Gold of Courage and Red of Blood
Before any of you tale-thirsty, story-seeking wanderers venture into the depths of this developing story, let it be known to you that you may tread of treacherous path. The contents of this chronicle-in-the-making may hold a bit of spoilers for those of you not fully updated on the full novels written by none other than J.K. Rowling. Be forewarned.
Also, I do not tolerate unconstructive criticism within my stories. If you have a problem with what or how I write, please speak it with dignified grace and manners that would perhaps assist me in knowing how I may fix it to my viewers liking. And be kind to all others around you.
Please keep in mind I have only read the seventh book once as of now, and it has been a little bit since I read the previous novels, but I am trying to keep this as much to Rowling's liking as I can. If I make a mistake, it was an honest mistake and I would like for someone to inform me kindly of what I did wrong and I will do my best to correct it. (P.S. I use this as a disclaimer that I do not own the Harry Potter books whatsoever - I wish - and this is merely written off of the works of J.K. Rowling)
(In other words:
-HP7 Spoilers
-Please kindly correct me if I make a mistake)
Thank you! Now, for the teaser:
All Aboard
He gazed out the window, absent, swarmed in his own thoughts. What were they going to do? What could they do? Harry Potter was not coming back to school and, as far as he knew Ron nor Hermione either. Who would protect them? How could they stand up to the evils weaving blindfolds over all higher powers?
Neville groaned and ran a hand through his hair. They would have to do something; that much he knew.
"What do you think it'll be like?" said a blond-haired girl sitting across from him – Luna Lovegood – "having Professor Snape as our headmaster now?"
Neville's attentiveness and sense seeped slowly back into his body and he turned to her. He shrugged and shifted in his seat. It was odd, he always remembered the cushy seats on the Hogwarts Express to be magnificently comfortable, but now they just felt stiff and made his body ache. It was as if his body was making itself known that it agreed with his mind: He did not want to go back to Hogwarts this year.
"What do you think is going to happen? What are we going to do?" she was asking all the same questions that befuddled Neville's brain. He supposed she was just trying to get them out of her head to keep herself from going insane. Maybe it was a good idea.
"The only thing I know is it's going to be difficult. And, we're going to have to do something. I don't know what," he added, as Luna looked about to question again, "just…something. Something to stop it. Or, at least, delay it until Harry can come and help us."
"Do you think he will?" Neville looked at her and almost smiled at the fierce glint in her eyes that said to him she had no doubts he would. Neville didn't either.
"Yes," he said truthfully, "but I don't know when. I think the real question is, who will take charge and make sense of the mess of lies while he's gone?"
Luna leaned forward a bit, to look into Neville's eyes which had turned toward the floor is a small hint of dismay. She spoke kindly, but with a matter-of-fact tone.
"You could."
