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A/N: All song lyrics are from the wonderful song Drops of Jupiter by Train and don't belong to me at all. I'm not entirely sure why I chose this song for this piece, but for some reason it makes me think of Neville and Luna and so here it is! I also don't know why I called it Kaleidoscope, but I think it fits. I hope you enjoy my first attempt at writing Neville and my first ever Neville/Luna! This was written before HBP and is now AU.


Neville watched her as she talked rapidly, her face alight with enthusiasm and her blonde hair falling across her face. He didn’t like it like that. You couldn’t see her radish earrings and those, in Neville’s eyes, simply summed up her rather eccentric personality in two small objects. He liked the fact that she wasn’t afraid to wear them, even when others might call her strange, or worse. She pushed her hair back with only her middle and index fingers, a unique habit that Neville had noticed.

Neville watched people a lot. Luna was by far one of the most interesting people out of those he had watched, simply because she had a complex and unique personality that was difficult to work out. Neville liked to work people out and why they did the things that they did. If someone doesn’t know that you’re watching then they generally take their guard down and their true personality comes to the surface. If they are talking to you, inevitably they adjust their behaviour accordingly if they dislike you or feel uncomfortable with you. So Neville found it easier to get to know people when they weren’t watching, and he got a much more accurate judgement that way.

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain

Reminds me that there's time to change
Since the return from her stay on the Moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June

Perhaps his habit of watching people was why Neville was slowly falling for that Ravenclaw scatterbrain Luna Lovegood. Everyone else, with no exceptions, acted differently when they knew people were watching. Harry Potter acted how people thought he should act. Hermione Granger sat up a little straighter, looked a little smarter and made herself generally unapproachable, even if she didn’t mean to. Surprisingly, Dumbledore had been one of those who changed most. But then again, being Dumbledore, he had probably always been acting. He would never have let his guards down unless he knew for sure he was totally alone. So what Neville had seen when he watched the great wizard had been the many different faces he showed to the many different pupils, and when he spoke directly to Neville, he showed yet another side.

Luna Lovegood, however, was different. She always acted like no one was watching, or maybe she always acted like there was someone watching. Neville had never worked out which. But whichever it was, she showed everybody the same rather odd, unique personality. Neville wished he had that airy technique of not caring what people thought. He cared too much that people pitied him, or in the cases of some of the Slytherins and Ravenclaws, he was treated with scorn at his barely average magical abilities and rather slow mannerisms.

Harry and the DA had changed things and, incidentally, had been the main factor that caused Neville to become fascinated with Luna. The DA had been the first time either of them had actually been accepted for who they were. Oh, Harry and his friends were wonderful, but the DA was three of the four houses bonding together. And, for the first time, Neville had friends. He felt accepted. He felt like he was worth something.

But tell me, did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
And that heaven is overrated

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

That year had been the most comfortable of his life. He hesitated to say happy, when Bellatrix Lestrange had been on the loose, but he had definitely been comfortable with who he was. And he had never been so successful before. In the Department of Mysteries, only he and Harry were left standing. In the DA, only Hermione mastered the Shield Charm faster than him. Neville was no longer the chubby, untalented boy who everyone thought was in the wrong house. Instead, he had grown into his power, and finally felt that he had been put in Gryffindor for the same reason as everyone else had been.

Neville had had his first taste of power in the Department of Mysteries. He’d gotten hurt, yes, but he had fought on through the pain of a broken nose and had helped Harry to the end. And although he liked to remind himself of every sensation from that night, it was not because of arrogance, but rather the opposite. For someone like Neville Longbottom, a night where he acquitted himself so well didn’t come along very often. Remembering how well he had done made him more able to be that powerful fighter, rather than just a shadow of what he could be.

Now that she’s back from that soul vacation,
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out Mozart while she does Tae-bo
Reminds me that there’s room to grow

Now that she’s back in the atmosphere,
I’m afraid that she might think of me as a plain old Jane
Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly
So he never did land

He had first noticed Luna Lovegood properly in the DA. Being Neville, he had already noticed that she was uncommonly uncaring of what people thought of her, but he had never taken the time to form his own opinion of her. During the DA, however, her unique personality had come to the fore and she had shone in his eyes. They were very similar. She was an outcast, like he had been. Her house thought she was in the wrong place, as his own house had thought about him. The difference was she had ignored what people said, whereas every hurtful word – even if the speaker did not mean it to be - directed at Neville had shattered his confidence a little bit more. Contrastingly, every word of praise from Harry had built it back up.

Neville missed the DA, but he liked to think he no longer needed it. He knew he was capable of far more than people realised now, and he didn’t need their acceptance. But, still, he wished for another place where he belonged. It was easier to be the confident Neville that way.

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the Milky Way?

And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

Neville hadn’t had much experience with girls, but his confidence around them had shot up in his fourth year, when he had asked Ginny Weasley to the Ball and she had accepted. He had thought she was pretty enough, but he had actually invited her because he felt more comfortable with her than with someone of his own age. Mainly because she was younger and glad for a chance to go to the Ball, but also because she was Ron’s sister and Ron had always been relatively friendly to Neville.

Neville hadn’t experienced many feelings for girls, although he had suffered through a brief phase after the Ball where he fancied Ginny. He thought now that was more to do with the fact she had been one of the first girls to be kind to him and yet not pity him. At least, if she had felt sorry for him, she had hidden it well. But now, things were different. Neville spent much of his time analysing people, and he couldn’t help but to slowly fall for the girl that was Luna Lovegood.

He could be happy with her, he felt sure. She was a little odd, he knew, and often her flights of fancy made him nervous. But her kindness and warm-hearted acceptance of everyone as long as they were open-minded had drawn Neville to her. She was bright and lively, and it made Neville infuriated to see how people brushed her off just because things she said sounded strange.

She was looking at him now, and directing an open smile towards him. He gave her a quick, shy smile back, because although he may have been powerful and confident in the Department of Mysteries, he was still first and foremost shy Neville Longbottom.

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you
Even when I know you’re wrong

Can you imagine no first dance?
Freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had and me

Luna was not attractive in the usual sense of the word, but Neville liked the way she looked. Her hair was dirty blonde and often messy, but it suited her rather muddled personality, and the fact that she didn’t bother to put every hair in place like some girls just demonstrated that she didn’t care what people thought of her. Her large blue eyes protruded slightly. Some thought this gave her a strange and unattractive look, but Neville noticed the open and accepting gaze that was permanently in them, and the dreamy look that went alongside. It only endeared her to him further.

But he was desperately shy. He was more confident around those people that looked down on him, because now he simply didn’t care what they thought. He wasn’t up there with the likes of Harry, who argued back, but he no longer believed everything people like Draco Malfoy and other Slytherins said. With Luna, he was afraid she would laugh at him and he wanted so much for her to see how alike they were, so his confidence dropped right back down.

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back toward the Milky Way?

And tell me did you sail across the Sun?
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded?
And that heaven is overrated

Neville sometimes wondered about the prophecy. He wasn’t a fool. He had seen how Harry had treated him slightly differently since the Department of Mysteries, and he wondered if it was just because of the fight. He also wanted to know what had been in the prophecy that was so important that Sirius Black had to die and his school friends had to be injured just for You-Know-Who to try and get his hands on it. But he owed it to Harry not to ask, and perhaps it was better if he didn’t know. But any fool could see that Harry was destined for something great. Neville was just glad he wasn’t in Harry’s place. He barely managed to pass his classes, let alone fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and live to tell the tale.

Neville’s biggest fear used to be Professor Snape. Now when he saw a Boggart, it mirrored the dark haired, heavy lidded Bellatrix Lestrange. He had been younger when he had feared Professor Snape. But now she was free, and after seeing and comprehending what she had done to his parents, Neville feared her more than any other. You-Know-Who was like a bad nightmare, but Neville had never faced him directly and so he seemed to pale in comparison, however ridiculous that sounded. He didn’t seem as real as Bellatrix somehow. Not only that, but Bellatrix had had a more profound impact on Neville’s life.

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?

He tried not to think about his parents much. So many people in the wizarding world, upon hearing his surname, had praised his parents to the skies and painted an altogether heartrending picture for Neville. To hear his parents so highly commended and then see them in their hospital beds barely able to talk was something that no child should ever experience. For this, he hated Bellatrix with a passion, and when he had fought her at the Department of Mysteries, his more sensible side had been overridden by the prospect of revenge. He would never have forgiven himself had he not at least tried.

He had gone through so much in his fifth year that he was now a completely different person. Perhaps the old Neville wouldn’t have been able to walk over to Luna Lovegood, the girl he had fallen for. Perhaps the old Neville wouldn’t have been able to ask if he could write to her over the summer. And perhaps the old Neville wouldn’t have received a blushing, happy agreement. But the new Neville would, could and did.

And when he walked away from Luna with a promise of letters and visits, his heart, which had been heavy for so many years, was soaring and he felt almost like a new person.

And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star

And now you're lonely looking for yourself out there...


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