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angst-hotline · 3 years

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during potions class, professor slughorn asks neville to identify what amortentia smells like and he describes luna love good but he’s dating the reader and she connects the dots (angst/fluff)?

Amortentia | N.L.

in which neville smells luna lovegood instead of his girlfriend in his amortenia potion.

warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of cheating, (lmk if i missed any!)

this one’s a sad one babes ):

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he didn’t mean for it to happen. he couldn’t help but to smell her. her small scents of mint and cherries.

when professor slughorn had asked your boyfriend neville to step to the front of the class, and to take a whiff for lesson purposes, you expected nothing less for your loyal boyfriend to smell you.

“well, mr. longbottom? what does it smell like?”

a brush crept up to your cheeks, waiting for the boy’s reply. but, neville’s face seemed to be frozen. he couldn’t help but to let the heavenly smell convey itself into its senses, leaving a reminder of how much of a git he was.

“um—c-cherries...” he started, voice shaky and guilty. “and m-m-mint...”

your eyebrows furrowed, as cherries and mint was definitely not your signature scent. hermione gave you a look that could only be described as shock and worry. you took a whiff of your robes, only smelling the scent of your winter apple perfume.

and in that moment, your heart shattered.

the professor’s voice went blurry, and you could only hear the soft mumbles of the ones who stood around you. you clutched onto your potions book, your gaze fixed onto neville’s back with a look of hurt.

you realized then... it was luna lovegood he was smelling. it was truly the only thing that made sense. being her friend and all, you knew exactly what she smelt like. and besides, her and neville had been spending some time together recently.

it only made sense.

but that was the worst part. the fact that it did make sense to you. and in that moment, you wished you were oblivious. you wished you didn’t have to hear him utter those words.

when he turned around, the first person he looked at was you. his stomach dropped when he saw that flash of hurt and confusion in your once bright eyes, now dark and spiteful.

when it came time to do today’s assignment, you simply joined dean and seamus at their own table, attempting to make the assigned potion. you took your anger out on the ingredients, crushing and stabbing, watching them fall into the cauldron. neville kept glancing over at you, trying to find some sort of reassurance in your eyes, but the one time you did look over at him, you rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing.

the class was finally over, and you were the first one to storm out of the classroom, just wanting the comfort of your bed right now. you needed a place to think, and attempt to process everything that was happening. you had been holding back tears ever since the realization hit you.

“y/n!”

you knew the voice, but it sure didn’t stop you from stomping your way through the halls, unmannerly pushing people aside.

neville finally caught up to you, though. he grabbed your wrist, and turned you around. he looked... scared.

“y/n... i—i know what happened—but... i just really need to—“

“fuck you, neville.” you spat, not even letting him stutter out a proper explanation. he looked genuinely hurt at your words, but at this point? you didn’t care how he felt. because obviously, he sure had no regard for your feelings anymore, or even your relationship.

you walked away, him still desperately calling out your name. but, you couldn’t find the strength to face him. tears brimmed your eyes, and you wiped them away with your fingertips, not too keen on breaking down in front of the whole student body.

you were so... broken.

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it had been a week since the whole scenario had played out, and you hadn’t muttered a single word to your boyfriend. he made every attempt possible to speak to you, even trying to “make it up” to you it seemed. every morning, you would make your way out of your dorm to find a flower or a small plant sitting outside of your door. sometimes, it would have a note pleading for you to talk to him. but, you just simply disregarded the gifts, and left them in your dorm to die out.

today, you were sitting by yourself, watching the sky through the high windows in the great hall. distracting yourself from this whole thing was becoming highly difficult, as it was the only thing that you could think about. you hadn’t slept almost any, and you stopped trying so hard to put yourself together.

what was the point?

“y/n...” you heard from right beside you. you turned your head, and saw the kind white haired girl with a shy smile on her face, waiting patiently for you to respond.

“hi, luna...” you greeted her back sadly, looking back down at your untouched breakfast.

“do you think we could speak in private? i understand if not... but i only feel as if it’s the right thing to do.”

as much as you wanted to say no, and even slap the girl in the face, you knew this wasn’t her fault. she would never do anything to betray your trust, as not only was she your friend, but she knew how much you adored neville.

you nodded your head, and suddenly the two of you disappeared from the great hall, leaving neville to watch you both intently as your dragged your feet, following luna.

he hadn’t been okay without you. guilt and confusion had been tearing him from the inside out. he knew the truth, though. he may have had some unresolved feelings for luna, but, he loved you. he was in love with you. and, he really hoped he hadn’t messed things up. because if he did...

he wouldn’t know how to carry on without you.

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the talk between you and luna was kind, as she told you that neville had explained everything to her. she told you that neville maybe did have some stupid crush on her, but it was nothing compared to the way he felt about you.

but unfortunately, as much convincing and fixing that luna tried to do, you had come to the conclusion.

you were leaving neville.

why would you want to be with someone who has feelings for someone else? why should you have to question yourself for the sake of neville? it wasn’t fair. none of this was fair.

you loved neville with everything you had, and you could’ve swore you were enough for the boy. but, this situation really changed your whole perspective on that, and on him as well.

now, you were in your dorm, sobbing with a pillow clutched in your arms, hearing the past week’s events replay in your head. you were absolutely heartbroken, and at this point, it felt like nothing could save you from the seemingly never ending despair.

a gentle knock came to your door, and you instinctively told the person to come in thinking it was just one of your dorm mates. but, when the door opened, your eyes widened a bit, and your chest tightened.

“get out!” you spat, not even letting him get a word out.

“but, y/n—please...”

“get out, neville! get the fuck out! can’t you see that i don’t want to speak to you?!”

“y/n—we need to talk about this... please just let me explain everything. i’m begging you...” he pleaded, closing the door behind him. you groaned, already feeling defeated.

you sat up on the bed, and threw the pillow that you were once crying into on the edge of your bed. you let your feet dangle off the side, and you looked up at your... “boyfriend”.

“talk.” you demanded, seeing how fidgety he was becoming.

he nodded his head, and took a step closer to you as he played with his fingers.

“first off... i want to start by saying that i’ve really missed you. and i don’t—“

“shut it, neville. just explain.”

he knew he deserved it, but he couldn’t help but to feel upset by the way you were speaking to him. you had never been so rude, sounded so spiteful. but, it was all neville’s fault.

“okay... i-i-i’m sorry... what happened was—bad. a-a-and i know you’re really angry with me, and you have every right in the world. but... i just want to apologize. i can’t—i can’t stand not being around you, y/n. you’re my whole world... and i hate seeing you like this...”

more pieces of the puzzle began to put themselves together, and you scoffed as he continued his speech.

“are you—are you that fucking stupid, neville?” you snapped, and he looked at you with a confused looked on his face.

“but—i-i-i’m apologizing... i’m trying to—“

“no, neville! this isn’t something you just get to apologize about and move on! you—you like another girl... do you know how that makes me feel?! do you know how serious this is?”

he glanced away from you for a moment, his eyes filled with tears, as well as yours. “y/n—i do know how serious—“

“no you don’t, neville! you don’t fucking get it! i’ve been a fucking wreck over you because you like luna! and—i don’t know if you forgot... but you’re my fucking boyfriend!

his lips quivered as he stared at you, “i-i-i know y/n... and, i’m trying to make this right—“

“you can’t make it right, neville! there is nothing in the world that you could possibly ever do to make any of this better!” you yelled, getting up from the bed fully now. “imagine—imagine if i fancied another boy while we were dating! how do you think you would feel? well... let me give you a clue! it would make you feel absolutely worthless... like—like our whole relationship didn’t even fucking matter!” you were now sobbing again, attempting to push through your words between shaky breaths and a tightened chest.

“our—our relationship doesn’t matter to you?” neville asked, his eyes blank.

you chuckled spitefully, “it does, neville! that’s the point! but... it obviously doesn’t matter to you! because—if you really loved me—you wouldn’t even think of another girl like that! i feel like—i’ve wasted my time being your girlfriend... just for you to fancy somebody else! and... out of all people for merlin’s sake! fucking luna?!”

maybe you were still in denial about the whole thing, but the only thing you could feel at this moment was pure rage.

“y/n—please stop yelling... i’m—i’m trying to fix this—“

“there is no fixing it, neville! no apology... o-o-or stupid plant will make this any better!”

from the way you looked, and the vile words that left your lips, neville knew what was coming.

“what—what do you mean? we—we can fix this, y/n... i—i won’t hang out with her anymore, a-a-and i’ll try and—“

“no! just stop!” you screamed, interrupting his fast talking.

there was silence for a few moment. silence that was ever so present, and filled your gut with sadness and anger. you let out a small cry, and neville tried to reach out to you to hug you, but you shoved him away.

“y/n—please... let me hug you... i—“ he tried once more, but you just shoved him away even harder. “petal... please—let me touch you...” he pleaded, walking up to you once more, but you denied him once more.

“i don’t want you to touch me, neville! i want you to go!”

and stupidly, he tried once more.

“STOP!” you screamed, shoving him back onto the ground. he was taken back by this, and only now, did he truly understand how deep your emotions were running.

you huffed, cheeks wet with tears, and you stared down at him, tears falling from his own eyes.

“i’m done, neville...” you sighed, “i—i can’t stay in wonder about if you’ll cheat on me or not. or... even have to compare myself to her everyday. i won’t do that to myself.”

neville sat up, “y/n—no... please—i can fix this—please just let me—“

“there is no fixing it, neville.”

and with that, he began to sob. he crawled over to you, and grabbed your thighs as he rested his head into your stomach, clutching onto you for dear life as he trembled.

“no... no... please, please, please... i’m sorry—i’m so sorry... please, y/n...”

your instincts were telling you to run a hand through his hair, and comfort him in his time of need. but, you couldn’t. this was his fault, and you were in no position to take care of him anymore.

“don’t do this—don’t leave me please...”

you let out a small sob as well, looking down at the inconsolable boy who was trying so desperately to change your mind. he knew this might be the last time he would ever get to touch you, let your scent spread throughout his senses. simply lather himself in the familiarity and love of you.

“i love you...” he cried once more.

you finally took his hands off of you, and made him stand up back on his two feet. when you two met eyes once more, you watched as his tears fell onto his sweater.

“no you don’t.”

#neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville x reader #neville x y/n #angst as per usual #tw cheating?#this is so good

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Person: hey, you single? ;)

Me: no, I am currently in a love-hate relationship with every angst fic writer ever

#angst #angst for days #angst fic #angst fanfic #i love angst #i hate angst

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐬.𝐛.

Pairing: sirius black x reader (marauders era)

Warning(s): angst, sirius being stupid, explicit language

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: You and Sirius used to be in a relationship. This is the story of how everything turned to nothing at all.

Key: prompts written in bold, flashbacks in cursive.

A/n: requested by @amourtentiaa and @reguluscore. I really liked this one so pls dont let it flop.

Stargazing had always been your and Sirius’ thing. You’d sit on the astronomy tower all night long, looking up at the stars together while you held hands and stole kisses from each other. Sometimes, Sirius even brought food and you’d have a picnic, having the best times of your lives.

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Y'all may hate me for this but can we please stop making y/n go back to the person that cheated on them, like tbh if my significant other cheated or just broke my heart I don't care how cute the significant other is they can stay far far away while I move on to better myself and my standards

#y/n #tw cheating?#y/n is dumb as hell sometimes #f/o #angst #cheater #x y/n #x you

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what once was mine.

a neville longbottom x reader wherein the reader catches a disease that everyone fears to get, and when the former realizes what was happening, it was all too late.

WARNING: angst, hanahaki!au, mentions of death, major character death

A/N: okay so this is my own entry for my writing challenge !! the chaotic eggs were talking about hanahaki fics and i just couldn’t shake this idea off. i hate writing angst for this little bean but i JUST can’t let this go.

prompt: healing incantation from tangled.

word count: 3.2k

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Neville walked through the path of what was once his safe haven, the chilling air biting into his skin as he reached the only tree that was in the middle of the vast land that was littered with flowers.

For the beautiful place that once brought him joy, also gave him despair.

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#a favourite of mine #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom x y/n #neville longbottom angst #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom imagines #tw hanahaki #neville x luna #tw death #hanahaki #harry potter imagine angst

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I’m Sorry

(Percy Weasley x Reader)

Summary: Percy wants to have a second chance after the war. Do you?

Warnings: verrrry angsty, first time writing angst, so it kinda sucks

I’m going to try something a little different and do some angst

You weren’t quite sure when he changed, but one day you looked up, and he was a completely different person. Sure he could be a little intense. But he wasn’t a prick. Once he finished prefect duty, he would bring you treats from the kitchen and a kiss goodnight. Sometimes you could even talk the avid rule follower to bend some rules because he wanted to make you happy. As simple as that. If you were caught out past curfew or skipping a class, Percy would let it slide (although you would get the “I love you, but there’s going to be a time when I can’t cover for you.”

You enjoyed gifting him the fanciest quills and the biggest pumpkin pasties every time he accomplished something. You were so proud of him; calling Percy Weasley your boyfriend gave you joy. Under that hard exterior was someone who was very loving and gentle. Or at least you thought.

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#percy weasley x reader #percy weasley x y/n #percy weasley #harry potter imagine angst #angst #ambiguous ending

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summary: it used to be somewhere only you two knew. now it wasn't yours, just neville's and his new everlasting love.

pairing: neville longbottom x fem!reader

warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST

a/n: loosely inspired by somewhere only we know by keane. originally this was just something i wrote to vent and wasn't going to post, but i'm still working on my next fic and decided to post this just to not keep you waiting another week :-) enjoy baes <3

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it used to be your spot. just you and neville under that tree, feet wading in the water, breeze gently flowing through your hair. spending away the hours there, hiding away from the cruel reality that was living.

“somewhere only we know, (y/n),” neville had said.

you remembered everything about that place. the aged trees that somehow spoke this secret language, leaves moving in time with the wind. the ripple of the water as neville skipped rocks under the setting sun. the warmth of the earth beneath you, grounding you when nothing else could.

you made a lot of happy memories there: laying your head on neville’s lap and watching the clouds drift by, climbing the tree as high as you could go and watching the rising sun, burying your most prized possessions in the inviting dirt, a time capsule for your future self.

you forgot what you buried. you don’t think you’ll ever remember what it was.

time felt unreal in your little corner of the world. it passed by so slowly, you didn’t even know if it passed by at all. you were grateful for that. neville was too.

anytime you needed to get away, away from your responsibilities and what was expected of you, away from the world that was weighing a bit more heavily on your shoulders, anytime you just wanted to breathe and not have to worry about tomorrow...you went there, neville usually in tow. because neville was always there for you, through thick and thin, rain or shine.

that was your favorite part of that spot. neville.

he kissed you there, under the falling leaves of the autumnal tree. you had never thought of neville that way, but you started to that day. thought of the way you liked when he laughed, or how his face lit up when he talked about his plants. thought of the way his side would press against yours, his head on your shoulder, his soft breathing echoing in the stillness of the air.

a lot more kisses were shared at that spot; sometimes they were short and sweet, innocently exchanged in between lessons. other times they were long and passionate, all lips and teeth and tongue, leaving you breathless and always, always wanting more.

one day, neville had given you a ring. it was plain, just a silver band. a bit rusted and worn, but beautifully glinting against the sunlight nevertheless. you asked him what it was; neville said it was a promise. you asked him where he got it; he said it used to be his mother’s wedding ring.

that same day, you carved your initials into one of the trees there. neville did, too, etching a heart around both of your names, making your existence infinite and eternal.

making your devotion to each other timeless.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

that was a long time ago.

it wasn’t your spot anymore. it was still neville’s, but not with you. with someone else.

her name was hannah abbott. she was in hufflepuff, and in neville’s herbology class. you always wonder if that’s where he first met her. if that’s where he decided he loved her more than he could ever love you.

sometimes you would walk by your...their spot and see them together, hannah laughing at something neville said, neville holding hannah tightly to him.

you didn’t mean to spy on them. you wouldn’t even call it spying, not really. it was more like walking by and just happening to see them there, happily talking about their days or kissing under the falling leaves of the autumnal trees. if you got close enough, you could hear neville’s breathing echoing in the still air, his voice saying, “somewhere only we know, hannah.”

you wondered if hannah believed him. if she didn’t know that it used to be your spot, too.

you had charms with hannah. one day, you heard her talking with her friends, gushing on and on about how much neville cared for her, how he made her feel treasured. he made me feel like that, too, you wanted to scream at her. you had to bite your tongue so hard that you could swear you tasted blood after.

in the common room, you heard neville talk about her too. how he was looking for his mother’s old ring to give to her. neville forgot you still had it, you suppose. truthfully, you weren’t even sure where it was. you had lost it.

one weekend, when you knew for sure both neville and hannah were at hogsmeade, you made your way back to their...your spot. it was completely unchanged, the trees still speaking their secret language, their leaves moving in time with the wind. the warmth of the earth beneath your feet, still grounding you after all this time.

you saw the tree where you had carved your initials with neville. it was surrounded by fallen branches, and it was bare, completely empty of leaves. your initials had faded, and when you reached out a hand to brush against the etched-in heart, the bark broke and fell.

realization dawned you: the tree was dying. you let out a harsh chuckle, devoid of any emotion. isn’t it ironic? you thought. real funny.

you turned away from the tree, walking a bit farther into the empty field. there was another tree, noticeably bigger and healthier than the rest. something urged you to walk towards it, and there, carved into the trunk, were his initials...and hers.

N.L. + H.A.: a sign of their eternal and infinite existence. a sign of their timeless devotion to each other.

you stared at their names together for a while longer, then remembered what you were there for: to retrieve your most prized possession from the inviting dirt. you were anxious to see what it was, having buried it so long ago that you didn’t quite remember what waited for you.

you looked around, trying to recall where exactly you had marked your little time capsule. you finally came across it under the same tree you and neville used to climb to watch the rising sun. you wonder if he climbs it with hannah now.

you used your bare hands to dig up the dirt, and froze when you saw what it was. what you had “lost” so long ago.

his mother’s wedding ring, there in the dirt. your most prized possession, according to your past-self. it looked more worn and aged than ever; you picked it up carefully, not knowing what made you slip it onto your ring finger.

you didn’t cry, although you expected to. you didn’t even feel numb, or empty. you just felt...satisfied, complete.

you didn’t keep the ring. when neville and hannah came back with the rest of the school from hogsmeade, you simply walked up to them and handed neville the band.

“for hannah, your new everlasting love,” you had said.

the day after, you saw hannah wearing the ring. it looked at place in her hand, like it had always been hers. it had became her new prized possession…

just as it had been yours.

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she’s gone | neville longbottom x lestrange!reader

for @firewhisky-kisses writing challenge 💕congrats on 200 followers love! you deserved it! <3

prompt: “if you don’t want me, don’t mess with my feelings.”

summary: neville dates bellatrix lestrange’s daughter to get information about Voldemort and the death eaters.

word count: 6216

warnings: angst, suggesting smut (no details), manipulation, violence, blood, torture, death (if there’s any more that I didn’t include, please tell me)

Neville knew it was a bad idea. He knew wholeheartedly that this was a bad idea, but he still went with it. After all, the goods outweighed the bad, right?

“Ginny, this feels wrong,” Neville confessed, adjusting his sweater.

The Weasley girl narrowed her eyes. “Why?” she demanded. “She’s one of them, Neville. She’s a Lestrange. She deserves this. For everything that happened to us. For what happened to your parents, Nev. y/n Lestrange is just as bad as her mother.”

Neville remained silent. But were you really? You were a seventh year Slytherin. Neville knew you from a couple of classes he shared with the Slytherins. You were quiet, and didn’t really say much. Being Bellatrix Lestrange’s daughter, you were feared by many but respected by all Slytherins. You were a brilliant witch with powers beyond your age.

Still, you never spoke out against Voldemort, but didn’t actively support him either. You were Draco’s cousin, and followed him everywhere, so that must have meant something, right? You were an absolute mystery, but everyone in the castle knew one thing about you.

You had a ginormous crush on Neville Longbottom.

It was quite obvious, really. You would longingly stare at the Gryffindor boy every class. Sometimes you would see him in the library and watch him work on his homework with his friends. Whenever he worked by himself in the greenhouse, you secretly watched him from afar. Rumor had it that you kept a journal with his name all over it and tried to brew an amortentia potion to make Neville fall in love with you. None of those rumors were true, though.

Ginny along with a couple other Gryffindors created this plan to get more information about the death eaters. Taking advantage of your obvious crush on Neville, they planned that Neville would fake date you, and in the process try to obtain more information on Voldemort. It was a sick plan. If it were any person, Neville would have said no. But you were Bellatrix Lestrange’s daughter. She took away his parents, wouldn’t it be fair to break the heart of her only child?

Neville was stuck. He knew deep down it was wrong, but this was for the benefit of Dumbledore’s Army. And in his heart, he wanted revenge.

The Gryffindor crept downstairs one Saturday afternoon, adjusting his scarlet and gold tie around his neck. Today was the day to begin their plan, and he wanted to make a good first impression. Neville finally spotted you, juggling a stack of books and struggling to balance them all. The seventeen year old rushed over to you, taking the books into his hands.

“Thank you,” you whispered gratefully, looking down at your shoes. “I was going to the library to return them and-” You gasped. Neville gave you a small smile, making your heart race. “O-oh, hi Neville.”

Neville looked down at you. “Hi, y/n, right?” You squeaked, nodding in response. “I know you, you were in my charms class, if I am correct? I always thought you were brilliant.” A lie. “I’d also like to get to know you more, perhaps tomorrow in the Gryffindor common room?” Another lie.

You shyly smiled, pulling down at your sweater sleeves. “I- I’d love to, Neville.” You reached for your books, but Neville pulled away.

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you in fake sincerity. “I was heading there, anyway. I’ll see you around, y/n.” You walked away to the courtyard, thanking him quietly.

Once you turned a corner, Neville ran to Ginny who was hiding behind a statue. “Any luck?” she asked, taking half of the stack of books.

Neville nodded, skimming through all of the books, as did Ginny. They were all books on defense spells and mastering legilimency. Ginny took note of the books in a piece of parchment before tucking the paper back into her pocket.

“She agreed to meet with me tomorrow,” Neville informed her. “We’ll be in the common room.”

Ginny patted Neville’s shoulder. “Good work,” she murmured, checking the hallway for any students or professors roaming around. “I’ll tell Seamus to stay behind in the common room tomorrow, then. I knew she was bad news. Defense spells and legilimency? She’s preparing for something, I know it.” The younger Gryffindor left to the Room of Requirement quickly.

Neville stayed behind, continuing to look through the books. One note card fell out of a defense against the dark arts book. In your handwriting, it wrote “patronuses: can send messages.”

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You followed Neville to the Gryffindor common room, your arm connected with his. A small smile was plastered on Neville’s face. He kept on reminding himself to seem happy and interested in you. But considering your family, it proved to be a difficult thing to do.

“Are you sure I’m allowed inside?” you whispered nervously to the taller boy, your eyes searching around to see any Gryffindors around. There was only one, Seamus Finnigan, who was apparently asleep on one of the chairs in the back of the room.

“Of course you are,” Neville responded, allowing you to sit on the sofa by the fire. “Any friend of a Gryffindor is welcome here.” Your heart fluttered at what he said. You were his friend?

You dusted off your skirt, feeling the warmth of the fire radiate against your face. Neville sat beside you, resting one arm behind your back on the couch. You could feel your face turn red. “The Gryffindor common room is nice,” you comment. “It’s very warm, compared to the Slytherin common room. It’s so cold and damp there.” You scrunched your nose in disgust, making Neville laugh. It was a real laugh. The first genuine action he made that entire night.

“Yeah, the dungeons aren’t exactly the most welcoming of places,” Neville joked. “I remember wanting to be a Hufflepuff, but seeing as they’re also in the basement, I think I’ll pass.”

You glanced at Neville, starting to open up more. “I think you’d be more fitting as a Gryffindor, actually.” Neville raised an eyebrow, curious and wanting you to continue. “Well, you’re incredibly brave and you stand up for your friends, even younger students.” You blushed, shying away from the boy. “I think you’re brilliant, Neville.”

Neville stared at you, lips slightly parted. “I’ve never been told that before. My Gran is always uptight.” The Gryffindor let out a humorless laugh. “She always nags me about how great my parents are and how much of a mess up I am. I feel like I’m disappointing them.” Neville didn’t realize the effect you had on him. He didn’t realize how much he spilled until he finished talking. How ironic that he was spilling his thoughts to you when your mother was the root of all of his problems.

Instead of laughing, you wrapped your arms loosely around him. Neville stiffened, but slowly relaxed in your embrace. “Is this okay?” you asked, rubbing his back soothingly. “I’m sorry, I don’t really hug anyone except for my cousin. My mom isn’t too keen on love and all that sappy stuff.” You laughed it off, but Neville couldn’t help but feel remorse for you. You were just another kid, just like him. While Neville had his grandmother and both of his parents semi in his life, you were alone most of the time. Your mother was in Azkaban and your father sent you off to the Malfoys, who were equally as bad.

The clock struck in the common room, making you and Neville jump away. Neville frowned slightly. “Curfew, dammit.”

You and Neville both got up. Neville offered to walk you back to your dorms but you declined politely. “I would hate for you to get in trouble for me,” you told him. “Trust me, I’ll be fine. Pinky promise.” You linked your pink with his, smiling brightly at him. “I enjoyed speaking with you tonight. You’re very kind.” Pecking his cheek, you leave the common room silently.

Neville watched you leave, one hand gently touching the side of his face. You put him in a trance that he didn’t even notice Seamus appear behind him. “Oi, you alright, mate?” Neville nodded quietly, heading off to bed.

—

You and Neville started hanging out more frequently. You started opening up more, sometimes dropping information about certain hide outs or secrets about the death eaters. After each meetup, Neville would relay the information to the rest of Dumbledore’s Army. You had no idea what Neville was doing, you only thought he was a good listener.

Now, you and Neville sat by the Great Lake under a tree, sharing snacks with each other while doing homework. You giggled as Neville told you a story about the past years at Hogwarts.

“You can’t be serious!” you wheeze, covering your mouth.

Neville grinned at you, subconsciously proud of himself for making you laugh. “I definitely am!” he exclaimed. “Seamus just waved his wand and the entire desk exploded into flames! We had to explain to McGonagall that Seamus was practicing a charm that went wrong. We were given detention for a month.”

“A month!” you gasped. “Merlin, if I were given detention for that long Aunt Narcissa would send me the longest howler ever!”

The Gryffindor watched you fall into a fit of giggles once more. His heart sped up as he saw your eyes light up and sparkle while your nose scrunched up in the way it always did when you laughed or disliked something. You were breathtaking. The more time he spent with you, the more guilty he felt for using you. You weren’t evil. You weren’t like your family.

“But the books!” Ginny constantly reminded Neville. “She’s obviously hiding something, Nev. Don’t let your guard down too quickly.”

“Be my girlfriend,” Neville blurted out. You stopped laughing, looking deeply into his eyes. You concentrated hard to get into his mind, but to no avail.

“Be your, huh?” you asked, voice cracking slightly.

Neville’s face burned as he took your hands in his. “I… like you a lot, y/n,” he told you. “Would you be interested in being my girlfriend?” You pulled your hands away, lifting one of them to the side of his face. Gently, you pulled him in to kiss his lips. It was your first kiss, Neville’s too. Your first kiss was soft and sweet. His lips were slightly chapped against your soft pink ones, but you couldn’t care less.

“I would like that a lot, Neville,” you whisper back. The edges of Neville’s lips tugged into a smile as he held your hips and leaned in to kiss you once more.

Once the sun began to set, you bid Neville farewell with a peck on his lips. Sighing, Neville met with Ginny and Luna.

“Well?” Ginny pressed.

Neville lowered his head. “I asked her and she said yes,” he murmured. Ginny grinned.

“Nice job Neville!” she exclaimed. “Now we can get more information and hopefully we can relay some information to the Order and get some progress!” The boy nodded, still frowning. Luna seemed to notice the change in emotion.

“What seems to be bothering you, Neville?” Luna questioned, eyeing the boy suspiciously.

Neville drew in a breath, running his fingers through his hair. “I still feel like this is wrong,” he confessed under his breath. “She seems innocent, guys we can’t-”

“No Neville,” Ginny said firmly. She grabbed both of his shoulders, glaring her eyes into his hazel ones. “She is hiding something. Seamus saw her practicing different spells in the restricted section. Restricted section, Nev. She’s up to something, and it’s not good. Don’t fall for her tricks.”

“She’s been heading to the owlery each night, too,” Luna mused, flipping through a magazine. “She always looks like she’s hiding something whenever she goes up. It’s suspicious, really.”

Neville’s heart dropped, as well as his shoulders. “Right…” You were not to be trusted. But Merlin’s beard, why did you make it so hard?

Neville could barely sleep that night. All that filled his head was your smile and laughter.

—

You and Neville cuddled close together by the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. You were crying softly into his chest. Neville shushed you, gently holding you close to him and rocking you slightly.

“M-mum wants me back in the Malfoy Manor,” you whispered. “S-she wants me to meet You-Know-Who. He’s staying there for the time being. They hold the death eater meetings there. She thinks I can be of help to him.”

Neville listened quietly, mentally taking note of what you just told him. You wiped your tears, holding Neville as tight as you could.

“Neville,” you croak. “Promise me you’ll still write to me if you can?”

The seventeen year old boy nodded slowly. “Pinky promise.” That became a normal occurrence between the two of you. Pinky promises, despite being childish of sorts, became your thing with Neville. It felt like a sense of security. As if, even though your entire world was falling apart, you could always go back to him.

The moment you locked pinkies with him, you felt a strong connection. Eyes red and swollen, you glanced up at the Gryffindor. “Neville, I…” your voice shook as you spoke. “I love you.”

Neville froze. This was the first time either of you said it. Did Neville feel the same? His feelings were mixed. Trust collided with love. Duties clashed with his true heart’s desire.

“I love you, too.”

—

Neville paced around his dorm. It was practically empty, aside from him. Harry and Ron disappeared, Dean had to leave, and Seamus was in the Room of Requirement. Lately, his dormitory was the only place of comfort or silence he could get. It was a way to clear his mind, seeing as this was the room he called him since he was eleven.

The Gryffindor couldn’t get you out of his mind. He told you that he loved you just a few weeks ago after months of dating you, and he truly meant it. The one flaw in their plan was the idea of actually falling in love with you. With tensions getting worse in the Wizarding War, it was only a matter of time until battle broke out. Then what? Neville had his side, and you had yours.

Lately, you have been spending more time with Neville. During dates you would cuddle by the fireplace in the common room or study in the greenhouse after classes. You would ask him suspicious questions, some of them about Harry’s disappearance, and the secret organization working against Voldemort. Neville found it odd that you asked him such questions. He made sure not to tell you any major information, only enough to keep your curiosity satisfied.

During the times you weren’t with Neville you were with your cousin, Draco, and his friends. You were very secretive about what you were doing with Draco. Every time Neville would pry you brushed off each question, claiming that you had to keep close watch over him for Aunt Narcissa. But Neville knew the signs of when you were lying. You would turn red and stumble over your words. You avoided his piercing gaze, and instead would play with the hem of your skirt.

In reality, you were planning an escape with Draco. Both of your mothers were pressing the subject of pulling you out of Hogwarts. By staying together, you kept your families at bay. You knew that your mother and Aunt Narcissa enlisted the Carrows to keep an eye on the two of you. If you spent time with your cousin and stayed out of trouble, you were safe.

You couldn’t bear to leave Neville. You never experienced real love. You never grew up to know love. While Aunt Narcissa tried to make you feel as welcome as possible, you still felt alone in such a big world. Neville opened your closed off heart, and made you feel loved beyond belief. You finally felt like you belonged. He was yours, and you were his.

Neville stopped pacing at the sound of a knock at his door. The door slowly opened to reveal you, shyly peaking your head through the crack.

“It’s me,” you whisper, slipping your entire body through the crack of the door. Neville’s lips tugged into a smile as he greeted you with a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck, relaxing at his warm gentle touch.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he joked, pulling away to cup your chin with his fingers.

You blushed, sheepishly pecking his lips. “I know, I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Just been busy writing letters to Mum and such.” Neville led you to his bed, laying down and letting you rest your head on his chest. You drew patterns on his sweater as Neville rested his hand on your waist.

“Any news on the whole…moving back situation?” Neville asked. “Is You-Know-Who still in the Malfoy manor?”

Sighing, you close your eyes. “He moved to another location. Mum has yet to tell me where. Probably in the Dolohov Manor, or my father’s manor. And Mum actually put the conversation of pulling me out of Hogwarts on pause. There’s more important things happening apparently.” Neville winced. Right, Luna went missing months ago. The Gryffindor didn’t want to think about what horrible things were happening to her.

You raised your head to look up at Neville. Holding the side of his face, you told him in a hushed voice, “I’ve been keeping tabs on everyone imprisoned. Luna is still there, and still alive. She’ll be out of there soon, hopefully. Pinky promise.” You locked your pinkies together.

“I love you,” Neville murmured, combing your hair back with his fingers.

You leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly. Neville rolled over on top of you, kisses becoming more desperate. You balled his sweater in your hand as he pushed off your cardigan, then your green tie. You pulled apart quickly to remove his sweater, not wasting a single second.

Neville stared down at you, cheeks flushed red. His hazel eyes darkened in desire. “Are you sure?” he asked, breathlessly. “We don’t have to-”

“Yes,” you say, nodding firmly. “I want you, Neville. I love you.”

Smiling, Neville captured your lips in his.

—

One week after your encounter, you skipped down the Hogwarts corridors, a bright smile on your face. Despite the dark, negative aura that filled the castle, you felt as happy as can be.

Ernie Macmillan sent a glare your way. He stood with Hannah Abbott, who was whispering in his ear. “Oi, why are you so happy, Lestrange? Tortured another first year, did you?” You clenched your jaw, ignoring his taunts. You knew of the Slytherins taking part in torturing first years and those in detention. It was a horrible practice, but you needed to stay out of trouble in order to please your mother.

Susan Bones laughed along with Seamus Finnigan. “No, she probably poisoned another muggleborn. Lestrange loves brewing those potions, right?” You turned on your heel, frowning at the group of students.

“How can I prove that I’m not like the rest of the Slytherins?” you snapped, eyes glowing in anger. “I haven’t done any of those things! I don’t even want to be a damn Lestrange! Hasn’t Neville told you that?”

The students burst into more laughter. Seamus was the first to speak. “What makes you think we’d believe you?” he asked. “Neville told us all about your secrets. Where You Know Who is hiding, the plans of the death eaters and your mother. You really thought he loved you? You’re pathetic, Lestrange. No one could ever love you.”

You dropped your books. Tears welled up in your eyes as your throat went dry. They had to be joking? Weren’t they? Neville was just… using you? You felt sick to your stomach, and your head began to spin.

“I- I need to go,” you mutter, running off to the Great Lake, where Neville was waiting.

Neville sat against the tree where you two usually sat. The moment he saw you his face lit up, but dropped immediately once he saw tears running down your face.

“How could you?” you yelled, pointing your wand at him. Neville froze, hazel eyes widening. It took everything in you to not break down and collapse on the ground right then and there. “I loved you, Neville. I gave my entire self to you, j-just for you to… use me? Was that all I was to you? A way to get information? A toy?”

The Gryffindor’s heart dropped to his stomach. You found out the plan. And dammit, he really loved you. “y/n, I-”

“Let me finish!” you demanded, sobs escaping your mouth. “I trusted you with my deepest and darkest secrets. I let you into my heart, only for you to take advantage of me like that? You knew how I felt. You knew how much I loved you.” Tears streamed freely down your face, and your eyes were red beyond belief. “You were the only person I allowed myself to love. Allow myself to become vulnerable to. You said you loved me. And I let myself believe you.”

Neville tried to step closer, only for you to threaten him with your wand again. “y/n, please,” he begged. “Listen to me, I never meant any harm to you, I promise.”

“Meant no harm?” you laugh humorlessly. “Stop telling me those damn lies, Neville. We both know how you are with those. If you don’t want me, don’t mess with my feelings.”

“I love you,” Neville told you, almost yelling it. “Please, y/n, I love you more than anything in my life. My intentions weren’t good at first, but please believe me when I say I am truly, deeply, hopelessly in love with you.”

“I thought I knew what love was because of you,” you whispered, lowering your wand. “But I guess I was wrong.” You quickly left, finding your way to your dormitory. You ignored Neville’s pleas, heart breaking at every call.

You entered the Slytherin common room, searching for your cousin. You finally found him sitting by himself on the couch, reading a letter from his parents. The boy glanced up, a look of concern appearing once he saw you.

“y/n, what’s wrong?” he asked. You silently sat yourself down beside him, letting him wrap his arms around you. You cried into his chest as he whispered soothingly in your ear to calm you down. You and Draco never got along growing up, only keeping each other company to please your mothers. However in the past two years, you grew to care for each other, despite not making any attempts to show it.

You looked into Draco’s stormy grey eyes, similar to yours. “I want to go home,” you whimpered. “Please, Draco, let’s go home?”

Conflicted, Draco stayed silent. The Malfoy Manor wasn’t home anymore. Not after Voldemort stepped foot in it. Reluctantly, Draco nodded.

“Let’s go home.”

—

Neville searched around the castle for you one afternoon. You weren’t attending any of the classes you shared with him, and the desk you sat by in the library was empty. He was desperate to talk to you. He needed you to believe him that he loved you.

The seventeen year old Gryffindor pulled Ginny aside. “Where is y/n?” he asked hurriedly. Ginny raised an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” she asked. “She left with Malfoy. Apparently she was pulled out of school.” Ginny scoffed. “I heard she found out about our plan. It’s too late to tell her mother, now. The Order already knows everything.”

Neville paled. You were back in the manor?

You read quietly in the library in Malfoy Manor. It proved to be the only place where you could find quiet. In addition, it was an excellent place to practice your defense spells.

From time to time, you would check on the prisoners in the basement. There wasn’t much you could do, seeing as your mother kept a close watch on you, but you tried your best to heal their wounds and feed them your leftovers.

Draco continuously warned you not to help the prisoners, but you insisted that you must. You especially watched over Luna Lovegood. She was Neville’s friend, and although you no longer had feelings for the Gryffindor (well, you kept telling yourself that) you made a promise to make sure she would stay safe. You didn’t go back on your promises, no matter what.

Suddenly, you heard the yells of your mother and other people that you didn’t recognize. Carefully making your way down the stairs, you peaked to see what the commotion was. To your utter shock, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and a very swollen faced Harry Potter stood in the foyer. Your mother turned to see you, a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face.

“y/n, dear,” she greeted, grabbing your wrist. You winced as her nails dug into your skin. “Look at the boy. Draco couldn’t figure it out but I trust that you’ll tell the truth. Is this Harry Potter.”

You squinted at the boy. It was most definitely Harry. He was in multiple classes with you, and sat next to you in potions. Harry stared at you, a pleading look on his swollen face. You clear your throat, straightening your back.

“It’s not him, Mother,” you tell her confidently. Disappointed, Bellatrix pushed you away and made her way to Hermione.

“y/n be a dear and show our new guests to the basement? I want to have a chat with this one, girl to girl,” Bellatrix hissed.

You obediently took Harry and Ron to the basement, wincing at Hermione’s screams. Despite being in the manor for a while, you still weren’t used to the screams of prisoners, but Draco had, apparently. You held your wand tightly in your hand as you led them down the stairwell. Before taking them inside, you stop abruptly.

“Before I take you inside,” you whispered quickly, grey eyes searching around for anyone listening. You shoved Draco’s wand into Harry’s hands. You kept it in your pocket for a while, now. “I took it from him while we passed by him and Aunt Narcissa,” you explained quickly. “Keep it hidden, who knows if my mum brings you up next.”

Harry gaped at you. “Why are you doing this?” he asks in the same hushed tone as yours. “You could have ratted me out-”

“And betray the side I’m supporting?” you questioned incredulously. “I’m on your side, Harry, as difficult as that might be to believe. Now go, Mother will wonder why I’m gone for so long. If she finds out, she’ll have my head.” The two boys nodded, heading into the basement.

You turn on your heel and make your way out of the staircase when you see a pair of grey eyes staring down at you. Draco. You paled in fear, when Draco simply shook his head and grabbed your arm.

“I can’t keep making excuses for you,” he whispered. “This is the last time, y/n.”

—

The Malfoy manor was loud and filled with death eaters. You watched the scene unfold before you, hidden behind a bookcase. Voldemort had called his followers to the manor. He had a vision, a vision of Harry. Harry, Ron, and Hermione escaped the manor now, days later, they were headed to Hogwarts. You felt faint.

“My faithful followers,” Voldmort greeted. “The time has come, we must go to Hogwarts and find Harry Potter. Bring me the boy alive, and you will be rewarded greatly.” The death eaters cheered, Bellatrix being one of the loudest.

You ran off, not bothering to listen to the rest of his speech. Your heart was beating crazily. You hid in the library, shutting the door and locking it behind you. Pulling out your wand, you closed your eyes.

“Patronus,” you whispered. “I need to make a patronus.” You have been trying to cast the patronus spell for months, but to no avail. You thought it would be necessary for when the time came.

You waved your wand. “Expecto patronum,” you murmured. Nothing appeared. You let out a cry of frustration. You needed a happy memory, but your life has been anything but happy.

“Expecto patronum!” You imagined the moment you got your Hogwarts letter. Only a whips of blue appeared out of your wand. Progress, but not enough. You needed to send a message out to Neville now.

You gasp. Neville. While he ended up the way he did, he still made you the happiest you have ever felt in a long time. You closed your eyes, remembering his warm hugs, his sparkling hazel eyes whenever he smiled, his gentle kisses.

“Expecto patronum!” A blue fox appeared out of your wand, running around you. You let out a breath of relief before you whisper in the fox’s ear.

Sending the fox away, you watch your patronus disappear through the wall. You hear your mother call out to you.

“y/n? Dear where are you? We must leave now!” You glanced at the door, biting your lip. You turn one more time, and apparated out of the manor.

—

Harry, Ron, and Hermione emerged out of the tunnel with Neville. Dozens of students crowded around the entrance, rejoicing at the sight of the chosen one.

Quickly, Harry explained his mission to the students. Before Luna could take Harry to the Grey Lady, a blue-silver fox appeared.

“You-Know-Who is coming. The castle isn’t safe. Tell the Order.”

Neville’s eyes never left the patronus, even after it disappeared. The boy recognized that voice. It was yours. Why did you warn them when you were on the other side?

Harry glanced at the empty space that was once occupied by your patronus. His lips tugged into a smile despite your message. He knew you’d help some way or another. The rest of the students started screaming and panicking. Ginny along with the other upperclassmen tried to calm them down, but struggled to do so. Harry yelled out to the crowd to quiet the room.

“Oi!” he called out. The room slowly went silent. “I know you’re all scared, but please trust me on this, alright?”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” a familiar voice asked. Everyone turned to see you, peering out of the tunnel. The shrieks resumed as you faced multiple wands pointed at you.

“Everyone calm down, she’s on our side. y/n was the one who sent the patronus,” Harry explained, giving you a quick hug. “She also saved my life, so if you put the wands down, that’d be greatly appreciated.”

Your grey eyes darkened as you pulled Harry aside. “Voldemort is coming,” you whisper to him. “He’s brought his army. Whatever you need to do here you need to get it done quickly. I fear there’s a battle coming.”

Harry nodded. “I need to find his last horcrux. I think it might be hidden here.”

Once the Order of the Phoenix arrived, everyone dispersed into the Great Hall, probably to prepare for battle. You tried to leave the Room of Requirement when you felt your wrist get grabbed and pulled into a corner. You looked up to see Neville, cheeks red and hazel eyes avoiding your grey ones.

“Neville,” you breathed. Your breath quickened at the sight of him.

“y/n,” he said back. As gentle as possible, he took your hands in his. Your hands stiffened, not welcoming or pushing away the action. “I love you,” Neville finally confessed.

You narrowed your eyes. “Neville, I told you-”

“I know,” Neville cut you off quickly. “But in case anything happens, I want you to know how terribly sorry I am for all the pain I caused you. Truly, I love you so much, and you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. If I don’t make it out alive-”

You pressed your lips against his. Your kiss was sweet and soft, and ended just as fast as it started. “You will make it out alive,” you tell him firmly. “And I will, too. And we’ll talk about it from there, okay?” Neville remained silent, nodding slowly. “I… I love you, too. I’ll see you on the other side of the war, promise?”

Neville smiled, locking his pinky with yours. “Pinky promise.”

You and Neville made your way to the Great Hall, where Headmistress McGonagall was giving out instructions. Neville was sent to the front lines to defend the castle. He ran off to get some supplies while you were off to bring the children to safety.

—

The protection barrier over the castle had broken. All the death eaters and their allies invaded Hogwarts, not thinking twice to cast the killing curse at anyone in their way. You still had to make one last round to the tunnel in the Room of Requirement when one first year Slytherin tripped over a loose brick. You ran over to the crying child, hugging him like you did with Draco.

“I-I’m scared,” he sobbed into your shoulder.

You shushed him, rubbing his back softly. “You’re alright, you’ve been so brave, sweetheart. Just one more hallway and we’ll be safe, okay? Can you do that for me?” Wiping away his tears, the Slytherin student nodded, taking your hand as you tried to find the safe room.

You quickly pushed the students down the tunnel, your wand held tightly in your hand. “Follow the lights, and you’ll find a man named Aberforth,” you told them. “He’ll keep you safe, listen to him, okay?” The last student to enter the tunnel was the Slytherin first year. He wrapped his arms around your waist briefly before running off to follow the group. Your eyes watered. They were too young to witness such a thing.

Shutting the door behind you, you were stopped by a wand pointing at you. Your eyes widened at the sight of your mother, Bellatrix, giving you a wicked grin.

“y/n, dearie,” she greeted.

“Mother,” you swallowed.

Bellatrix’s grey eyes stared you down, and you shivered at her glare. “I was looking for you before we left but I couldn’t find you. That is, until I was informed that a patronus was spotted leaving the library. You were last seen in the library, am I right, dear?”

Your heart was pounding out of your chest. “Mother, I-”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT YOU TRAITOR,” Bellatrix shrieked. In a swift motion, she dragged you into an empty classroom, throwing you to the ground. You winced at the flash of pain that went through your back. Bellatrix hummed a song to herself and she revealed her dagger. “Which one should I use first, darling? Knife or wand?”

Your lip trembled as you watched the woman happily clean her dagger of the blood of her previous victim. “No answer? Okay, I’ll choose for you. Knife…wand…knife…” She pointed her wand at you.

“Crucio.”

—-

The war was finally over. Voldemort was defeated, and all of his followers disappeared into thin air. Many lives were lost during that battle. Tonks, Lupin, Fred, Lavender. Neville hoped you weren’t one of them.

The Gryffindor ran through the Great Hall, searching for you and calling out your name. He pulled numerous students aside, asking for you, only for his attempts to be useless. Then, Neville stumbled upon one Draco Malfoy, leaning over a body. Neville rushed over to his side and choked. It was you.

Your face was incredibly pale, as though you were sick or tortured. Draco held tightly to your left hand. Neville noticed your left sweater sleeve was rolled up, revealing a fresh wound. Looking closely, the boy was instantly sickened. On your arm was carved “blood traitor.”

Neville gasped. “y/n, no,” he whispered, holding back a sob. Neville reached for your face, cupping your cheek gently. You grey eyes, once sparkling and full of life, stared lifelessly at the ceiling.

“T-they found her in an empty classroom,” Draco told him under his breath. “McGonagall tried to save her but… the damage had already been done.”

The Gryffindor took your right hand, limp in his grasp. Your hand used to be warm, but now it was cold like ice. Neville felt as if his entire world was falling apart slowly. “Who did this?” he croaked.

Draco rubbed his eyes, only for more tears to replace the ones he just wiped away. “Bellatrix.”

Neville couldn’t hold back his cries any longer. Bellatrix had taken away the three people he loved in his life. In the hall full of students, professors, and other witches and wizards, Neville felt so alone. The cries of students and rumbling of footsteps felt like they were miles away. And all Neville felt was numbness.

“She can’t be gone,” Neville sobbed, clinging tightly to your dirt matted sweater. “Sh-she promised me… no-”

With a shaky hand, Draco placed his hands over your eyes, gently closing them. He patted Neville on the back, crying along with him. For the first time, the two boys, originally sworn enemies, shared a moment of silence together, sitting beside each other and recognizing each other as equals.

“She’s gone.”

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