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The good side of war by Ron 4 Hermione
Chapter 2 : Firework
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 Neville tried to wipe the mud off his face but it didn't work, if anything it just made it worse due to the amount of dirt and blood on his hands. The tears had fallen but they had stopped, for now at least. They would probably be worse when the funerals got organised; so many innocent, unnecessary people had died. He was exhausted but he wasn't tired, he didn't want to sleep. He hadn't slept though in close to 30 hours and he figured he was running on adrenaline alone. The war was over and Harry had disappeared about an hour ago and now people were trying to work out what to do next. There was new faces turning up, presumably to find there loved ones who had came to fight. Neville didn't want to be there if they discovered that they had died, tears has never went well with him. He had seen his Gran just after Voldermort had died but she had wandered off, looking for people she could know. His conversation had been short with her but Neville doubted that he would forget it any time soon.

“Neville!” His Gran's voice had screamed over the celebrations that had erupted when Voldermort had fallen. Turning around he caught sight of her and half ran to her, he hoped she was ok. If she wasn't, well he didn't think he would be able to live with himself. It was his fault she was here, he had dragged her into this mess.

Do you ever feel already buried deep?
Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing

“Gran, are you ok?” Neville asked as he got within talking distance of her.

“Of course I am, take a bit more then that to hurt me. I going to presume you are?” Neville nodded, letting out an audible sigh of relief. His Gran was fine, they were both going to be ok.

“Yeah, I'm fine.”

“Good and is it true? You killed his snake?” Neville could feel his face hotting up and he knew the normal light red tinge that coloured his cheeks was appearing there.

“Well yeah but-” he started but he was cut off by his Gran wrapping him in a tight hug.

“That's my grandson,” she smiled before releasing him. “Your just like your father, he would be proud of you I know it!” Ducking his head as his Gran's words hit home he suddenly realised he was fending off tears. He wasn't going to cry, not now.

Do you know that there's still a chance for you
Cause there's a spark in you?

“Thanks Gran,” he managed to choke out but she still knew. She always knew. Pulling him into another hug she patted him on the back before standing back.

“I've got to go, I need to see who else has survived.” He nodded, he knew what she meant. Not knowing was one of the worst things, but knowing could be worse.

Heading out towards the grounds he saw several people dotted about just watching the first rays of light shine over the horizon. The grounds were tinged in a faint pink colour and I took a seat on the steps and just watched as the world spun round me.

“Hello,  Neville?” A voice broke the silence that had surrounded me and I looked around, startled that someone would call my name.

“Oh, hello Luna,” I waved awkwardly and she smiled and sat down next to me but didn't say anything. I wanted to say something, anything to her but what was I, Neville Longbottom supposed to say.

You don't have to feel like a waste of space
You're original, cannot be replaced

“How's your Gran?” She asked and I looked towards her, her hand was trailing down her arm almost as if she wasn't really interested but I could feel her eyes on me and I knew she was.

“She's ok, she's tough. How's your dad?” I returned the question but I immediately wished I hadn't. Her gaze didn't leave mine but it was as if a light had went out and she seemed to get smaller.

“I-I don't know, I haven't been able to make contact with the house but I'm sure he'll be fine.” I didn't know weather she was saying that for my benefit or for hers.

“He'll be fine Luna, you'll see,” I tried to reassure her and then I don't know what came over me but I placed my arm around.

“Thanks Neville-” She was cut off by a sound in the distant and we both turned to look at what appeared to be shooting stars or fireworks. “People are celebrating, he-who-must-not-be-named is finally gone.” She smiled towards me and I took my arm from around her and took her hand instead. A small red tinge made it's way up my cheeks as I smiled back and then ducked my head.

'Cause baby, you're a firework
come on, show 'em what you're worth

Lyrics are from Firework by Katy Perry! 

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