+Goodbye, Lucifer+

[somehow, i just had this idea for a piece of my harry potter fan-fic, so, here's the part that won't go away.... my oc dies right in front of neville.... who loves her and she loves him.... so, yes, angsty and very, very lame..... shoot me before i finish it all!!..... please?]

"NOO!!" Neville felt the chains rip at his skin again, but this time, it didn't matter, she was dying.... he had to do something!
It was like watching slow-motion.
Her long black locks came free of the braid it had been held in as her head came forward and the sparks flew out from behind her. The black robes she was wearing began to shred from the back to the front and it was almost like watching a ripple in a pond. Her hands came forward and she clutched the chains that dangled before her.
Lucifer-Duma Lunar Black was dying from the strike from the angry fist of the "Dark Lord", but she still stood, defending the last friend that had come to rescue her. A smile softly creased her lips.
"No, Lucifer! Don't let go! Please!!"
Her hands slipped and she fell against Neville, the chains tearing deeper into his skin. He ignored the pain and watched her hold onto his shirt front to steady herself more.
"Idiot...." She coughed and blood splattered all over the place. Behind her, Voldemort raised his wand, evil striking his face, nasty, disgusting, twisted flares going through his eyes. "There's.... no end.... this is just.... another step...." She gave him a final smile, a true smile, not the one she gleamed at Umbridge the day she didn't show for detention or the DA meeting, not the one she forced to show Snape she was enjoying his class, but one of serene beauty that gave that lifeless face a place to shine. "See you.... soon.... Neville...."
She turned her head and her eyes became pitch black. After a few seconds, her pupils dilated in, white as ever, and she raised her hands in the Serpent's Strike and she lunged, the Raven's Wing sprouting out her back. This was her last bit of energy, and she was wasting it on getting Neville the time he needed to get free.
"You...." Neville's head dropped and he grinded his teeth together. All this time, all the laughter, all the silence, all her words, they were worthless if she couldn't share them with others. She couldn't.... no one but Neville thought anything of what she said.
"NEVILLE!" His head snapped to the right. Sirius and Remus were clutching the doorframe. Remus waved his arm to get Neville to move. Sirius was in awe at the battle between Voldemort, Duma, and Johab taking place just a few feet above a deadly drop into the Pensive at the bottom. "Neville, thank goodness you're alive!" Remus yelped out. He held Neville tight before blasting the chains off, leaving the cuffs. "Let's go."
"NO!!"
Remus stopped and stared down at Neville's determined look.
'This can't be where she dies! No!! Lucifer!!'
"Archangel Duma!"
The two turned to Sirius who was holding his hand out. He looked like he was desperately trying to save the niece he used to poke fun at and would get a soft laugh from on good days. A tear slid down his face.
Neville closed his eyes. This was Lucifer's last resting ground. This was where she would die, the same place his parents and her parents and her brother gave themselves up to the things they loved. This was where their sanity lay and she would soon lie in the Pensive at the bottom of the abyss beneath the Ministry.
"LUCIFER!!" Neville saw her look at him with his eyes closed. "BEFORE YOU TAKE THE NEXT STEP! I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING!!"
She began to glow, something the Dementors feared, but she loved. The glow was soft, as it had been that night she and Luna had been under the stars and a full moon. The skin she wore began to flake away and the scabs began to form. "I am listening."
"I've always admired your strength," Neville whispered. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. "I've always loved to hear from you. I watched you grow bold and I want to be just as bold!" He raised his arms up, as if welcoming a saint in prayer. "I've loved you since you taught me those things I lacked. I love you, Lucifer."
She gasped and parted her lips, as if to say something and then snapped her jaw shut, growling at Neville. She suddenly wheeled around and grabbed her brother by the shoulders and took a dive into the abyss, the screams echoing from below as Johab began to scream.
Flashes of light.... darkness.

Neville woke to find himself lying on his back in a warm place. He sat up very suddenly and crashed heads with someone next to his bed and he hit the pillow again.
"Ne-Nevill-lle's awake." It was Harry. The ordeal at the Ministry had left him with some scars that would last forever, but something seemed to be missing in his eyes. "Hi."
"Lucifer--?!"
"Died." Sirius came to stand behind Harry. "Both of them. Charlie took it hard, but he's coping. Lucifer-Johab really is a work of art, know what I mean? But his little sister, Lucifer-Duma, she was a sharp tack left to rot on the doorstep of life.... God!! Now I sound like Duma. OH! How're you feeling, Neville?"
He sighed and closed his eyes. "Like I never should have come to the attic with you." He sighed. 'Some day, I'll find the strength that you gave me, Lucifer, and I'll take what you've given me and make it something better. I promise you now.' He felt tears burn his eyes. 'And I'm not going to cry for you.'
"Lucifer-Duma wanted to give you this." Sirius laid something cold on Neville's clasped hands. "She sent me an owl and told me to give it to you when she left. But she meant when she graduated this year. Not when she...."
"--Pushed up daisies." Neville opened his eyes and saw a shimmering gold locket shaped like a heart and a cross made of pewter silver with a gold encrusted words and a single amethyst. The words were; Lucifer-Duma Lunar Raphael Black, forever tied to you. I love you
"Lucifer is dead. Goodbye, Lucifer."