InsaneJournal

*Gasp* Drabble-age?
Trying my hand at writing again. FOr some reason, this came to mind at 1-sleepy-am.

Title: Ghosts
Pairing: Neville/Luna
Rating: G
Word Count: 300

Mostly Neville found he didn't mind losing his memories, not when it meant forgetting the horrible things that had happened - things he was only able to guess at, later, from reading newspaper articles and looking at the photographs thrust at him, all in hopes of jogging a memory that, recalcitrant, refused to return.

His Grandmother dragged him to visit his parents, all apparent pride vanished, full of nothing but hot air and bitterness that he had forgotten everything he owed his parents.

He knew he had lost a lot of bad memories, but he was fairly certain, too, that he had lost a lot of good memories, too. Especially when Luna came to talk to him, in her distant abstract manner. It was to her he confessed the strange phantom-memories he had. "When I walk around Hogwarts, I don't know the place at all; but still my feet feel like they've never walked anywhere else, and when I'm in the greenhouse and close my eyes and breathe, I sometimes feel like if I open my eyes, my memories will be staring right back at me."

She'd responded by asking him if it'd be a venomous tentacula or a Mimbleous Mimbletonia. He'd snorted a laughter and said it was likely a mix of both, if the Daily Prophet had it half wrong and the Quibbler half right. He was surprised he remembered the two plants.

Later, Luna had suddenly interrupted their perusal of the latest copy of the Quibbler to look at him intently, dreamy eyes unusually focused. "It's normal, you know; memories, like people, have ghosts. Some people find ghosts scary, but I actually think they're quite reassuring." She smiled, "In a way, I think it's our memories telling us we haven't - quite - lost something very precious."