Written for The Most in a Month Competition.
Written for the Colors of the Rainbow Competition: Prompt #1 - Write about any Gryffindor.
Note: the piece out of the newspaper is literally taken from the movie.
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"We have confirmed that ten high-security prisoners, in the early hours of yesterday evening, did escape... We strongly suspect that the breakout was engineered by a man with personal experience in escaping from Azkaban; notorious mass murderer Sirius Black, cousin of escapee Bellatrix Lestrange."
Neville looked up from the newspaper. The headline was screaming at him. Bellatrix Lestrange had escaped together with Rodolphus and Rabastan. All three infamous Death Eaters. Imprisoned for the torture of his parents. And now they were free.
The hateful expression on Neville's face was mixed with fear as he crumpled the newspaper and tossed it on the ground. First Crouch and now the Lestranges. He still had nightmares about the spider Crouch had tortured in his first lesson as Moody. The maniacal grin the man had displayed for a blink of a second haunted him. And now three others could come give him nightmares.
And with fear and hatred came worry. Would the Death Eaters go to his parents to finish the job? Or would they come directly to him?
Neville got up and scanned the Great Hall, although he knew she would be in her usual place. He walked up to Mcgonagall: "Can you bring me to St. Mungo's?"
"Mom… Dad", he clicked the lights on - it had taken Mcgonagall until the late afternoon to arrange the visit and now it was getting dark. His parents were sleeping, but still he talked: "You can't know, but… Bellatrix has escaped Azkaban. She is the woman responsible for you being here". Neville stopped.
A cackling laugh sounded outside the room. The same laugh that the Bellatrix from the picture in the newspaper had uttered. The laugh of a real witch, like muggles depicted them. Neville turned to the door and pulled his wand from his pocket. The boy steadied his breathing and took the steps towards the door. He turned the knob and the wood opened with a long, terrifying shriek.
Neville sprang into the hall, his wand aimed at his right. 'Nothing there'. He swirled around, wand an extension of his arm. Two healers stood in the hallway. One of them laughing - probably at a joke from the other. They noticed him and eyed him cautiously. Neville put his wand away and relaxed a bit: "Sorry I thought I heard something". He said before going back into his parents' room.
He'd go nuts if the ministry didn't catch Bellatrix soon... He was afraid he'd already gone nuts.