A/N: This is a oneshot so there won't be any more chapter added, well maybe there will just not for a while. I really like this oneshot but if ya dont then thats ok, but i hope you enjoy.
Lost Hope
He didn't like seeing their blank faces. It hurt too much that they didn't, couldn't remember him. It was so bloody frustrating to not be able to talk to them, to not be able to hug them without the pang of knowing they had no idea why they were embracing this strange little boy, to say 'I love you' and the only response being a far away look. He was so tired of having to introduce himself again and again and again to his own parents.
'Why can't they remember?' This question ran through his mind on a daily basis, it made him want to scream, cry, hex something until all that was left of it were tiny, singed pieces. It wasn't the question itself that made him want to do these things but the answer, Bellatrix.
Anger swelled in him every time he thought of that wicked woman, she had caused so much pain to so many people. She was one of the Death Eaters who helped to torture his parents into insanity. She laughed with a look of triumph upon her face as Sirius fell through that damned veil. He cringed at the memory of Harry's agony filled cries, hearing them ring in his ears.
He shook his head to stop the ringing, and continued walking down the long hallway toward the staircase.
Bellatrix must pay for all the horrible things she has done. She needs to feel all the pain she has caused to her victims, the loneliness witches and wizards faced, the tears children shed for the loss of parents. He wanted her to feel the wrath of over one hundred Cruciatus curses, to writhe in torment until she begged for death. Bellatrix Lestrange, along with all the other Death Eaters will suffer the consequences of all the terrible things they have done.
Upon reaching the staircase, he took some of his anger out by stomping his way up the steps. Looking at the number of the first door to his right he noticed he would have to make his way to the other end of the hallway before reaching his destination, he had memorized the way years ago but it had become sort of a routine to check the first door number. With a sigh he continued on with his dreaded task, although he would have to admit there were some moments he cherished.
His parents were driven insane, an incurable fate. Some of the healers believed they had found a spell, that with minor changes could be the remedy to his parents insanity, but he had lost hope years ago. Nothing could bring his mother or father back.
The only regret he has giving up hope is knowing that as long as his parents are still lost in their own minds, so are all the other patients. The other fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers, aunts and uncles, friends and even next door neighbors all still suffering from insanity or any other malady, bringing hard times into so many peoples's lives.
He wished the hall was longer as he neared the door, but he braced himself for what was behind it, reciting how it would play out, 'Hi, I'm Neville.' Their faces would remain void of any emotions as he said this. His mother would go around the room pointing out things to him, often smiling as she observed the objects. His father simply sit in his bed, quietly studying the room.
'Well here it goes.' He turned the knob, and slowly opened the door fully aware they would be out of their minds, not remembering a thing, not even his name.
"Look Alice, he's here."
"Oh Frank, he's grown so much. Oh Neville, my son."
"Mum? Dad?"
Clearly all hope wasn't as lost as Neville had thought it to be and the healers had finally gotten the spell just right.
A/N: If you feel this needs revising please let me know, and flames are welcome, i will use them to fix my mistakes so please feel free to share.