Just something I thought up. Of course I own nothing. Go read!
Neville sat in the room of requirements, thoroughly depressed.
The miraculous room had provided him with anything he needed, including his trunk, and he had spent the last hour looking through the bottom of the said trunk, where there lay a jumble of disarrayed objects. He had found things from all years and had found it quite pleasant to look through them– his password list from third year, his first perfect matchstick-which-had-turned-into-a-needle, a cut newspaper article he had found in the library's archive talking about his father as an auror; making him feel both sad and swell with pride simultaneously , a few white feathers, broken quills and scribbled on pieces of parchment. But then he found a small, round, glass ball.
His old remembrall.
At first his heart skipped with joy as memories filled his mind, memories of good old times but the minute he touched the ball all traces of happiness were gone. The smoke that swiveled around in the ball turned red. Even now, after all this time, after all the changes he had gone through – the remembrall still turned red. Maybe nothing really changed that much. Maybe he was still the small, slow, stupid, forgetful boy, only now he could exclude the small part.
Just then was a light knock on the trapdoor interrupted his line of thought. With a heavy sigh he aroused from his sitting place on a step and stepped towards the door, not before dropping the remembrall back into the trunk, seeing, to his great dismay, that the minute it left his fingers it turned back to the semi transparent white which was its natural state.
He opened the trapdoor to find Luna Lovegood standing there, her pale hair half up sideways, giving her face the look of someone who was constantly craning his neck around.
"Oh, hello Neville. How are you today?" she asked sincerely, stepping in.
"I'm alright" he replied, with a little shrug."you?"
"Quite the opposite, I am afraid. The nargles are starting to gather for Christmas and distributing everything." She told him, sitting on cushion besides Neville's trunk. Neville had no idea what Nargles were, but he dared not mention it, for fear of having to hear about more Crumpled horn thingy majigys.
"Is that a remembrall?" Luna asked curiously, picking the ball up with a piece of material that lay on the bottom with the rest of the bits and bobs.
He nodded somberly.
"Remembralls are stupid." She said.
He looked at her, surprised.
"Anyway," she continued, " why are you looking so glum?"
"The remembrall still turns red when I touch it" he confided in her, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"I've always said Remembralls are stupid things." She told him, eyeing him sincerely. "You see, the rememberall shows us if we've forgotten something in the past week, so sometimes it turns red and sometimes it doesn't. But, over time, it loses its power and works on anything you have ever forgotten. That means forgetting to brush your teeth one morning, or a word slipping your mind or even forgetting a date in a history test. Right now, anyone who would touch it would turn it red."
"Really?" Neville asked, astonished.
"Really" she assured, smiling, and , as if to prove her point, placed the rememberall in her palm and let it glow red.
They smiled at each other. Maybe Luna coming wasn't so bad after all. And she was right – Remembralls are stupid.
