"Morning!" Neville greeted when I flopped down next to him at breakfast the next morning.
"Don't kiss me again," I demanded, "When I say I miss Harry, I mean really. I still l--like him." Something inside me stopped me from saying love. For Neville's sake or my own?
Seeing the angry look on Neville's face, I knew I'd been to harsh, but what else could I do? We ate breakfast without another word.
But there were more important things happening. Like the evil looks we were recieving from Snape and the Carrows. I wanted to just go up to one of the teachers and tattle, let someone else handle it for once, but I couldn't. The time for that was in the past. We had to do it ourselves now.
"Neville," I whispered, ignoring the fact he wanted nothing to do with me. "Neville, please talk to Lavendar Brown and the Patel twins for me? Anyone we can trust--or sort of trust--needs to meet as at Hagrid's hut tonight at six." The plan was formulating as it rolled off my tounge. I brainstormed who else was left: Luna, of course; Seamus; Ernie; Micheal; Colin ... not many. But we needed all the help there was. As I muched on my dry toast, I made a silent prayer that Harry, Ron and Hermione would come back. They'd have a plan. They'd rally us together, and bring Snape down, and the whole Voldemort movement. They were totally ellusive, though, so we had to make due with what we had. Lord, help us all.
