A/N: Two shot story of the last battle. And please note: to all readers of Hiding Help, it was taken down, but I am editing it and it will be back up in January.

Neville's Last Battle

The wind whipped Harry in the face as he flew high over England. He adjusted himself on the seat on his broom, and turned his head slightly to peer at his comrades. He saw Hermione clinging onto Ron and his broom on his right, and Luna on the back of Ginny's broom.

"You ok Neville?" Harry called back to Neville, who was very afraid and clinging to the back of Harry's Firebolt. Neville gulped, and with a pang of guilt Harry remembered why Neville's eyes shone with such fear.

Earlier that evening, during a DA meeting (Dumbledore had given Harry permission to continue the class) they practiced defensive spells. Suddenly, while dueling with Neville, his scar began to tingle and a feeling of anticipation came over him. He was distracted, he was fingering his scar worriedly when a blast of light from Neville's wand disarmed him and he flew across the room into a wall.

Blearily he blinked his eyes open. The DA was surrounding him looking worried. Inside he was a mess, his worst fear had been confirmed, it was time. He arose and walked to the front of the room. The class watched him, waiting for instruction.

"Friends," He began, "I do not doubt my word, and neither should you. When I hit my head my mind was weakened, and I had a vision. The time has come, Voldemort it moving. He is planning to attack Diagon Alley in one hour." The room gasped. "None of you have to come, in fact I would advise against it, but if you are coming then stay. Everybody else please leave." He paused here to wait for people to leave, nobody left. "Ok, we will fly there on broom, it's the best way. If you don't have a broom, either ride a friend's or borrow one from the school. Neville, Ginny, Luna, Ron, Hermione, and I are going to fly ahead and will meet you guys over the Tames. Good luck." Solemnly he walked towards the door, followed closely by his friends.

"Hey!" Collin called to Harry as the brooms of Ginny, Ron, and Harry flew up to the rest of the DA. "You guys ok?"

"Yeah, is everybody ready?"

"Ready as we'll ever be." Cho Chang flew up from behind Colin. She has tears in her eyes and a friend on her broom. Harry nodded.

"Let's go." Harry led the way in a quick dive down to the Leakey Caldron.

Ginny lay in her bed, weeks had past since the battle, yet she was still crying. In too many ways it had gone wrong. "Why?" She asked the darkness, "Why did it all go so wrong?" She buried her head in her pillow and cried. Tears soaked her pillow and sobs racked her body.

When she had woken up in the Hospital she gasped at the sea of white curtains. In the corner she spotted a red haired woman. "Mom?" Molly looked up, fresh tears ran down her already tear stained face.

"Oh my baby!" Molly hugged Ginny tightly to her chest. "Thank god you're safe! I thought you were gone… my baby…" She hid her face in her hands to weep.

Harry tapped the brick wall with his wand. The door slid silently open and the students stepped into a terrible seen. Rubble was strewn everywhere as were bodies, the dead and alive mixed in the piles. Suddenly several loud cracks echoed around them as Order members appeared.

"You came." Harry remarked as Dumbledore looked around at the large amount of children.

"Remember:" Harry announced to the DA, "All curses are legal here. Nobody will punish you for killing a Death Eater, except for another Death Eater." The group gripped their wands tightly as Harry ran towards Girngots bank.

In truth Neville didn't want to be there. Of course he wanted revenge for his parents, but they were getting better. In a miraculous turn of events the Healer had sent Neville's Gran news that Alice and Frank Longbottom were had gained sanity were regaining some memory loss. Neville had been overjoyed at the idea of having parents again. Although he knew she shouldn't, he often envied Harry. Harry, had fame over dead parents, while Neville only had the shame of insane parents on his record. It wasn't fair, both Harry's and Neville's parents had been lost for the same cause.

Gran was actually visiting his parents when Harry had his vision. 'A life with my parents' was the only thing Neville cared for at the moment. If this hadn't been his only chance to avenge them he wouldn't even be where he was now. He was now on the steps of Gringots bank. He had followed Harry there as soon as the DA had dispersed in Diagon Alley.

Harry ran into the foyer. Ron and Hermione were behind him, wands raised. Neville followed close behind.

"This place looks clean," Harry commented. "Everybody take an exit and we'll wait here for the confusion to die down."

An hour passed, every ten minutes or so somebody would try to get into the bank, but to no avail. Suddenly a high, cold laugh rang out through the hall; it was quickly followed by several loud POP sounds.

"Fuck," Harry cursed under his breath. "Ok, circle then don't wait, attack!" he called out his broken orders. Five dark, hooded figures brandished their wands and began shooting spells at the four Gryffindors.

"Crucio" A Death Eater called out, pointing his wand at Hermione.

"Hermione, no! Avada Kedevra" A green light shot out of Ron's wand. Hermione instantly stopped writhing in pain and sat up. The Death Eater Instantly fell backwards, his hood fell off and Lucius Malfoy's blond head lolled to the side on the floor.

"Ron, Avada Kedevra!" Ron was still looking at the lifeless body of Malfoy on the floor as Hermione's spell hit Goyle, who was standing behind Ron. "Wow," Hermione stood up and leaned against Ron.

"We're murders." Ron sounded like he didn't believe it. Neville, who had been standing by the doors during this transaction, suddenly sprang into life and ran over to Harry. Bellatrix Lestrange's hood had slid down to her back, but she was still dueling furiously with Harry.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Neville shouted. Harry and Beltrix's eyes went wide as her wand flew out of her hand and landed behind the service desk.

"Fuck!" Bellatrix began to panic. Harry and Neville raised their wands at her. Luckily for her, at that moment the fourth Death Eater joined the fight and conjured Bellatrix back her wand. "Thanks," she muttered before she blocked a yellow burst of light from Harry's wand.

A/N: Please just give me a comment. And don't worry! I already wrote chapter 2….