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I am committing suicide with updating all the time and not doing school work but, whatever. I'm enjoying myself, and I hope you are too!

Danny heard the door creaking open. Someone was fumbling at the entrance, and a small thump indicated that a large cloth bag was carelessly deposited on the wooden floor. Even without turning towards the noise, he knew who it was.

"Hey, love." He said as he felt a pair of slender arms snake their way across his waist. He reached behind him and pulled the person onto his lap. Mia laughed merrily, a lovely tinkle to the sound, and replied "One of these days, you are going to pull a complete stranger straight onto your lap; just imagine how awkward that would be!"

Danny looked at her with mock seriousness, pretending to be appalled by her words. "Impossible!" he proclaimed. "There is no way I would confuse my fiancée with any other person." He planted a light kiss onto her lips. Fiancée. He could get used to calling her that. Her petite body felt so good against his; their two bodies fitted into each other perfectly.

After a while of comfortable silence, Mia brought up something that had been bothering her for a while. "Danny?"

"Mmm?" he gave a grunt, telling her to continue.

"Remember that time in the alley when we were attacked by those thugs? For a moment there…you were connected to my mind right? You heard my name, my real name..before..all this happened."

"Yeah…" he trailed off, not sure where this conversation was going. It had been a painful experience for the two of them, and since then, neither had really talked about the incident. They were happy with the life they led right now. At least, he was happy. He sincerely hoped that Mia felt that way too.

"What is my name?"

"Mia of course."

She sighed. He was not helping at all. "My real name, Danny."

"I think it was something like..Moona? No wait, was it Luna?"

A spark of recognition flashed through her mind. "So what he said was true. All of it. Those memories…" she said this more to herself than to her present company, but he heard it all.

"What's wrong Mia? Who are you talking about?" She did not respond, and Danny did not like this at all. He thought they had come to a stage where they could unconditionally trust and confide with each other. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Yeah. I know that. It's not important anyway. It's just that…I met this young man in Brazil. He said that he knew who I was. He knew my real name. What if he holds the answers to my past?" Though she had already grown used to the idea of memory loss, there was always this nagging hope within her that one day, one day she would be able to rediscover her true identity. She felt disconnected to the world, with no blood relatives, no background, no wealth, no nothing. When she was with Nanny and Danny, she had tried to suppress these thoughts. But after meeting..Neville..they couldn't help but resurface once more.

Danny had not said a word since she told him of her encounter, and she came to realize that her words might have upset him. "Danny?" She turned around on his lap to look clearly at his face. Her heart ached for the troubled frown formed between his eyebrows. "Danny, I meant nothing with that. It's not important anymore. I was just..curious." She settled herself into Danny's chest again. The past was unimportant.

Neville was standing before a small stone hut in one of Shanghai's dingy streets. He double checked the address. Yup, there was no mistake. After two weeks of searching on the part of aurors and officials in China, he had finally managed to find the whereabouts of Mia. This was the house he was looking for. Looking up at the stone walls and the rickety wooden door again, he allowed himself an amused smile. This hut reminded him of Hagrid.

Just as he was about to raise a fist to knock on the large wooden door, it opened of its own accord, and a young woman stepped out. For a moment, time stopped, and neither moved at all. Finally, she gave him a smile.

"Fancy seeing you here…Neville." His name sounded like music to his ears when uttered by her, and he was entranced. When he still didn't respond, Mia started to look worried. "Neville? Are you quite alright? Wrackspurts fuzzing up your brain?"

He snorted at that. That was just so..Luna. And he missed her so much. Embarrassed, he stuttered over his words, "I..I…" After all the effort put into this quest, when he actually came face to face with her, he found himself at a loss for words. All of his well-rehearsed speech seemed to have leaked out of his mind. Maybe she was right about the wrackspurts after all.

"Hi" was all he could manage.

"Did you want to talk, Neville? Come on inside." She was just about to go out to bring in the clothes as it looked like it was about to rain, but she could easily do that later. She seemed to intuitively know that he had come all the way just to see her, to talk to her, and though he couldn't really find the right words yet, she knew that everything would be explained if she just gave him some time. How she knew of all this, though, was another matter.

When both of them were seated comfortably, with hot cups of tea in front of them, she went straight to the point. "Neville, were we ever in love?"

He should have expected this of course. She was Luna after all. Whilst it was quite an awkward question to answer as he had not forgotten about the ring on her finger, he decided honesty would be best. "Yes. We had not always been infatuated with each other, and there was a time when I had been horrible to you. I regret that immensely of course, and even though we got together in the end, I never truly forgave myself for treating you that way." He looked so downtrodden that Mia couldn't help but reach out and place a hand on top of his.

"That's okay. I forgive you." He looked up at her, and she gave him a smile. "Can you..can you tell me about how we met?"

This was more difficult to answer. If she had forgotten everything about her past, her background, her family, her friends, how was he supposed to explain it to her? Maybe it would be better to ask her a question of his own, to test the waters. "Luna, do you believe in magic?"

"Sure. Why shouldn't I? How else could I explain the way I warded off those thugs? Or how I brought Danny home when he was injured? Or how we stumbled upon each other again, when we probably live halfway across the world? None of this could happen if there wasn't a greater force out there controlling it."

Neville was confused. Warding off thugs? Bringing Danny home? What was she talking about? "What do you mean? Have you used magic before, to protect yourself?"

"Yeah..I guess you can say that."

"Luna. I think I should tell you everything. From the start." And so came the whole story. He told her everything, from the way they met in fourth year at Hogwarts, to their time in Dumbledore's Army, the Battle of Hogwarts, the first time he truly noticed her, the time he asked her to be his girlfriend, and finally, the ball and her disappearance. Though it was probably hard for Luna to accept, she never once interrupted, instead, simply gazed at him with mild interest. Tiny thoughts, memories really, were snaking into her mind, and she could picture the scenes he told her of.

"Do you remember any of this, any of the things I'm telling you about?"

"I…" She was interrupted by the front door slamming. All of a sudden, Danny was in between the two of them, glaring at Neville whilst standing in front of Mia protectively.

"Who are you and what do you want?" he demanded.

Mia stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Danny, this is Neville. The young man I met in Brazil?" Danny gave her a curt nod of recognition but did not relax his stance.

"What do you want?" he repeated. It didn't feel right. Mia was obviously not from China, and if this Neville guy was a part of her past, god knows how far he had travelled just to find her. His motives were very, very suspicious.

Neville raised his arms in surrender. "Hey, hey. Relax. I just…" He faltered. Just what did he hope to achieve by finding Luna again? Did he expect to just whisk her away from this..this Danny's side, and have a happily ever after? She obviously cared for him. He sighed. "I just wanted to see Luna again. You must understand…all those years ago…she suddenly disappeared from my side, and now that I finally get a chance to see her again, I just wanted to see how she was doing."

Danny snorted. As if. Neville was a threat to Mia, to him. He could see from the way he was looking at Mia just now; the love in his eyes was evident. Like Mia was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The tenderness. The way his whole face glowed when Mia smiled or laughed. It just didn't feel right, and he didn't want this guy in his house a moment longer. "Okay, you've had your happy reunion, now please get out."

Mia was surprised. Danny was usually very polite, and great with strangers. Why was he suddenly so cold towards Neville? "Danny?"

He looked into her eyes for the first time since barging into the house, and she saw the fear in his eyes. He looked like a child with his insecurities, and she understood why. "Danny.." she rubbed a hand in soothing circles on his back. "It's okay, we were just chatting. Old friends catching up you know? It's not like he is going to take me away from you. You know how much I wanted to know about my past." It was the first time she had said it aloud; it had always been a sensitive topic. But, she thought, Danny had the right to know.

Turning to Neville again, she apologized. "Sorry, Danny is just being a bit overprotective. Not that he needs to. We're going to be married next month."

Neville felt as if the whole world was crashing around him. One month. That was all the time he had left. What am I talking about? Am I really going to take her away from him? Woo her back? They are both obviously in love…but my heart is with her. Always was, always will. I can't just let her go. Mustering all the courage he could, he directly addressed Danny.

"I would say congratulations, but that would be a lie. I won't put up any pretence anymore. I love Luna, and I've never truly let her go. Not even during all this time since she disappeared. I will never be happy without another woman, and, as along as she remains unmarried, I will do my very best to bring her back to me."

Danny pulled himself to his full height, furious. Just who did he think he was? Coming into his house, chatting up his wife-to-be and coming upright with his threats? His fists were clenched so tightly all his veins were in relief, and all that was stopping him from punching the daylight out of this bastard in front of him was Mia's restraining hand on his arm.

"Get. Out." Neville did not budge. He knew he deserved to be beaten to pulp with what he just said, but it would be worth it. He needed Luna to understand that he was very, very serious this time. Looking up at her, he saw her nod, telling him to leave before things got worse.

"I'm not going to give up so easily, Luna." He stared at her for a long while, committing the shape of her face, the exact shade of her hair, her mouth…her eyes to memory. Nodding to himself, he finally walked away. Just before he exited the front door, though, he swore he heard a very quiet "thank you."

Neither Mia nor Danny spoke to each other for a long time.

A/N: Just felt like writing this chapter, it's a bit shorter than usual though. How was it? I thought that it would be nice for Neville to summon some of his "killing-nagini-in-front-of-voldy" courage and fight for what he wants for once. I would love it if you guys could give me some suggestions on how he could woo Luna back. Thanks for reading! x