Debating on making this story
Title: Moonlit Growth
Neville Longbottom never expected to feel this nervous. He had faced Death Eaters, led a rebellion at Hogwarts, and stood against Voldemort himself. But standing outside Luna Lovegood’s cottage, his palms were sweating.
The war had ended, but the scars it left behind still lingered. Neville had thrown himself into his work as a Herbologist, tending to magical plants that healed wounds both seen and unseen. But something was missing. Or rather, someone.
Luna.
She had always been a mystery—a dreamer with her head in the clouds, yet somehow more grounded than anyone he had ever met. She saw the world differently, not as it was, but as it could be. And Neville had always admired that.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
The door swung open, and there she was. Barefoot, her pale blonde hair slightly tangled as if she had just come back from chasing creatures no one else believed in. She smiled, her silver eyes twinkling like moonlight on water.
“Neville,” she said, as if she had been expecting him all along.
“Hi, Luna,” he managed. “I—uh, I brought you something.” He held out a small potted plant, a delicate blue flower that shimmered softly in the fading sunlight.
Her fingers brushed his as she took it, and Neville swore he felt magic in that small touch.
“This is a Lunabloom,” he explained. “It only blossoms under moonlight.”
Luna cradled the pot gently, a soft hum escaping her lips. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Like something out of a dream.”
Neville smiled. “Like you.”
Luna blinked, then grinned. “Would you like to come in? I was just making tea.”
And just like that, under the soft glow of the setting sun, Neville knew—whatever happened next, he was exactly where he was meant to be.
