Normally, I'm all for canon, but I must say in the movie *Spoiler Alert* I was so happy when they put Neville and Luna together. I decided to do a story, that would kind of have J.K. Rowling's way and the movie's way involved. Obviously, it will go off canon. I apologize if there are any spelling errors or grammatical errors. Happy reading! Please review if you have the time!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The credit belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

One in the Same

Part 1

"Lumos." The tip of Neville Longbottom's wand emitted a small beam of light. Using the wand's light he carefully examined the white petals of his potted scurvy-grass. He frowned slightly as his recent neglect of them was beginning to show. After the Battle of Hogwarts, and after spending some much needed time lying low living with his Gran, he planned to further his interest in plants and perhaps take a job at an apothecary; However, as new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt requested, in fact urged, his assistance in reforming the new Ministry as well as bringing the few remaining Death Eaters to justice. For the past two years he spent most of his time at the Ministry or with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter chasing down hunting down Death Eaters (one encounter did include a rather embarrassing interview of the Malfoy family, which had brought Neville a particular joy).

"Aguamenti," he bathed the grass in water, shooting out in a small jet from his wand. Frowning again, he rubbed a blade of the grass between his fingers for a moment, thinking deeply. Although it did bring some upsetting feelings considering he excelled at Herbology, it wasn't the fact that the scurvy grass's death was an inevitable event that was bothering him. For weeks, maybe even a few months, the same thing had been bothering him. It was easy to push it out of his mind while fighting Death Eaters or spending time at the Ministry, but in times like this, when he sat alone in his flat, it was hard to ignore. Settling the scurvy grass's pot back on the shelf, he walked over to his bed. He laid his wand on his bed-side table, pulling out a thick, leather photo album from the drawer. On the first page he saw the happy faces of his parents on their wedding day; the next page a photo of them when he was first born, looking overjoyed; the next page a few photos of his mother, father, his grandmother, grandfather, and his infant self on his first birthday; the next a photo of his parents and him on the couch in their living room when he was just over a year old—the last picture they ever took together as a family, a normal family. The next few pages consisted of pictures from holidays or other important events while living with his grandmother, such as his first day of Hogwarts and his seventeenth birthday. He laughed as he noticed that his grandmother sported her horrid vulture-adorned hat in almost every photo.

Finally he arrived at the photo for which he was searching—one of his favorite photos. He pulled the picture out of the album to examine it more closely and smiled again as the faces of the Dumbledore's Army members beamed back at him. He remembered the day it was taken, a hurried shot, when Collin Creevey insisted upon everyone getting in it as one of the meetings adjourned. There he was, in the front row, with his brother, Dennis, grinning madly. Pressing some button on his camera gave him the ability to be in the photo as well. Neville remembered him and how happy he was in belonging to the D.A., like Neville himself. Neville often regarded Collin as one of the bravest students he'd ever met. As a sixth year he refused to leave Hogwarts and leave Harry and the D.A.

Neville's eyes glanced from face to face, taking in memories with each new set of eyes: Fred and George, smirks lingering; they had probably just shared an inside joke; Ron and Hermione standing next to each other "No doubt already mad for each other," Neville thought to himself; and of course, Harry in the front and center, at Collin's insistence of course rather than his own desire.

His eyes caught Hannah Abbot's for a brief moment. For anyone that was in a relationship, the natural reaction to a photograph would be to find and admire his or her significant other in the picture. And who wouldn't want to look at Hannah? She was beautiful with long blonde hair and rosy cheeks. She still was, with the same hair, except a pony tail exchanged for the pigtails and a bit taller. In the photo she stood next to Ernie Macmillan and Justine Finch-Fletchley on the complete opposite side of the group from Neville. In truth, they never were the closest of friends in school. Until the brief encounter at the Battle of Hogwarts, Neville hadn't seen her since she left in sixth year after her mother's murder. They caught up again a few months after the battle when Neville, Ron, and Harry stopped for a drink at The Leaky Cauldron, where she had then just began to work and had been dating ever since.

His guilty avoided Hannah's gaze in the picture. She wasn't the reason he took out the photo. He continued to scan the rows of faces until he came across a pair of large silvery grey eyes that didn't seem to blink. His stomach lurched. Examining his watch, he realized he still had time to do what he had to do. No matter how bad he felt and how useless it was, he had to do it.