(SH-SN) "Do you want to go down and talk to her" Ivy asked, looking out of the window above the back garden. Laying on her bed, Lotus replied, "Just tell me what she's like."

(SH-SN) The sunlight through the windows woke him up. Looking at his side, he saw that she was gone, as he knew she would be. “Good morning, Daddy,” two voices greeted and he smiled.

After the war there is trouble for several families and a prophecy that could change the lives of everyone, but can they work through their own emotional mess to help each other? FINISHED

(SH-SN) “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” Neville muttered, gripping his stomach and lurching forward. Ron caught him before he fell, “Come on, we’re here now.” Harry balled up his cloak and held it to the wound.

(SH-SN) It had been a lazy morning, and looking to be a slow afternoon. Neville busied himself with paperwork and watching his daughters play on the floor in the back office.

(SH-SN) "Are you sure you want to floo with him" Ron asked, nodding toward his son. "No, but Lotus seems to have become part of your shirt." Immediately, Lotus leaned away from Ron and reached for her father. (Reference to Various Exchanges)

(SH-SN) “You can stay with us for awhile, Neville,” Ron offered, gripping his arm to keep him supported. Neville didn’t respond. “I insist,” Hermione put in, straightening his shirt and forcing him to make eye-contact.

(SH-NLG) “The Order’s been called,” Neville told her, “We should go.” Luna looked into the hospital room and said, “I think I should wait here.” He kissed her before turning to the stairs. “See you tonight,” he called with a wink.

(SH-NLG) He could hear the girls laughing in the living room as they played with their mother. He smiled and turned off the tap at the sink he was washing his hands at.

(SH) "She's on her way," Neville told his wife, as he retrieved the healthy baby. Luna took up the sickly child and cradled it in her arms, her dreamy expression replaced with worry.

(SH-NLG) "I can't believe you did this, it's wonderful" Luna told him as she blew a handful of bubbles into the air and watched them fall around her.

(SH-NLG) "There is so much we have to do. Come on, lets close down the store today and go tell everyone," Luna pleaded. "Okay, okay. Just let me get everything put away."

(SH-NLG) WARNING: This story contains very playful, very much newlywed NLG. If you’re familiar with me, you know details aren’t my bag, but you know what’s going on. Read at your own risk.

(SH-NLG) "I'd have been looking for it later." "Who needs it" she asked, tugging the second button into her hand." "Not me," he conceded.

(SH-NLG) Together, they watched the sun continue it's slow, steady course until they could no longer look at it straight.

(SH-NLG) "You know what parberries are, Ron," Hermione told her husband when Neville and Luna had disapparated. "If I do, you'd better."

(SH-NLG) "Are you sure about this" she asked, looking at him. "I don't want you to be alone, and I can make that happen," he told her with a shrug. "Let's go, then."

(SH-NLG) He stood tall; proud and happy for his friend. Looking past the bride and groom, he noticed her smile and couldn’t hide his own, feeling somewhat relieved that she was taking it so well.

(SH-NLG) Ginny coughed and spluttered, gaping at the man on the couch whilst Neville took in what he’d just been told. Luna giggled and kissed him on the chin, finishing her tea.

(SH-NLG) "Where were you?” Harry asked, looking up from his breakfast of cold cereal. “I had a date with a Ravenclaw,” Neville smiled, setting down the bottle of tonic and flopping on the couch next to his roommate.

(SH-NLG) The note fell to the hardwood floor when he sat up. He smiled, remembering. "Good morning," his roommate called. "Yes, it is," he replied.

(SH-NLG) He let her lead him down the hall to his room and they curled up together, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s breathing.

(SH-NLG) Neville went to hang his jacket on the peg by the door and smiled. A light air of strawberries radiated from the sleeve she had held onto.

(SH-NLG) Shrugging, she smiled, "That only means you can't go hiding away." He nodded, "That's alright."