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"Wocher, Harry!" Yelled two voices simulatiously. It was Fred and George who had so conveniently deflected the wild spell.
"Cheers"
"Don't thank us yet." Warned Fred, "we're not safe yet. There's still a long way to go"
"Where are the others?" George asked, looking around wearily.
"We, urm, got separated." That was one way of looking at it. He hadn't seen them in over an hour. He had heard plenty of screaming in the once-splendid school, he just had to hope they weren't amongst those dead. Although he couldn't get away from the fact that they probably wouldn't all make it.
Harry, Fred and George walked down the charred corridors for what seemed like thirty seconds before they were attacked. Or rather they thought they were attacked. In fact what they came across was Neville Longbottom duelling with three deatheaters- and winning. Neville had really come a long way since being the nervous little boy in the first year. Each year he made massive improvements, but not many people had noticed. Now, however, it was apparent by the look in his eyes that he was a man... a man who meant business. Before they even had the chance to step in and help Neville, all three Deatheaters lay helples on the ground, unconsious.
"Harry!" He cried, just noticing him, "I'm so glad I found you... Ginny's hurt." The twins exchanged looks, seing this he added, "she's allright, or was when I left, it's just her arm. Dean's with her in the room of requirements." Fred and George looked at each other then to Harry.
"Do you not think Neville and I can handle ourselves? Go to Ginny"
"We'll see her off to St. Mungos. After that we're coming straight back to help." Fred stated simply.
"We'll be here. Even if you don't see us... We'll be here." His twin concluded before they turned on their heels for the seventh floor.
Where were Ron, Hermione and Seamus? Did they get Luna safely across the floo network in time? As Harry and Neville scouted the area he decided to tell him everything he knew.
"Neville" he muttered.
"Yeah?" Neville replied whilst poking open the door to an empty classroom.
"You know that prophecy?" Neville's head turned.
"The one from the ministry, that I smashed?" he sounded, embarrassed.
"Well... I've seen what it says"
"What"
Harry explained to him all he knew about the prophecy, after all he had told Ron, Hermione and Ginny, and the twins knew. He didn't voice the words that Dumbledore had said about to whom the prophecy was refering to.
"Wait... as the seventh month dies...that's the end of July...Thrice defied...thrice, that's three times..." Harry could see the once-dim brain connect the dots."It could have been me..." He muttered to himself.
They turned as they heard a terrified screamcoming from a door at the end of the hallway. They looked at each other, both knowing what to do. They sprinted down the hall and tried to open the door, but it refused to budge. They treid every spell they knew until it came flying off its hinges hitting Neville squarly in the face.
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