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A Fitting End	By : bibliobibuli17 Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neville Longbottom sat beneath a tree at the side of the lake, watching as ripples in the water disturbed the pristine image of the moon on its surface. There was a light breeze, and he listened as the leaves above him, colored by the arrival of fall, rattled. He�d been spending a great amount of time out here - one of the only places left that cast a decent illusion of peace, seemingly untouched by the war that had been raging for the past year and a half.
Ever since Dumbledore had been killed, Voldemort had been doing as he willed with no fear of opposition. Half of wizarding England had been taken over, and Voldemort was growing bold enough to venture into neighboring countries. Unbeknownst to him, however, Harry Potter and those who had been present at the Department of Mysteries two and a half years ago had been tracking down the last Horcruxes and searching for ways to destroy them. It had started as just the trio � Ron, Hermione, and Harry � but after much persuasion (in the form of following them around and nagging), Luna, Ginny, and he himself had joined them. It had taken the group a year after that to round up all the Horcruxes, meeting once a month with the Order to stay abreast of happenings in the way of Voldemort. The Order had attempted each meeting to coax what Harry Potter was doing from his lips, but Harry had stayed silent. Luna, Ginny and Neville himself still didn�t know what the Horcruxes were, only that it was crucial they were found and destroyed in order to eliminate Voldemort. They speculated amongst themselves, and had various theories, but never did they pressure Harry (or even Ron or Hermione) for information. The three knew Dumbledore had sworn Harry to secrecy and respected that.
Maybe after the war Neville, Luna, and Ginny would be filled in on the Horcruxes; the three knew that Harry trusted them, but it was incredibly important Voldemort have no idea what they were up to. This, they knew � felt it was common sense, actually. So, they didn�t pressure those in the know and did their best to be of help when it came to what they were privy to.
Harry had told Neville about the Prophecy, however. He�d pulled Neville aside one night approximately 6 months ago and told him everything he knew. Neville had been shocked, and dare he say appalled, at the claim. He�d been very quiet the next few days as he contemplated, and became accustomed to, the revelation. It�s not every day one finds out they were nearly slated to be a Dark Lord�s most hated enemy, and as such the only one who could vanquish him.
Neville accepted it now, but he never failed to shudder when acknowledging what might have been. It seemed almost a betrayal to Harry to say so, but he was incredibly grateful it hadn�t been him Voldemort had chosen in his self-fulfillment of that cursed Prophecy.
Now, sitting and gazing through the moonlit night, Neville was scared. Everyone was. Hermione, and occasionally Snape when he could get away from his �duties� elsewhere, had spent the last three months looking for a way to truly dispose of the Horcruxes. Snape they�d only seen four times, but a variety of owls (to assist in anonymity) stopped by Harry�s room in the castle often. Harry, mindful of that anonymity, never replied.
The first time they�d seen Snape, he�d explained everything to Harry - including the Unbreakable Vow and how far in the loop Dumbledore had kept him, which fortunately turned out to be entirely. Harry, being as stubborn as always, had initially refused to believe, and Hermione had had to spend many an hour reasoning with him. One didn�t stick by such petty rivalries in war, and Snape and Harry were both wise enough to acknowledge that.
As slow in coming as that wisdom was, Snape and Harry now had a somewhat working relationship. They were all aware, however, that no love was lost between the two.
Snape�s presence was another secret from the Order, which was why the Order headquarters had been moved to Hogwarts. Snape knew about Grimmauld Place, and Hogwarts had not been in session since Dumbledore�s funeral. It was, sadly, fairly convenient for those who weren�t aware of Snape�s situation. Those that were had to play they weren�t.
As a result of the teamwork of the six students and Snape, the Horcruxes had all been destroyed a scarce week ago � other than Voldemort himself and Nagini, of course. Unfortunately, it hadn�t been before Voldemort�s attack on the Ministry. That had been a little more than three weeks ago, and the Order had lost, badly. There were few casualties, mostly thanks to those skilled in healing and the Death Eater�s dislike for quick deaths no matter how beneficial they were. There were many grievous injuries, however, and a multitude of the Order had spent the last few weeks recovering.
Their morale wasn�t so easily restored.
With the Horcruxes destroyed, they were just waiting for Voldemort to make a move. They needed a large one, as many Death Eaters there as possible, so when their master died it was a simple matter of casting an anti-apparition ward to keep them all in one area. They were waiting on Snape.
Neville sighed, leaning his head back against the tree. He wouldn�t lie � he was scared, nervous, and nearly certain he was going to die.
Hearing the crunch of fallen leaves from his left, he looked over to see his girlfriend of a year walking toward him. Luna was gazing at the ground, seemingly mumbling to herself as she strode toward him. Smiling gently, Neville waited for her to draw closer before speaking.
�Luna, what are you doing out here?�
She glanced up, her eyes that were always so full of dreams and imaginary worlds gazing into his own. �I could feel that you needed me,� she said, pausing before adding, ��and the three-horned warblesnouts were closing in.�
Neville, grinning at the charming quirkiness he loved so, patted the ground next to him. She sat, leaning her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her. It was quiet between them for a few moments as she played with the blades of grass below her fingertips. He gazed silently down at her, drinking in what he could see of her face to hold in his memory. The breeze caused strands of hair to dance smoothly around her face, the moonlight on her pale complexion and light hair making her look almost otherworldly for a moment.
�Do not worry so, Neville. I cast a warblesnout repellant charm.�
His amusement dancing in his eyes, Neville kissed the top of her head before returning his gaze to the water. If they both lived � and the thought of her death caused a sharp pain to reverberate through his chest � life would never be boring with Luna Lovegood.
Some time later, as Neville was dozing in that area between worlds where the sounds in the real are incorporated in that of the dream, a bright silver light startled him awake. Harry�s patronus, a large stag, was standing in front of them. Snorting and scuffing a hoof, it waited for Neville�s acknowledgment before racing off back to where Neville assumed it came from � the castle.
He nudged Luna awake. Not seeming to need any explanation, she started for the castle. Neville walked next to her, mind going a mile a minute and fright causing his heart to beat madly. Harry had sent his patronus.
Their moment had finally come.

A/N: A little fluffiness. Kind of odd after the last chapter >.>. Review? Por favor? This is my first fic ever, I SURE I must need some constructive criticism! ;]
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