Okay, I'm back; I've got Friday and Saturday written and hopefully I'll have them posted tomorrow.

Earth

Neville stands on the steps for Hogwarts, silent. Scars from spells and other detritus from the Battle still litter the grounds.

Evening of the day after, Neville is glad to be alive.

He hears a sound behind him and brings Gryffindor's sword up to a defensive position automatically, but it's only Luna.

She kneels and places her ear to the lawn. Neville wonders if she's inspecting for Crumple-Horned Snorcacks.

"Everything's different now, isn't it?" he asks.

She smiles up at him. "Of course it is. Can't you hear it?"

Neville feels a strange urge to laugh. He bends to listen.