Biting down the tears, Hogwarts' current headmaster, Neville Longbottom fetched his wooden walking stick. His white hair was combed and he wore his best robes. He knew, the people would talk bad because of its colour. Bright yellow. On such an occasion... But he did not care, for bright yellow had been her favourite colour.

Gathering the bundle of bright yellow sunflowers he was ready. Passing the portrait of the two headmasters and the one headmistress that had educated him, Neville nodded. "Only a person, as useless as Longbottom would wear such a robe to a funeral.", he heard Severus mutter, but he only smiled sadly. "You're wrong Severus.", Minerva smiled, and Albus went on "Really wrong, Severus. Remind yourself who's funeral he is going to. I'm sure Luna would not have liked a depressing black at her funeral. Even the weather is on her side.", Albus smiled serenely and Neville took a glance out.

The sun was high in the air, the sky was cloudless, yes this was the weather she had often pictured to be buried under, in the past weeks. Neville bid a short goodbye to the three and carefully stepped down the marble staircase.

When he reached the floor his two stepsons Lysander and Lorcan already awaited him, together with his daughter Alice, and his three grandchildren Frank, Nathaniel, and Ophelia. After greeting his grandchildren, he quickly hugged the three adults. "Do you know, if your father is coming?", he asked Lysander, who grinned at him "But you're already here aren't you?" Neville rolled his eyes at the answer, and Lorcan answered "He said he didn't know whether he'd make it." The 8 year old Ophelia blew up her cheeks childishly at her biological grandfather's behaviour.

"Come on now, we've got to go. We wouldn't want your grandma to wait for us, would we?", Neville smiled weakly. The three children nodded. Ophelia turned to Lysander and tugged on her father's robes, wanting to be carried. After she had settled in his arms the small group made their way down to Hogwarts' backyard.

When they had reached the graves of the fallen of Hogwarts Battle, they saw chairs being set up, and a stage. On the stage was a bright yellow coffin, around it a bunch of sunflowers were draped.

The Longbottom-Scamander family walked along the rows of chairs and took their places in the first row. Friends of the family came by to condole, like the whole expanded Weasley family (Bill and Fleur, Victoire and Teddy with their son Remus, Louis and his wife Brigitte, Charlie's widow Vanessa with her son Justus, and her granddaughter Lisbeth, Percy with his daughters Molly II and Lucy, and his grandchildren Jennifer and Kenneth, George, Angelina, Fred II and his wife Carlotta with their sons Fabian and Gideon, Ron and Hermione with Hugo, Rose and Scorpius with seven month old Charlotte, Harry and Ginny, James, Albus with Stella and their son Sebastian). Dominique had come with her elder sister, had lifted up Ophelia, and sat next to her husband. Lily had gone up the stage to begin the funeral.

"Good afternoon, my dear family, friends. We are here to day to honour one of my namesakes: Luna Lovegood. My godmother, mother-in-law, my mother's best friend. She knew more creatures in the world than anyone I ever met. She is deeply missed by every one I know, and she will never be forgotten. Goodbye aunt Luna.

This short piece is the last one of these One-Shots. I am terribly sorry about that, but I have, for some reason lost all inspiration regarding Harry Potter. Maybe that will change when I watch the films again soon, but right now I do not have the feeling that I can continue this any further. And leaving you with such a semi-sad one-shot.