"What an…interesting necklace," Hermione shallowly commented about Luna's necklace.
"It's a Charm, actually," Luna's lighter-than-air voice said before her wide blue eyes looked at you. "It keeps away the Nargles."
You had fallen for her the first time she had spoken to you—four words and six syllables was all it took for you to realize you loved that oddball of a girl.
As you re-enter the Room of Requirement through the tunnel that led to Aberforth's home, those in hiding erupted into applause and cheers at the sight of the Trio. You smile, proud of all that your generation has achieved, and only one set of eyes is on you—hers.
She steps beside you as the infamous three recount their tale and explain what must be done. Their words, however important they are, are irrelevant to you—you have always supported them and that wouldn't change. Only one thing was on your mind—her hand had found yours and before she took you by the hand outright, she slipped a small, folded slip of paper into your jeans pocket.
Once everyone assumes their battle stations, you were free to read the letter.
"Neville,
Harry mentioned once that all of us are heroes in our own way, but he was wrong. Among us, the only hero I see is you. I doubt that I'll live to see daybreak, so I wanted you to know how proud I am to say with confidence that I knew Neville Longbottom well.
Don't forget the littler people when you're famous!
-Luna."
A wide grin crosses your face and suddenly you are overcome with emotion for her and run off to try and find her before things got too hectic. A newfound drive gave you speed as you frantically try and find her, energy bursts forth from you with a force you have never experienced before. She was that energy, and you were mad for it and for her.