DISCLAIMER:

These Characters are property of JK Rowling. The story title comes from the song "On My Own" by The Used.

The Great Hall was dimly lit on a late Friday evening; the night after Gryffindor had won the Quidditch championship. Neville Longbottom was inching his way across the room, pining to himself about his non-existent love life. Neville had never truly loved the way that he had seen in the movies, and wanted deeply to feel the kind of warm emotions that he saw in his friends Ron and Hermione. Even his friend Harry, who seemed to be always preoccupied with saving the magical world had managed to find a glimmer of hope in the romantic world, and was being promiscuous with Ginny Weasley. Suddenly, Neville heard sobbing coming from behind one of the tables in the great hall. Being the curious boy he was, he chose to investigate.

Neville sauntered over to the table where the noise was coming from. Behind the bench he saw a cloaked figure, shaking viciously as they sobbed into a fluorescent yellow handkerchief. Neville stood silently watching the mysterious person, and wondering what he should say. He finally gained the courage, and said, "Excuse Me, but are you alright?"

The Person turned suddenly, revealing a tear stained complexion shadowed by a Gryffindor Lion hat. Neville immediately recognized the person as Luna Lovegood. Neville stood shocked, as Luna always seemed so sure of herself, and not one that would sit crying on the floor all alone.

"Go Away Neville!" Luna retorted, wiping her eyes to try to disguise her unsightly appearance." She straightened her cloak, and tried to conceal her sleeves, which were damp from being used to wipe her dripping nose.

"But Luna, you are upset, is there anything I can do to help you?" Neville said quietly, with a note of concern on his face.

"There's nothing you can do to help me Neville. Nothing you can do now, anyways!" Luna began to sob uncontrollably once again into her handkerchief. Its previously stiff appearance had changed to a soggy, limp pile of cloth.

Neville stood dumfounded, wondering what he should do, and if he should contact the headmaster, when Luna suddenly lifted her head.

"Please Neville, just go, there's nothing you can do for me. Its done, no one can turn back the hands of time." Luna looked up at him, almost frightened.

"Luna, what happened? Why are you so shaken up?" Neville had begun to be genuinely worried, as Luna seemed very distraught. He had never been in a situation with a crying girl, and frankly, he was inexperienced with how to handle such situations.

Finally, Luna wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "The spell went wrong Neville! All I wanted was to be able to create a friend, I am always so lonely. But it went wrong, horribly wrong!"

Neville was now completely confused. He must have looked puzzled, because Luna then continued, without waiting for a response.

"My attempt to created life, in the form of a friendly acquaintance went horribly wrong, Neville. I created life; yes, that part was not hard…but the life does not exist the way I had hoped."

"What do you mean, Luna?" Neville asked, completely dumfounded by now.

Luna sighed, and choked back tears. "The life is inside of me Neville, I am pregnant."