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There were many things Neville feared. One of them was his dreaded potions professor; another was a fear that ran so deep that he found even the thought of it made his hands shake.
Oddly enough, his biggest fear was insanity.
He knew it was stupid, his own parents had been driven insane when death eaters attacked them, asking for You-Know-Who's whereabouts. How were his parents supposed to know? All they knew was that their close friends had been murdered.
He'd never told Harry that their parents used to be friends. His friend went through enough pain, without knowing that his godmother was currently lying in St Mungos, out of her mind.
There were some things that one didn't need to know.
It wasn't that Neville as scared of his parents, he was scared that another family member may be taken away from him in the same way.
Especially now that You-Know-Who was back.
If only the Ministry of Magic believed Harry, if only they would start capturing the death eaters before the death toll got too great, before anyone else got injured.
Not likely.
Neville supposed that there were different kinds of insanity. There were his parents, Bellatrix LeStrange, and then Luna Lovegood. He was not scared of Luna Lovegood, he found her to be humorous and knowledgeable, well she was a Ravenclaw. Bellatrix LeStrange, however, was completely different. Her insanity was dark and vengeful. Her whole being screamed murder and insanity, as her infatuation to You-Know-Who was obvious to anyone around her.
Not that you'd want to be around her.
Her insanity scared Neville. It made him shiver and come up with goose bumps that covered his whole being. Never would he be able to shake of the feeling of revenge he felt when he saw her. That feeling of wanting to do to her what she did to his parents.
He would never forgive her for that.
Neville could remember visiting his parents as a child. Back then they hadn't been able to get up out of bed, or even lift an arm towards him. Slowly, very slowly, they had improved. Now they both gave him gifts, even if it was only a wrapper.
He still kept them all.
Neville could only hope that with time they would come back to their old selves, and recognise him as their one and only son. He wished that they would wrap him up into a tight hug and whisper that they loved him. Neville wished he had someone to tell his dream to.
Harry would probably understand, but he already had too many problems to deal with.
Despite what everyone thought, Neville paid close attention to Harry throughout the year. He wanted to make sure that his friend hadn't been affected by Diggory's death too much. He was looking out for all of the five stages of grief he had read about one day in the school library.
Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. So far Harry seemed to be stuck in the second stage, anger.
Neville also feared for Harry's sanity.
After all, what would the world do if Harry went mad?