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An - written for the Hogwarts Writing Club, round 2. Prompt - Answer. Word count - 198 words.
Answer Me
Neville sat in his usual chair, watching his mother potter about around her bed. She was walking more lately, staying out of her bed for more than five minutes at a time. The Healers told him not to get his hopes up, that it didn't mean she was getting better, but he couldn't help it.
"Mum?" He whispered.
She continued on, oblivious to his presence and his pain.
"Mum?" He repeated, louder this time. His breathing was heavy, as though he'd been running, as he stood up to get closer to her.
Taking hold of her arm, he spun her to face him. "Mum! Answer me, dammit, just answer me!"
A voice in the distance seemed to be calling to him, even as he shook his mum by the arm and begged her to answer him. Pleaded with her to wake up and remember him.
"Neville. Neville. Neville."
Neville woke up suddenly, his body slick with sweat, his face wet with tears. His gran stood over his bed, a concerned look on her face. As the dam broke and more tears fell to his cheeks, Neville collapsed into her arms.
"She never answers me, Gran."