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A/N: I have noticed a severe lack of NevillexLuna fics in the Harry Potter fandom, so I decided to write one, because I think it's adorable. Ok, yes, it's written in diary format, yes it has spoilers for you people who have yet to read the seventh book, and yes, this is my very first Harry Potter fanfic and first ever attempting to write in diary format, so please be at least a bit nice. Also, whenever it goes bold and reads a time and place, it's a new entry. I'm done rambling now.
11:12
The Hogwarts Express
My name is Neville. I am sitting in a car with two of my very good friends, Ginny and Luna. And I am writing in a book that Ginny practically threw at me. She gave one to Luna too. Apparently she wants us to 'write out our feelings' in this stupid book as a way to 'escape from reality' because 'reality is very grim'.
When I said no, she gave me the Ginny Glare and threatened me with the Unbreakable Oath. Naturally, I consented to take and write in the book. And then she threw it at my head. I think I have a bruise now.
Did I ever mention how much I hate writing?
I mean, I would rather prune Devil's Snare than write. Which, now that I think about it, is probably why my grades suck.
And sitting next to Luna does not make me feel better about writing. She's already finished writing in her little book and is reading The Quibbler. Upside-down. Again. She does this every train ride, and I still don't get it.
This book is supposed to be a diary. I don't think so. This is now officially a written history by me on seventh year. Yes, you heard me right. Seventh year. Harry, Hermione, and Ron aren't with us this year, which means that the car is much quieter than normal. They've gone off to fight. I would, but I'd probably just trip and fall on my face so, yeah. No.
Hope you're happy now, Ginny. I am now going to shove this in my robes and promptly forget all about it, leaving it in there for the house-elves to wash.
9:34
Dorm Room
Ok, I lied. Why, do you ask, have I lied about throwing this book away as soon as I got to Hogwarts? When I hate writing as much as much as I hate Potions? It's partly because I'm a coward and Ginny would kill me is she ever found out, which she would, and it's partly because something truly horrible happened at the feast. I'm still in shock. Which, admittedly, does not take much, but seriously.
Snape is now Headmaster of Hogwarts.
That's it. I have to record this entire year as a history, so that when You-Know-Who is overthrown and Snape is locked away in Askaban, I can recount exactly what happened during his regime. If I'm to be keeping a history of seventh year, I should write down exactly what happened. So, here goes.
We all sat down at dinner. This is where we get split up, Luna having to go over to the Ravenclaw table and all. But we were joined by Seamus and Lavender, so I guess that sort of makes up for it. Nobody looked up at the head table (because no one ever does and we're all busy talking about where everyone is) until McGonagall brought in the first years.
As "Jokien, Ashley" was sorted into Hufflepuff, I was poked -hard- in the side with a spoon. It was Ginny. She was absolutely seething. "Look!" she hissed.
So I looked. Guess who was sitting in the Headmasters seat? Right, you're a book, you can't guess. So I'll just write it down. Snape. Yes, that's right. Greasy-haired, Death Eater, Potions master, Slytherin Head, evil Snape.
I think the sum total of what I was able to eat was a chicken leg, three carrots, and a small slice of pie. The rest of the time I was trying not to explode in anger.
I can't write anymore. Must go talk to the members of the DA tomorrow. Something must be done.
A/N: Well? I am going to continue this, so please review. They keep me motivated and likely to update sooner, for some silly reason. I know this chapter was kind of short and suckish, but all of my first chapters do this and I'm not entirely sure why. It'll get better, I swear.