The pyre burned. It had been an hour since the man who had lit it had left. Hogwarts was now home to the last remains of a man who had been so eager to destroy it once, though the Doctor had never known.
The girl walked down the step to the pyre. She held up her wand and it cooled down instantly as a wave of ice swept over it. She walked over to it and searched for the ring, and eventually she found it.
The grounds, so silent now, after all the death, seemed to ring with the laughter of a dead man, and the sound of drums, as the girl picked up the ring and put it in her pocket.
"Luna!" someone called. "Where are you?!"
She looked up as Neville Longbottom appeared.
"There you are!" he said. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," she said, playing the innocent, insane girl voice she was so good at. She came up and smiled. "Come on, let's get back to the party."
They left, leaving the pyre cold...