As the days grew colder, the three became closer. Laughter at the dinner table, nights by the fireplace, and searches for Nargles occupied their joyous days. It felt like they were a family again. But the one question constantly echoed in her mind: "When will you tell him?"
Why did she avoid it so much? Would it really be that bad it she told him? But what if it was too much? Would he leave?
Luna pushed the questions aside. She stared at Neville and Rayne in the front room. He was showing her a few spells and Rayne was squealing in delight. It must be hard for her daughter. Even though she was with her father again, he didn't know she was his.
After two months had passed since Neville had moved in, he started to see Luna in a different way. He caught himself staring at her as she cooked supper and thought about her as he fell asleep. Was he falling for her? No, he couldn't- he had a wife. Who was she, though?
One day, Luna had to go into town for shopping and took Rayne with her. After they left, Neville searched through the bookshelf for something to read. He skimmed over the titles, various books about magical creatures and even a Herbology book, which he ended up choosing. When he went to put it back, however, he saw the corner of a picture frame, jutting out from behind the bookshelf. Neville picked it up, thinking it had accidentally fallen. When he turned it over, he saw that the picture was of Luna on her wedding day, smiling that radiant smile of hers. Her groom spun her around and embraced her, kissing her on the cheek.
He looked closer. His heart stopped. The picture was of him and Luna.
How was that possible? No, it wasn't, was it? Luna wouldn't keep that from him. But it was him.
He looked around the room for any more evidence. After a matter of minutes, he found a chest, concealed beneath a blanket. Opening it as quickly as possible, he couldn't believe what he saw.
Countless pictures of the three of them. Neville holding Rayne, only a couple days old. Luna kissing him on the cheek, wrapping her slight arms around his. He looked through all of them, speechless.
Luna arrived home barely half an hour later, taking in bags of food. Rayne came in with her, tired from being out so long, when Neville decided to confront her.
"Luna, I need to talk to you. Now."
She slightly bewildered, and she had a feeling that he knew. "Rayne, can you go to your room for a bit?"
Rayne obeyed, dragging her small form down the hallway.
Neville was silent. Then, summoning the words, said, "You knew. You knew everything and you kept it from me?"
Now it was Luna's turn for quietness. "How did you find out?"
"Just tell me why." Neville said laconically.
She took a deep breath. "I didn't want to tell you yet. I was afraid that you would leave and-"
"So when were you going to tell me? In another year? Or just wait until I figured it out myself, which I did," Neville was almost shouting.
Tears formed in Luna's eyes. "I thought it would be too much for you to grasp. I didn't want you to leave."
Silence filled the room. "I wouldn't have left you and Rayne. You mean everything to me," said Neville, walking towards Luna. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Luna said softly, their lips getting closer and finally meeting with a kiss.
Suddenly, the memories flooded back. Tucking in Rayne for bed and going for walks in spring air with his wife. It all came back to him as if he never forgot them.
"I remember now. Everything," he said, amazed, when their lips parted.
Luna broke into a tearful smile as they embraced. Neville wrapped his arms around her waist as she clasped hers behind his neck. He was home, and their family was truly together. What more could she ask more?