A girl with long blonde hair runs through the crowd. Most of her peers think her odd - some even call her Loony Lovegood - but she doesn't care. She scans the crowd for a boy's face. Is he still alive? Please. Let him be alive. She is frantic. Wizards are dueling all around, but she is oblivious to the danger. She only wants to find the boy. She spots him and runs into his arms. Thank god. He's alive. The relief is evident on her face. "Neville....I thought.....I thought...." "I know." They duck a jet of red light. "Luna. There isn't time." He says softly. "I know." A teardrop rolls off her cheek onto the ground. "Luna I need you to promise something. Please." She looks into his eyes. "Please -" His voice breaks. "No matter what happens, promise me you'll stay safe. Promise me." She leans into her friend's embrace. He had always accepted her for who she was. He was her best friend. "I promise Neville." She kissed him softly on the cheek. She broke the embrace. "Together." She whispers. "Always."