DISCLAIMER: I dont own Harry potter.. If i did then we would all be eating powder sugar covered truffles on cloud 27. But we arent...because I'm still here.

He ran.

He ran so fast and hard that no one moved. He breathed so loud and fierce that no one stopped him. His stare that broke the silence scared them. But still he ran.

The job of telling Neville Longbottom his grandmother passed away was not a favorable one. Dumbledore had to give himself a pep talk before calling him in. That was the 3rd death of a loved one from their school that week. It was one of the hundreds missing from the Death eater outbreak.

Neville didn't stop till he fell. But he fell onto someone. The sound that brought him onto some level of sanity was Ron's squeal of discomfort.
"Neville….mate? You're squishing my lungs" Ron croaked out under him. Soundlessly he rolled over in the snow, vowing to never move until his last breath.
Ron sat up and brushed the snow and twigs off of him, not fully noticing Neville's state of mind. The only reason he looked back over at Neville was the absence of laughter at the collision.
Neville finally sat up, "Sorry Ron…." He then got up to leave to an unknown destination.
"Well it's ok Neville, nothings broken…wait…Where are you going?" Ron got up after him.
He couldn't respond…his only move was to collapse into the pile of snow someone had gathered. He couldn't talk, he tried but all that came out was his tears. His face felt wet to the touch by tears….only they weren't tears when he opened his eyes to blood soaked snow. So shocked by this he looked up for an explanation, only to see the red dripped foggy vision of Ron running to him, screaming for some sort of help.

To wake up in a white bleached, sun filled room after his collision with Ron, confused what was left in Neville. Madame Promfrey needed four people to raise him onto the bed, and 6 hours to wake him up. The procedure was rather short and easy, but the exhaustion of his day wiped all energy from him. Neville finally woke up at 3 am that night, expecting to see an empty room.

"Quite a scar you have there" the familiar voice of Ron announced, jumpstarting Neville's brain. He responded with a series of blinks, getting used to the fair moonlight streaming through one window. After he didn't say anything Ron talked again, "You fell into a rock…covered in snow, could of happened to anyone…"
"Yea but it happened to me…" Neville's voice sounded awkward, not scared but over confident.

"I heard about your Grandma….I'm sorry" Ron mumbled into the opposite direction.

Neville sarcastically chuckled, "You didn't point the wand at her" he said bluntly. The snores from other patients made Ron smile, but reminded Neville what the time was. "You shouldn't bbbe here…itsss after 9." He stuttered, he wanted to be away, or at least alone.
Catching the hint, Ron signed off, twirling a shimmer cloak around him and disappearing into the shadows.

"Hermione did you finish Snape's essay…" Harry asked, leaning over her shoulder.

"Yes…and no Harry you cannot see it, the essay was only half a parchment long, you can really manage it." Hermione preached as Harry slouched back into his chair disappointed.
"But I …." Harry was cut off by Ron revealing himself into the room, being showered by questions about Neville.

"Is he alive?"
"Is he awake?"
"Is he blind?"
"When is he coming back?"

The answer to them all was this: "He's better, but sad, conscience but tired, he's aware but alone, and I'm not completely sure." Ron retired into the closest arm chair.
Harry went back to his essay, while Hermione sat next to Ron, comforting him. They were interrupted by Harry every once in a while complaining that he will fail potions and never become an auror, therefore sacrificing the WHOLE of the Wizarding world, and possible EARTH!

"Oh My MERLIN Harry! Can you not finish this? What do you have done….FOUR WORDS? 'The Shiso-chervil potion can….' HARRY? " Hermione ranted and screamed at him, but reluctantly handed over her essay and went to bed.
Harry hurriedly copied down the paper and shoved it into his book, " Going to bed Ron?"
No answer, " Ron?"
Ron was staring into the fire, listening to what seemed like distant yelling, but shook himself awake at the sound of his name, " What? Oh…ya I'm coming…" He said grabbing Harry's cloak and following the steps to the room.

A/N:D...like it? review it? please? just wrote this at...12:24 at night.