A/N The epilogue! This is dedicated to Alyssandra Wolfe, who reviewed the most for this story, and who makes me laugh with the insane amount of smiley faces she puts into her reviews! So here's one more back at you! =D It's even visible this time!

Anyway, enjoy!

Dumbledore sighed as he looked out across the Black Lake. It had been a month since Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and Neville Longbottom had been brutally murdered. It was a half an hour before midnight, the estimated time of their deaths.

He glanced at the small gathering of students. They were all Slytherins. Dumbledore never thought he would see the day when his Gryffindors scorned at death and the Slytherins would join him in mourning, but it was here.

One by one, the students came up to the receding tide of the Lake. They each placed a lit candle in the water. Dumbledore watched as Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe and countless other Slytherins placed the flames on the water.

Dumbledore was lost. He had so many questions, but now was not the time for noise. He respected the silence and waited until all of the Slytherins placed their candles. Then, he placed three candles, one inscribed for each boy.

As they floated away, Dumbledore swore that, in the reflection of the candle light, he saw the boys. Harry and Draco were embracing. He had never seen the emotion he saw on their faces. It was pure, untainted happiness. They were content in each other. Standing beside them, as their silent guardian, was Neville Longbottom. He smiled as his only two friends found their happiness.

Dumbledore was startled by a presence at his side. He looked down and saw a mourning Luna Lovegood. "Can you see them too?" For some reason, her tearstained words didn't seem to ruin the moment like his would. He just nodded.

"It's love. We both loved them, all three of them. This is them saying goodbye."

"How are you?"

"I'll survive. I know that he'll be with Harry and Draco."

"And you?"

"Neville asked me to marry him the two nights before they were killed. I'll honor that. I'm not going to accept any proposal, and I'll see him again someday."

"That is very wise of you, Ms. Lovegood."

"I'm not wise. I speak what I see."

Dumbledore nodded and the silence stretched on until a clock in the distance chimed midnight. As it did, cries broke out among the girls assembled. Dumbledore started to lead the Slytherins and Luna Lovegood back to the castle. As he did, he pulled aside one of the students. "Why are you all here? I am aware that you hated Mr. Potter, and openly mocked Mr. Longbottom."

"We were wrong. We got to know them, and we were wrong. There may be four houses, but we are all students in a school. The houses are labels. There are people to hate out there, but it's not because they sleep in a different room."

Dumbledore stood there, shocked, and the Slytherin kept moving. Dumbledore realized that he, too, had been wrong. He shook his shock off and watched as the Slytherins-no- his students walked back to the school. As he looked back to the lake, he saw the images of the three boys faded. "Goodbye, my boys."

He walked back to the school, the weight of murders in his school on his shoulders, and the redemption of the complete happiness on their faces. When he lifted his head, he saw Luna helping a fallen Slytherin; he smiled in spite of the misery. It finally happened. Some inter-House peace had been achieved. Two Gryffindors, a Ravenclaw, and a Slytherin had come together. No longer would there be hatred because of a House. The boy was right. The House system had given the students another unneeded reason to hate each other before they really knew them.

Sure there were the ones who were determined to keep the rivalry going. He was ashamed to say that most where in his own staff. They had grown up in the same environment that resulted in the deaths of three students. Dumbledore nodded.

There was still a lot of work to do within the staff, but already the students were forming one group. It was a shame that students like Ms. Granger had to become an outcast because of her hate. The world was turning on its side, but perhaps it was time.

Who knew? Maybe, a hundred years from now, Gryffindor would be the dark House. He hoped not, but who could tell?

Dumbledore quickened his pace to where the rest of the group had gathered. There, there was a golden statue. It would forever stand there as a reminder of the murder, but more than that, the strength of the three lost boys. One by one, the students placed flowers at their feet. Dumbledore waved his wand, and the flowers melted into the statue. A plaque was engraved in the bottom.

Stand for what you believe in, even if you're standing alone.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded to Luna. She began to tell all of the students to go inside and to bed, until it was only her and Dumbledore.

"Sir, do you mind if I stay here a bit longer? I need to say goodbye a bit longer."

"Of course, Ms. Lovegood. I'll-"

"Mrs. Longbottom, if you don't mind, Sir."

"Of course. I apologize. I'll let your teachers know that you had a late night and won't be able to join their classes tomorrow, Mrs. Longbottom."

"Thank you, sir."

Four hours later, Luna found she had properly said goodbye to the first person to be nice to her and his boyfriend. She knew, however, she would never have enough time to say goodbye to Neville. She loved him, and that is why she knew she could never completely say goodbye. She would carry him with her wherever she went. He placed a hand on her stomach. She knew that she shouldn't be able to tell this early, but she was absolutely certain.

She decided it was getting too cold to stay out here much longer, and it was getting light. She walked back towards the castle and looked back one more time. Around the statue, she saw a lone ghostly figure standing there. "I love you." He mouthed. She realized he had no voice. "And I'll always be with you and the little one."

Luna cried again. "I love you too, Neville, and I will carry you with me in my heart."

She turned and walked to the castle and fell into her bed. She cried for the three most innocent people who died in an act of hatred. She cried for the love she had lost. She cried for the love that had never got a chance to shine the way it should have, both hers and Harry's. But most of all, she cried for her child who would never know its father. She cried herself to sleep.

When she woke in the morning, she was in a new mindset. Her child would know Neville. The baby would grow up on stories of his father, and she would make sure it knew everything she knew about the man she loved.

With that, she stood and walked back to the statue of the three strongest people she knew.

The End

A/N Well, I got tears in my eyes at that. Anyone else? Or am I just pathetic? What do you think of the epilogue? Should I go hide in a dark corner or under a rock and never write again? Or did you like it? I am dying to know! Please stop my insanity (in this manner) and let me know!