Harry Potter One-Shots

Neville and Luna

Chapter 4: Neville and Luna - My Rock, My Moon

She lightened up his darkest days, the year after the war. She always had something light to say that would make him smile, or she would blame some creature that he was pretty positive didn't exist, on his change in moods. But he new better, so many people had died in the war that often times he found himself standing and staring at nothing as he remembered the ones he new. His nightmares where the worst it seemed. Every night a new terror would be there to greet him once he was in Morpheus' arms. She would wake him and hold him close and hum some song he didn't know until he calmed down. She was his moon in the darkness of his life, always shining, pure and white.

It hurt her when he lost himself and didn't know where he was, but she was always there to bring him back, like he was for her. When she would stop mid-sentance when they talked, and spaced out, he was always there to bring her back to earth. Sometimes she had bad days too, loud noises still scared her from her stint at Malfoy Manor. There would even be days where when ever she picked up something, it would shake violently in her hands until she either forced herself to let it go, or he held her hands and helped her place it down. They were both damaged, but they managed to make it through, because she had him, her rock to tether her down when she floated too far away.

They seemed like an odd couple, they knew that, she was small, pale, and slim, with eyes that held so much knowledge and secrets. While he was tall, tanned, and dark haired with eyes that held so much pain and hurt and made him seem so much older. She was shorter that he, but when they stood side but side, they just clicked, like two puzzle pieces.

Their friends could sympathize, they were in the war too, but none of them went through what they did. Both were tortured by Death Eaters, and still suffered from the trauma. They had to make it through the last year on their own while their friends had each other to support them. Trauma and demons aside, they were a sweet pair, and it showed by what they did.

While he was away on Auror missions, she was his moon that lit up the sky, he would follow it back to her anywhere. He would write, when he could, sweet nothing's and promises that made her smile that blissful smile of hers. When he returned, they made a day out of it, they'd go for a night on the town, muggle and wizard alike, and he'd knock her socks off and make her fall for him all over again. And when the night moved to something more, and they laid interwoven on sheets, he would observe her as the light from her namesake danced across her skin and illuminated her being. Pale as snow with a pure heart, his beautiful moon.

When she studied, and her mind wandered to the far reaches of the stars, the mere mention of his name brought her back down, and she was able to focus once more. A millions miles away and he still had the power to bring her back into focus, it was one of the reasons why she loved him. When they were together, and she would say something, in that way she had, and her eyes would gloss over with that far-away look, he simply had to say her name, and she came back. Always there for her, to bring her back, her rock and anchor, without him, she would float away.

The day they married was interesting indeed. The colours silver and blue, representing the pair in their own ways. The ceremony was flawless, no trips or falls, or fights amongst friends. It was truly a perfect day. As the newly married couple of Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood danced on the floor, they held hands, and their rings shined in the light that hit it. If you squinted had enough, you would be able to make out the words inscribed on the outside of the rings. Hers read, 'My Moon,' his read, 'My Rock.' The couple smiled at each other and knew, they couldn't be happier.