell... Ten minutes later, he was in their place. "Hey. C'mon, tell me all about it."

"All about what?"
"I don't know. Anything that concerns you. Tell me about your nightmares."
"In the nightmares... there's the castle, and there's the fight, and Harry dies, but instead he doesn't wake up and everybody on our side dies and I have to watch but I can't do anything because I'm not really in the scene, if you know what I mean."
"Yes. Well... when my mother died, I was nine."

"I know."
"Shh, Neville. Just listen. I was nine and I remember I had these dreams where Dad died too. And they were horrible. It took me an year to stop them."

"How did you?"
"I understood why she died."
"I'm sorry?"

"She died experimenting charms." Luna explained. "But with these charms she wanted to help St. Mungo's."
"They were healing charms?"
"Yes."
"I still don't understand how you stopped them."

"Well, I'll tell you exactly. She wanted to help sick people. She died to help sick people."
"So... you... understood she died to help them and this helped you?"
"Yes. It's like... everybody in that Battle died because they wanted to bring to Voldemort's downfall."
"You think it will help?"
"It will."

"Can I tell you something?" She smiled a little, sweetly. "Anything."

"I also dreamt of something else."

"What did you dream of?"

"I dreamt of my parents."

"Oh." Luna was quiet, waiting for him to continue. "In these dreams, they're... sane. And they die..."

"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. After all, it's almost better than reality."
"What do you mean?"

"Well... you know how they are. I would prefer them dead, at least they could be in peace. They're not in peace while they're here. Like this."

"I suppose you're right. But don't forget they'll always love you. Even when they can't say it properly."
"You're right. I love you, Luna."

"I love you too, Neville. Please don't be sad."
"I won't. I promise I won't." The sun was blinding, so Neville and Luna went out. "Ah... skipping class... we're in trouble, aren't we?" It was Filch. "RUN!" Neville shouted. They ran so fast everything past them was a blur.

Author's Note

Well, I suppose Neville wouldn't really get over it in a clap, so here's another chapter that's a little depressing. I hope you liked it. Is Neville really back to normal now? Will Filch catch them? Please review!