Five years later…
Neville sat at his desk and stared out the window. It was a gray day with a slight drizzle. Certainly not the type of day he was hoping to see on his wedding day. But that was neither here nor there.
"Neville!" Luna cried from downstairs. "We're going to be late!"
He snapped to attention and stopped in the bedroom, grabbing his dress robe. Slipping it on quickly, he ran downstairs to see Luna waiting by the door.
She looked at him expectantly, her own dress robe draped casually over her arm. "Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked dreamily.
"Leda," Neville said quickly, having momentarily forgotten.
"Leda," Luna said softly.
Neville turned right back around and ran upstairs. He went into a second bedroom, where their two year old daughter, Leda, was standing in her crib.
"Da!" Leda cried.
"Sorry, sweetheart," Neville mumbled, giving Leda a quick kiss. She patted his cheeks with her little hands and he knew that all was forgiven.
"Do we have everything?" Neville asked as he walked down the stairs.
"Do we ever?" Luna asked, smiling slightly.
They headed out to the curb of the London suburb where they lived. Looking around quickly, to make sure no muggles were in sight, Neville threw out his wand arm. Moments later, the Knight Bus appeared in front of the family.
"You take the stroller, I'll hold Leda," Luna said, taking Leda from his arms. Neville struggled with the stroller up the steps. Luna followed, and paid their fares for the bus.
They had a bit of a journey to Ottery St. Catchpole. Luna held Leda in her lap and started singing softly; Leda hated the Knight Bus for some reason, but they had no other way to travel. She was too young for side arm apparation.
Neville put his arm around Luna, and kissed the side of her head. Luna gazed up at him and smiled softly. Then her focus was back on Leda, who's eyes were shut tight.
They should have been married years ago, but the timing was never quite right. The year after Neville graduated, he still lived with his gran while he was in training. After Luna graduated, they decided to share an apartment in London.
Neville and Luna rarely saw each other; he was always at St. Mungo's, and she was always going out and looking for the next story for the Quibbler. And then the most wonderful and horrible thing had happened.
Luna discovered she was pregnant.
Wonderful in that they both wanted to start their family when they were young. Wonderful in that Neville was now getting paid as a Healer-in-Training, so they could actually afford to start their family.
Horrible in Luna was supposed to have another blood treatment in four little months. And if she had the treatment, the baby would die. If she didn't have the treatment, Luna could die. Horrible in that they knew if they had a daughter, she would have the exact same disease as her mother.
Neville and Luna spent an agonizing month making the decision. Neville, having toughened up some due to his training as a Healer, thought the best thing would be to end the pregnancy, and they would be much more careful in the future. They had plenty of time to start their family.
But Luna wouldn't hear of it. She was determined to have the baby. She simply wouldn't have a treatment until the baby was born. Her own mother had made that very same decision, and Luna would do the same. Once the decision was made, Neville wanted to get married right away. Luna did not. The risk was too great, she had told him. Luna didn't want to see Neville become a widower at age twenty-one.
At six months, Luna couldn't lift herself out of bed and was transferred to St. Mungo's. At seven months, she had a seizure, and Neville was convinced his future wife and daughter would soon be no more than a memory.
But mother and daughter did survive. The baby was two months early, and the first thing the Healers had to do was a complete transfusion of her blood, seeing as Luna's blood had almost turned completely into poison.
It had been the first worst twenty-four hours of Neville's life, watching both Luna and the baby go through blood treatments at the same time. He had never felt so helpless, watching his little daughter being drained of her blood. Watching her become whiter and whiter until she almost looked like a ghost.
They named her Leda, after Jupiter's smallest moon. It seemed perfect for the little girl with curly brown hair and silver eyes.
Luna and Leda spent close to a month in St. Mungo's, making sure that both would be fine. That first week, Neville hardly slept, wanting to make sure that the both had the absolute best care they could receive. Right after Leda's blood transfusion, she was given the potion that Neville and Professor Snape had created for her disease. It seemed to be working better for Leda than it does for Luna. Leda was two years old and hadn't needed a single transfusion since birth. The Healers think she could go two or three more years without a treatment. Luna still did need a treatment at least once a year, but her system had been worn down from seventeen years of treatments before she started taking the potion.
Once Luna and Leda made it home from St. Mungo's, Neville thought he couldn't be happier. Their very first night home, Neville went down on one knee and officially proposed to Luna. She said yes, and Neville was ready to get married the next day.
But life kept getting in the way. Neither one of them wanted a large wedding, so both kept putting off the planning. Before Neville knew it, six months had passed, and they still weren't married. Then Neville had to complete his trials to be fully qualified as a Healer. Wedding details were the last thing on his mind then.
Then a little less than a year ago, his grandmother passed away unexpectantly. Having lost Uncle Algie the previous year, it stung knowing Neville had no other living relatives. But as Luna kept reminding him, they had their own family now.
A family that would be getting even bigger in three months. This time, Luna and Neville took every care in planning this child's arrival to the world. Neville had an inkling that this time they would have a boy. But it was just an inkling.
And now they were finally getting married. Two weeks ago, Luna announced in the middle of dinner that she had gotten a marriage license and she would like to get married next Tuesday. Neville had simply nodded and arranged to take the day off of work.
"We're here, Neville Longbottom," Luna said softly, gently shaking him. Neville stood up and yawned. He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep.
The family got off of the Knight Bus in front of the house where Luna grew up. Luna put Leda down, and the little girl started walking slowly to the house. "Pa-pa!" she cried happily.
Mister Lovegood came out of the house and scooped Leda up. "How's my girl?" he asked, hugging Luna with one arm and then shaking Neville's hand. Neville liked Mister Lovegood, or Lawrence, as he insisted Neville call him, more and more. Neville knew he was very grateful that he took his daughter's unwed pregnancies in stride.
"Is anyone here yet, Daddy?" Luna asked, kissing her father on the cheek.
"We're just waiting on Ginny," he said, leading them into the house.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were in the living room, all wearing their dress robes. "Cheers!" Ron said happily as they walked in.
Neville blushed slightly and took Luna's hand. He knew he needed to be prepared for the inenevitable "making it legal" jokes that Ron would use.
"Where's Ginny?" Luna asked. During their seventh year, Luna and Ginny had become quite good friends.
"She should be here any minute," Harry said apologetically. "She had practice early this morning, and was cleaning up." Ginny was a Chaser for the Chudley Cannons.
A moment later, a loud crack could be heard. "Am I late?" a worried Ginny Weasley asked.
"Right on time," Neville laughed.
"I don't think you can call this wedding on time," Ron snickered.
"You should try planning a wedding with an infant in the house," Luna said dreamily. "It's harder than it looks."
"I couldn't imagine," Hermione said. She and Ron were going to have their wedding in six months. Hermione had been working very hard planning it all, as it was going to be combining her extended muggle family with Ron's extended wizarding family.
"Neville, Professor Sprout dropped this off this morning," Mister Lovegood said, handing him a jar.
"What is it?" Luna asked interestedly.
Neville threw back his head and laughed. He kept in close contact with Professor Sprout, or Pomona, as he now called her. "It has some dirt from the Greenhouse," he said happily.
Luna's eyes lit up. "That's perfect!" she said, clapping her hands together.
Their guests looked confused. "Let's just say Luna and I had some very nice moments in the Greenhouse, and unfortunately, Professor Sprout walked in on a few of those moments," Neville said.
They understood that instantly. They had to wait for the official from the Ministry of Magic that would actually marry them. Harry went to Neville's side.
"Funny how it all turns out, isn't it?" Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Neville asked.
"The vision. Most of it has come true. I lived in a muggle city for three years. I saw that exact street. Leda is the little girl we saw in the vision, and Luna is pregnant again," Harry said softly.
"You don't have a baby yet, though," Neville countered.
"That will happen soon enough," Harry said. "Ginny's young; she's still got her best playing years ahead of her. After that, probably."
"Well, Harry," Neville said, putting his hand on his friend's shoulder. "You certainly made the right choice that night."
"I'd certainly say that," Harry said, sounding a little more light-hearted.
Neville looked at his friends. Things turned out differently than he expected them to back in Hogwarts. A few years after Hogwarts, Ron entered the Auror training program. He was currently in his final year before he would be a full fledged Auror.
Hermione was a lawyer, of all things. Though she told him in a few years she planned on applying for a position in the Ministry. She thought she might like to be an Unspeakable.
Then after the whirlwind surrounding Harry all throughout Hogwarts, he settled on a peaceful career. Harry was working under Ollivander as his apprentice. Some day, Harry would make Leda's wand for her.
A loud crash coming from the fireplace caught Neville's attention. An elderly gentleman picked himself off of the floor. "I'm Ewan Gerut," he said quickly. "Who am I marrying today?"
"Better late than never," Ron laughed. Mister Gerut gave Ron a dirty look. Ron added, "I didn't mean you, sir. I meant the bride and groom."
"I see," Mister Gerut said. "Who's the happy couple?"
Neville cleared his throat and stepped forward. Luna appeared next to him and took his hand. "That would be us," Neville said, sounding slightly nervous.
"Are you ready?" he asked. Neville nodded but Luna shook her head. "We need Leda," she whispered.
Leda was currently standing next to her grandfather. "Come here, Leda!" Neville said happily.
She ran as fast as her little legs would take her. Neville picked her up and lifted her high over his head. Out of the corner of his eye, Neville could see Luna beaming, gently placing one of her hands on her bump.
Neville held Leda between him and Luna during the quick ceremony. Less than five minutes after Mister Gerut arrived, Neville and Luna were finally married. Neville put his free arm around Luna and kissed her passionately. During the kiss, he felt Leda pat him on the head gently.
They all moved to the dining room, where Mister Lovegood had ordered a nice lunch from the Three Broomsticks. Neville watched everyone sit down, unconsciously fingering the silver band now on the fourth finger of his left hand.
Luna was handing Leda a sippy cup full of milk when their eyes met. Neville grinned broadly. His two favorite ladies together. Neville knew he and Luna were meant to be. It was fate. The vision he and Harry had seen in the basement only confirmed what Neville knew in his own heart. And yes, they were a bit unconvential, marrying after the baby was born and with another on the way. Some might even say it was backwards. But it was really only typical Neville.
A/N – Well, that's all folks! Neville and Luna are going to be canon next book! I can just tell from how she writes then during a certain chapter near the end of the book. Yippee!
I know this will probably disappoint some people, but the Kerrymdb universe is officially retiring. I have to move on to the Kerrymdb2 universe, which will include HBP canon. The only stories that will survive the retirement will be "First Kiss" and the "Destiny of Minerva Duncan," which will be altered to include canon from HBP.
I've already started the new universe. I started writing seventh year from Harry's perspective (something I've actually never written before, Harry). The first chapter is up already. It's called 'The Seeker of Souls.' Why not take a look?