"Everyone wants to be the sun that lights up your life. But I'd rather be the moon so I can shine on you during your darkest hour when the sun isn't around." –Unknown

I've never been one to have trouble sleeping, but tonight it seemed that all I was doing was tossing and turning. It had been three years, one month, and twenty eight days since the war ended and tomorrow I was finally marrying Neville Longbottom.

My inability to fall asleep wasn't due to nerves. At least not really. I was more excited than nervous, although I was a little jittery, but that was normal. Besides that, I was thinking of a million things at once. I was going to be married tomorrow. Tonight was the last night in my house; the house I had lived in all my life. In less than twenty four hours I would have a new family member, a new house, and a new last name.

I wasn't feeling overwhelmed, but it felt strange knowing that so many things would be changing tomorrow and the constant thoughts were keeping me awake. Whenever I couldn't sleep at Hogwarts, I would sit by the window in Ravenclaw tower, or I'd sneak to the Owlery or the clock tower. At home I either went down to the pond behind my house or sat at my window seat. Tonight, though, I didn't feel like doing either. Instead, I crawled out of bed and pulled on some clothes before tiptoeing out the front door and Apparating to London.

I made my way down the street and even though it was deserted, I still looked both ways before entering St. Mungo's. The lobby was as empty and silent as the street outside and my footsteps echoed throughout the room. I made my way to the fourth floor and hurried towards the double doors of the ward I needed to get to.

"Excuse me, what are you doing in here?"

I whirled around to see a Healer sticking her head out from an office at the other end of the hallway.

"Visiting," I said.

"Visiting hours are long over," she said. "Surely you knew that. It's nearly one in the morning."

I sighed. I had been hoping to get in unnoticed so that I would avoid this issue. "I know, but it's just that, well, I'm getting married tomorrow, you see, and my fiancée's parents are in this ward. Both of them. I was hoping to talk to them before tomorrow."

"You would have had to come during visiting hours. I'm sorry, but-,"

"I couldn't sleep," I persisted. "I needed to talk to them. Nobody thinks they understand, but I like to talk to them anyway. Just in case they do."

"Are you talking about Alice and Frank Longbottom?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Honey," the Healer said sympathetically, "it's true. They don't understand. We've been monitoring them for years."

"Please," I whispered. I had never been one to ask others to bend the rules for me. If someone said no then I accepted the answer knowing that they had a good reason for giving it. But this time, I needed to get into that ward.

The Healer paused and then sighed. She came out of her office and headed towards me, gently jangling a ring of keys. "We keep the doors locked at night," she explained with a tiny smile, "so your efforts to go in unnoticed wouldn't have really worked."

"No, I suppose not. I didn't think of the doors being locked. I should have."

She unlocked the door and pushed it open, holding it in place for me to go through. "They do like visitors," she said quietly. "That much they've made clear."

I smiled, nodded and headed into the ward, hearing the door quietly click shut behind me. When I finally reached the end of the ward, I silently slipped behind the curtain that separated Frank and Alice Longbottom from the other patients. They were both sleeping soundly and just as I was thinking that it would be best for me to perhaps write a note or a drawing or something to let them know I had been there, Alice's eyes fluttered open.

"Hello," I whispered, sitting down on the chair next to her bed. She looked at me groggily, her eyes vacant. I swallowed. I had never been here on my own before. I had always been with Neville or his Gran, or both. "You remember me, don't you?"

Alice reached across to her bedside table and rummaged around in the drawer before pulling out the picture of me and Neville that we had given to her a few years ago. She held it up to the side of my face as if comparing the real me to the picture.

"Yes, that's me. Me and Neville. We're getting married tomorrow. I can't believe it's already here. We both wish you could be there, of course. You and Mr. Longbottom. I couldn't sleep. That's why I'm here. I just have so much running through my head. I'm not nervous though. I'm really excited. I really love Neville and I've been looking forward to marrying him ever since he asked."

I was going on and on, but I didn't mind. I really felt as if Mrs. Longbottom somehow knew what I was talking about. My breath nearly caught in my throat as she reached over and lightly touched my ring—well, originally her ring—with her index finger.

"Yes, this was yours. Neville said you kept trying to give it to him. Did you want him to give it to me? Is that why you did it?" I wasn't expecting a reaction, which was why I was all the more surprised when Mrs. Longbottom closed her hand around mine and smiled at me excitedly. The feeling that she understood was even stronger than it had been when I got here.

"Neville's Gran showed us pictures from her wedding day and from yours as well," I continued. "You really looked beautiful. I wish I could look half as beautiful as you did."

Mrs. Longbottom turned to her bedside table and began rummaging through it again. Eventually she turned back to me and held up a bracelet. It was made of dried out macaroni, like one of those art projects little kids make. I had made a few myself when I was younger. I assumed that perhaps the hospital had had the patients make them as an activity and didn't think much else of it.

"For me?" I asked as she pressed it into my hand. "Thank you. I'll be sure to return it after the wedding. You know, I did need something borrowed after all. I have something new, which is my wedding dress, and my dad said that he has something old and blue to give me tomorrow, but I didn't have anything borrowed."

Mrs. Longbottom looked pleased with herself and I laughed. "Neville and I are going on our honeymoon to Paris and then to Sweden. We decided on Paris together, but then Neville insisted we go to Sweden so that he could come with me while I searched for a Crumple Horned Snorkack. I told him I didn't want to do any work on our honeymoon. I mean, since I'm a naturalist now, looking for rare creatures is part of my job now, but he wanted to go there. He said he'll really believe they exist when he sees one. I think he's still a bit skeptical and maybe he has a point, but he's sweet for being so accepting of what I like to do. And he's really—," I stopped short when I realized Mrs. Longbottom had fallen asleep, the photo of me and Neville tucked under her pillow.

Smiling, I stood up and pulled the covers over her. It was then that I noticed a second photo sticking out from under the other side of her pillow. I was curious, so I slowly slipped it out so I could see it better. My heart nearly stopped when I saw that it was a picture of Alice and Frank on their wedding day. It was like she really had known. I wiped a few tears off my cheeks, put the picture back where I had found it and left the ward, but not before turning and blowing a kiss in the direction of Neville's parents.

I didn't run into the Healer again as I left the hospital. I didn't run into anyone at all on the streets and my father was still sleeping soundly when I returned home. Everything was silent as I climbed up the stairs to my room and crawled into bed. This time, I fell straight to sleep, Mrs. Longbottom's bracelet around my wrist.

The sound of cheerful humming woke me up before I saw a bright light through my eyelids. When I opened my eyes, I saw my father in my room, humming merrily and pushing open my curtains.

"Good morning, Luna darling! I have a nice healthy breakfast downstairs waiting for you."

"You're excited," I observed, sitting up.

"My daughter's getting married today!" He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet, grinning from ear to ear. His excitement was infectious because I found myself giggling.

"Aren't father's supposed to be having mixed feelings about their daughter's getting married? Aren't you supposed to be feeling somewhat sad that I'm growing up and leaving you?"

"Is that what I'm supposed to do?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I think so. I think it's what everyone else does."

"Well, when have I ever really done what everyone else does? I'm happy for you. I want you to marry Neville and I know you're not really leaving me. You're still my daughter no matter what. Besides, I like Neville. If I didn't like him, well, then that would be another story."

"I'm glad I have your approval, then," I teased.

He smiled down at me. "Go on downstairs and eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Ginny will be over soon to help you get ready."

I nodded and hurried down the stairs to do as he said. No sooner had I finished eating than Ginny arrived. She was my Maid of Honor. I only had one other bridesmaid and that was Hermione, who would be coming over later so that she, Ginny, my father and I could head to the wedding venue together.

"Your hair," Ginny said once we were sitting up in my room.

"What about it?"

"What do you want me to do with it? Your father gave me this." She held up a bright yellow daisy.

"Oh, well, yes, you can do whatever you'd like with my hair. Just as long as the flower goes in it. It's good luck after all."

"I know," Ginny answered as she set to work. She settled on leaving my hair down and curly, but pinning a few side strands in the back of my head and putting the daisy there. It was simple, but very pretty; just the way I liked it.

"Thank you, Ginny," I said, admiring my hair in the mirror before heading to my closet to get my wedding dress.

"Beautiful," Ginny said after I put it on. She circled around me, adjusting the skirt here and there. Her eyes fell on my wrist and she saw the macaroni bracelet. "What's that?"

"It's my something borrowed."

"Who'd you borrow that from? A five year old?"

"No, I borrowed this from Neville's mum."

"What?" Ginny looked surprised and also sorry that she had been so blunt in asking about the bracelet.

"Yes, I snuck over to St. Mungo's last night. I wanted to talk to them. I couldn't sleep and I thought it would be comforting. She gave me this, but I told her I would return it."

Ginny nodded and went on fixing my dress. There was a knock on the door and my dad stuck his head in. "Oh, Luna, you look wonderful. You look just like your mother."

"Thank you. That's a lovely compliment."

"I think you would look even more like your mother if you had this." He pulled a gorgeous sapphire necklace from behind his back and held it out to me. I gasped and lightly touched the sapphire, oval shaped pendant.

"This was hers?" I asked.

He nodded. "She loved it. It was her favorite piece of jewelry, maybe her favorite possession, actually, and she always said she wanted you to have it one day."

"Where did she get it?"

"I gave it to her," my dad said. "It was a birthday gift."

"Are you sure you're okay with me having it?"

"Of course. Otherwise, it'll just be wasted. I know I certainly won't wear it."

"This is the something old and something blue you promised me," I said as he clasped the necklace around my neck.

"It is. Two things in one."

"I love it," I said, turning to hug my dad.

"It's lovely, Luna," Ginny said quietly. "It really is."

"Are you about ready?" my dad asked.

I turned back to the mirror and nodded. "Hermione should be here soon. Once she gets here we can leave."

"Wonderful," my dad said, heading for the door.

"Oh, the decorations are just perfect!" I exclaimed, looking around me. A cluster of chairs and a long white aisle had been set up in front of an archway of yellow and white daisies, which was situated in front of Greenhouse 3, where Neville and I had shared our first kiss. There were yellow and white flower arrangements set up in the area as well and the aisle was littered with yellow flower petals. It all looked fantastic and best of all, the sun was shining and the weather was perfect. I couldn't ask for anything more.

"Is Neville here yet?" Ginny asked.

"He should be," I answered.

"Well, come on." Ginny dragged me away from the greenhouse and around the corner. This was where I'd be entering from to walk down the aisle.

"Ginny, there's no rush," Hermione said, attempting to jog behind us and keep her heels from sinking into the ground at the same time.

"There is because if Neville's going to be standing at the end of that aisle soon, we can't have him seeing Luna yet. He can't see her until she is walking down that aisle."

"You're incredibly adamant on that, aren't you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Ginny insisted. "Luna doesn't mind."

"No, I don't. It's a lucky wedding tradition anyway."

"We're almost ready!" My dad came skidding around the corner, looking slightly frazzled.

"Nervous now?" I asked.

"No," he insisted, fixing his bright yellow dress robes. He ushered Ginny and Hermione into position before holding out his arm to me. "Neville's waiting for you," he said with a grin.

"Is he?" My stomach flipped with anticipation.

My dad nodded. "He's the one you should be asking about nerves."

"How bad?" I giggled.

"He had his shoes on the wrong feet and hadn't even noticed until I said something!"

"He must be really nervous then. How did he even manage to get his feet into the wrong shoes?"

My dad shrugged. "How should I know?"

I giggled as the music started up. The guests waiting in their chairs fell silent as first Ginny, then Hermione headed off down the aisle.

"Your mother would have loved to be here," my dad said. "She loved weddings. Loved them. Being at your wedding would have made her incredibly happy."

"It would have made me happy, too," I whispered.

"But don't worry," my dad said. "She's here. Perhaps not physically, but she's here."

"She is," I agreed, lightly touching my necklace.

When my dad led me around the corner and down the aisle, I barely noticed a single guest or decoration. If I hadn't seen them earlier, I wouldn't have known they were there at all. All I saw was the man waiting at the other end of the aisle just for me. He was wearing an expression of sheer nervousness, but he was also expressions of joy, excitement, happiness and love.

When I reached the end of the aisle, I kissed my father on the cheek and stepped up to Neville's side. He took my hand and smiled at me. I saw him glance down and notice the macaroni bracelet. Another expression flickered across his face, but it happened so fast that I couldn't tell what it was. Before I could say anything, the ceremony began.

"I married the most beautiful girl in the world," Neville said. We were at our wedding reception in the great hall of Hogwarts, dancing to our first dance as husband and wife. "Did you know that?"

"No, I didn't," I answered, "because the last time I checked, you married me."

"Want to know a secret?"

"I'd love to."

"It's the same person," he whispered.

I laughed. "How nice of you."

"Luna," Neville said, suddenly serious, "where did you get that macaroni bracelet?"

"I went to visit your parents last night," I said.

"By yourself?"

I nodded. "I was too excited to sleep so I went to visit. Just to talk, you know. I wasn't really expecting anything, but I just wanted to talk to someone. Anyway, your mother knew who I was and she remembered giving you the ring. I think I was right about her wanting you to give it to me."

"Because she said all of this to you?" Neville asked.

"Neville, no, but it's all in her actions. I can feel it. She doesn't understand everything, but she understands more than you think. She was sleeping with one of her wedding pictures under her pillow! I don't think that's a coincidence."

Neville's expression softened. "She had a wedding picture under her pillow?"

I nodded. "She did."

"Wow," he whispered. "She's never done that before." He cleared his throat. "So when does this bracelet come in?"

"She gave it to me. I told her I'd return it since it is hers. I figured maybe she made it during one of the hospital activities."

Neville shook his head. "She didn't."

"She didn't," I repeated.

"No," Neville whispered.

"Then where did she get it?"

"I made her that bracelet when I was four. It was a Christmas gift. I still didn't quite understand what was wrong with her and dad back then and I remember wanting to give them something. I was into macaroni artwork back then and I gave dad a macaroni picture frame. Gran said I was wasting perfectly good macaroni, but I didn't care. Anyway, I haven't seen the frame since, so I assumed I would never see the bracelet again either. I assumed they were both gone for good. You know, considered junk and thrown out or maybe just lost."

I didn't know what to say, so I just continued to watch Neville.

"Maybe you're right," he said. "Maybe they do somewhat understand."

"I know I'm not one to say if they do or don't, but I really think they do, Neville. I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it."

"I know," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me, spinning me around as he did so. It was the happiest day of my life. I felt surrounded by family, friends and people who cared for me, even the people who couldn't physically be with us. At that very moment, I had no idea whether or not I would ever find a Blibbering Humdinger or a Crumple Horned Snorkack, but I had found the people that I belonged with and that was the most valuable thing of all.

A/N: Well, this is the last chapter. Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck with me throughout this story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, added the story to their alerts or favorites, or just continued to read it. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. :)