They walk into the room, the beautiful boy, and the going gray old lady. They both look fimlar like I should know them. I knew that my wife was in the bed next to me but I didn't know her name. It bothered me, she knew my name she would say it when she slept sometimes or when was starting out the window with literally no thought in mind
"Hey mum hey dad it me Neville I know you don't remember me I wouldn't expect you to" I can hear him sigh
I was staring out the window still trying to figure out why that name so fimalr
"hopefully you guys are okay,''
Why, he had to be important there were always only two visitors why was he here. I need to know
My mind was reeling. I could feel the cold floor hit the left side of my face. I must have collapsed. I could feel someone putting me on the bed. I reach out to the beautiful boy and keeping a tight hold on his hand I pick up a pencil and papper and write in my sloopy untidy hadwriting
"the beautiful boy, the one that stands before me, I don't know who you are, plase help me" I hand him the muggle paper
He gasps I can hear it but after that my world goes black