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Word Count: 746

Title: Memorial Day

Note: Traid Neville/Draco/Luna spinoff of Luna's Lovers

Warnings:

Beta: Butterflies765

Golden Snitch

[Name] Crissie

[School] Uagadou

[House] Ogyinae

Quidditch League:

[Team]:

[Position]

[Theme]: Quidditch Supplies

[Prompts]:

[Theme]: Book Club

[Prompts]:

[Theme]: Pokemon

[Prompts]:

International Wizarding School Competition:

[School]: Durmstrang

[Prompts]:

[Theme]:

[Position] Exchange

Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

[House]:

[Assignment]:

[Task]:

The House Cup:

[House]: Gryffindor

[Class] HoH

[Prompts]: [Character] Luna Lovegood

[Category]: Drabble

Hogwarts

Assignment 5: Thanatology: Cenotaph (Worldwide): Write about honoring or memorializing a group of people. (3 or more)

Yearly:

Seasonally:

Quarterly:

Writing Club:

Oracle Challenge:

Fortnightly:

1:

2:

Luna stood, her eyes taking in the plaque of names. Each name felt like another dagger to her soft heart. It had been a couple of years since she had come to one of these Memorial Day celebrations. Her hand rested on her large stomach as she felt her unborn baby kick.

"It really was quite something," she heard Neville say, appearing beside her. "I'm glad you finally decided it was time to come with us."

Neville's smile was soft and encouraging. He had never wanted to push his wife into this.

Luna knew it was hard for him to be here each year, and despite neither of her lovers ever saying anything about it, Draco and Neville had never missed a Memorial Day. Luna often wondered if the guilt was from remaining silent with his parents for too long, and ending up on the wrong side of something so tragic. She never blamed him; his upbringing was the culprit there.

She watched the tables draped in black cloth appear in lines, and the stadium appear behind the plaque with all the names. She went to take a seat a couple of rows back, Neville's hand grasping hers supportively. She didn't know how their friends would feel about her staying away, and part of her fear had caused it to take longer to finally come.

She recognized the older version of Harry instantly, same messy hair, same wicked green eyes. She smiled, checking to make sure Draco was in the other seat beside her. She listened to Harry start to talk.

"Welcome, survivors," Harry started out, his voice echoing over the stands that somehow filled up within seconds of the chairs appearing. Luna saw rows and rows of people, some recognizable, some faces sombre, some cheerful.

"We are all here for Memorial Day. I feel love for every face in the crowd, helping us honour those whose tragic deaths affect us to this day. The lives of our family members, lovers, mentors, and friends," Harry paused and swallowed visibly. "Their loss will never be acceptable, but their spirits remain within us…"

As Harry spoke, Luna saw the redheaded Weasleys sitting in a group, not a dry eye between them. One of the twins had died that night, Luna wasn't sure which. Her eyes flickered over to students she knew were former Slytherins, looking sombre. Their Head of House, despite his unorthodox methods, had turned out to be on Dumbledore's side all along, making Luna wonder what this meant for the next generation of Pureblood Slytherins.

Her eyes returned to the stage, Ron and Hermione's faces seemed closed down, despite her clear death grip on her husband's hand. When Harry stopped talking, Hermione stepped up to the podium while the crowds cheered for the Boy Who Lived. Luna removed her hand gently from Neville's, clapping along softly until it went silent again.

Hermione's words moved the people as well. Becoming Minister was a big job, and she was the youngest to ever receive the honour. Luna had heard from Draco she was doing well, as he now worked for the Ministry as well.

Once it was over and the crowd started to depart, Luna walked over to the names again, touching her finger and tracing over some of the ones she recognized, tears building at the overwhelming feeling of guilt, she could have helped so many more people.

"Our little Raven returns." She heard the voice of Harry behind her, and turning, she met the eyes of her friends she hadn't seen in five years, and she felt no malice in his voice, only caring.

All her friends stood there, smiling at her. "Harry, I…"

"We all did our best, Luna," he interrupted. "We are pleased you made it this year, and happy to see the three of you are doing well."

"How far along are you?" Hermione said, eyes sparkling, nodding to Luna's stomach.

"Six months," Luna said, the last of her guilt evaporating at the acceptance of her peers.

"I am so happy for you!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Told you so," Neville whispered into her ear, making her laugh, brushing away some of the sadness of the day.

Things weren't perfect, and she wasn't sure they'd ever been. There would always be memorial days, and the guilt, but at least now she had Neville and Draco, as well as all her friends. Yes, they weren't perfect, but they were well. All was going to be well.