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Chaper 1: The Boy who Lived - Again
Neville Longbottom awoke from a so-called "dream" he is determined to remember until he closes his eyes for good. He felt invincible; as if he could obediently awake loved ones from the dead without the need of the powerful Resurrection Stone he dropped purposely not more than 15 minutes ago, to surrender himself into the blast of the Avada Kedavra cast willingly by Lord Voldemort himself.
Neville, to his surprise, felt the trembling, long, thin fingers of Narcissa Malfoy press softly against (to his astonishment), beating heart that quickened a beat by the second. Mrs. Malfoys shaky fingers stopped for what felt like a year to Neville.
'Is Draco alive,' Mrs. Malfoys's soft tone reached Neville's ear. Neville merely nodded his head after attempting to sink in what Mrs. Malfoy just whispered into his ear. Neville hasn't moved since he was questioned by Mrs. Malfoy; who now got to her feet and silently walked towards the opposite direction Neville lay; and to his shock;
'He's dead,' Mrs. Malfoy said quietly.
Suddenly all of the Death Eaters burst in cheers, but the one who was heard the most was Voldemort's most loyal servant – Bellatrix LeStrange. She was howling louder than all of the Death Eaters put together.
'The boy who lived; He's dead, he's dead!' Bellatrix yelled at the top of her lungs, as Voldemort gave a cheery laugh.