It's not safe. It's not safe. Don't go out there. It's not safe. Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't. It'll hurt. She hurt us. She hurt us. Don't go out. It's safe here. It's warm, it's safe, it's warm, it's safe, it's warm. Don't leave. She'll hurt us. She'll hurt us. It's not safe.

But he's here. He's here. I love him. My son-my baby.

Not safe. Not safe. He'll hurt us. Don't speak to him. If you speak to him they'll all die. You can't tell them. You can't. You cant. They'll all die.

He's growing up so quickly-it was only yesterday he told me he was starting at Hogwarts. My son-so proud. So proud of my boy. My baby. I love him. There's something in my hands-a gift for my boy, my baby. I smile and thrust the gift into his hands. He smiles back. He likes it. He likes it. I've made my son happy. I've made my baby happy. I love my son. Frankie? Where's Frankie?

She hurt him. She hurt him, too. Is he alive? Did he tell her? No. He didn't. She'd kill them all. She hurt us. She hurt us. We're safe here. Stay. Don't leave. It's not safe out there.

"I love you, Neville. I love you, my darling boy," I say. Can he hear me? He smiles. He loves me, too. He's told me. He loves me. He'll always love me. He promises to visit. Be careful. I love you. I'm so proud of you. Don't leave, darling. Don't leave. I love you.

He's so handsome. Just like his father. I love him. I'm so, so very proud of him. My boy.

Stay safe, my love.

It's dangerous. Don't let him leave. She'll hurt him. She hurt us, she'll hurt him. It's not safe. He's not safe. We're not safe. Stay. Stay.

"Stay," I say. He's so handsome. I love him. I'm so proud.

"I love you, Mum," he says, and kisses me on the forehead. He's crying. I tell him to stop. I love him.

"I'll be back," he promises.

He leaves.

Stay safe, baby. I love you.

It's not safe.