DISCLAIMER: If I owned anything besides the order in which these particular words are placed, I would be rich. I would also be the author of the Harry Potter series, which would make this no longer a fanfic. But it is, and I'm not, so I'm going to go cry now and wish I was J.K. Rowling. L
Author's Note: I guess I really am allergic to closure. That's why I couldn't just leave The Forgotten Ones alone, I had to add a sequel, because everything was so neat and tidy and irritating. Okay, read now.
Chapter IV
Neville ripped open the letter with almost indecent enthusiasm.
Dear Neville,
Even though he just wanted to know what the answer was, he read it completely through.
I'm honored at your request, and am pleased to announce that my father has agreed to let me join you; providing, of course, that he be given the address. Of course, it would help if I had the address, as well, so I could actually go there. I'll be expecting your owl.
~All My Love,
Luna
The shortest letter she had ever sent him, and yet the most fulfilling by far.
He felt stupid that he had forgotten to include the address and several other details, such as the telephone number (the home wasn't in a wizarding community, so owls flying back and forth too often would look suspicious). He quickly wrote a new letter to Luna, hand shaking more than slightly, and tied it to the bird that was still standing in his bedroom, waiting for his response.
He could barely get to sleep, and when he finally did he dreamed of nothing but Luna and how she would react to their new home.