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Challenge info:Gift fic 1 for DelusionalDoll Neville/Luna

Usual comment about it being a rush job :).

Neville was hopelessly lost in Hogwarts. He knew his way around once he found something familiar but he hadn't come across anything remotely familiar yet. The portraits were no help when he asked for directions. The point me spell usually pointed to walls. He didn't believe that the founders had made doors that walls were behind them but it was the first time me ever saw it for himself until he stubbed his toe on the brick wall behind it. He had spent four years in the castle but the stairs with him still on it. Neville found himself staring at the unmoving stairs as he hoped it would go back to moving to where he last was so he could get to his waited ten minutes before deciding he had to find another set of stairs to go up.

Entering into the dark hall way he swore as he stared at the unfamiliar portraits and hall way. He hated Valentines day since that second year when he got a gnome that bit his hand as he tried to cover its' mouth before belting out a badly written verse. He never found out who sent it but the Slytherins were laughing their head off as his face turned as red as his house badge. Pansy sent him a smirk as he passed and he wondered if she was the one who sent it. The gnome was louder than every other 'valentine' and he was certain whoever paid the despicable minion paid extra for it.

He paid the gnome a sickle and got a baleful glare back but from the smirk before heading straight for him it knew it was bad and didn't care. It was a nightmare that he was glad did not repeat. The day was blissfully dull, he went to class, ate food, and was ready to collapse in bed. He went up the stairs but somewhere between the ground floor and his dorms he got lost. He sighed and walked down the path and the torches flickered before going out.

"Great- just great. I can finally rest and now I'm lost and will get teased by the twins if they found out." Neville thought. The twins were decent people but they were absolutely tactless and blind to the fact that not everyone was like them. He cast lumos and walked down the hall before coming upon a parchment. It was folded neatly and in neat and curly writing read, "To my valentine."

Neville's hand twitched and he wondered who lost it and if he should give it to the person that it was for. Nodding to himself he decided to open it and see to who it was addressed to and who wrote it. The first line of the read 'Dear reader' and the last line read 'A secret valentine' - and Neville turned the paper over in his hand and didn't see anything suspicious. Finally his eyes rested on the first line as he read the letter.

"Dear reader,

Coming upon this letter you must have thought it was meant for someone else. It is not for someone else but you. I don't know who could pick this up- and I'm sure you don't know me. I want to wish you a happy time for this special day. Valentines day, isn't just for lovers, but those who want love and will find it if they search long and hard enough. If you haven't gotten anyone to spend it with then you're not alone in doing that.

If you do have someone to spend it with- it's not just today you need to show it- but every day with them. You never know when life will interrupt. I received a letter like this a year ago and told myself to pass it on. It told me I was special and that one day- if I was spending it alone that I would find someone to spend it with eventually. I don't know who sent it or why but it's a treasured memory.

Be grateful for what you have- and try not to take it for granted. All we have is today with the ones we love, the ones who love us, and the ones that we care for and that care for us. Love is complex as it is simple and while I can't say I love you whoever you are- I can say that I love and care for you as a fellow human being. We are all students in the same school, and it is only together, that we can survive crippling pressure.

If you feel alone- you're not, even in a crowd of people, you are never alone. The people who have gone before us watch over our shoulders, your family, no matter how they act, love and support you, and the people who chose us and we decide to let in- are always there for us if we need help. I don't know who you are but Will you be my valentine?

-A secret Valentine"

Neville paused and stared at the blond girl who was staring back at him. She was alone and wearing summer robes. A frayed and faded letter in her hand read 'To my Valentine' and he looked at the letter before whispering that he would be her valentine for this year. She blushed as she stared at her toes. He knew the letter was probably from her or else she wouldn't be so embarrassed.

"Is it okay if I keep the letter, miss…" Neville stuttered slowly.

"Luna. Luna Lovegood and yes. What's your name?" Luna asked as she looked up at him.

"Neville Longbottom. What do you want to do since there's only a few days left of Valentine's day?" he asked.

"We could go down to the kitchen for a bit of dessert…" she replied.

"Sounds good. It's curfew soon though- so if we want a proper date will have to do it later." He cheekily told her.

She laughed, "We only know each other's names. We can be friends though- then you can take me on that date if we both agree."

"It would be my pleasure if we did." Neville smiled nervously at her but she gave him a stunning small genuine smile that made his heart race.