A/N: I actually finished a story! Okay, the epilogue is way too depressing, but I think/hope it's good. If not, say (nicely) in your review and I'll change it to a happier one. Bai!
Write on, Dragonessa Smith
...Destroying the Future
Voldemort didn't acknowledge Neville in any way.
"So. The famous Harry Potter. Finally brought down. Not by me, not by one of my death eaters, but by his own classmate. How ironic. The meek shall inherit the earth. Ha! It is the strong, those willing to take action, who will inherit the earth. The meek will submit, or they will die."
The side of Neville's mouth twitched.
Ron, obviously deciding he was going to die either way, shouted out "Don't, Neville, think of your parents!"
"Stupid boy!" Voldemort hissed. To Neville, he said, "Boy, you're parents don't even remember you. For all they know, you don't exist. You're nothing to them." He gestured at Ginny. "Kill her first, her brother last. Make him watch her suffer."
Ron and Ginny both paled considerably. Hermione tried a different tactic.
"Neville, remember all the times I helped you in Potions. Only a true friend would help you, anyone else would be too afraid!"
"You see?" Voldemort crowed. "Even as she pleads for her life she mocks you."
Neville's mouth twitched again, more violently than before.
Voldemort saw that, and seemed a hair less cocky than before. "Kill them now." He ordered.
Neville pointed his wand at Ginny, who started struggling violently against her bonds.
"Avada Keda..." Neville started, but his mouth was twitching so badly he couldn't continue.
"Do it!" Voldemort screamed, his calm facade slipping for a moment.
"Avada....avad...av..." No matter how many times he tried, his mouth was twitching too much to get the words out. And not only his mouth, but his whole body was shaking.
"Do it! Do it now! Kill them now!" Voldemort screamed.
"Avada....Avada Kedavar!" Neville shouted. But his wand wasn't pointing at Ginny; it was pointing at Voldemort, who had immediately shouted 'Expellrimus!' The two spells hit in between the two.
At first it became deathly silent. Then, as Neville's spell began to push towards Voldemort, he began screaming at Neville.
"Stupid fool!" Voldemort cried. "You will not defeat me! I am too strong!"
Another blast of yellow light shot out of Neville's wand, knocking Voldemort off his feet.
"You are not strong!" Neville screamed. "And a six-year old shouldn't have to die!"
The blasts from Neville's wand was slowly overtaking the light from Voldemort's.
"Idiot!" Voldemort screamed. "Just like your parents!"
Neville bit his lip so hard, it drew blood. Several more rays of light shot out of his wand, finally overtaking all of Voldemort's wand, drawing both of them deep into a bubble of yellow light.
It grew so bright, Harry and the others couldn't see what was happening, or even bare to look at it any longer. They shut their eyes tight and waited...
Seconds later, the ground shook as waves of heat washed over them. It seemed to go on for hours before they dared open their eyes.
The ground clearly showed where the blast had started. Ring upon ring of charred black grass shot outwards, forming a grotesque bull's-eye.
In the middle of it stood Neville, completely covered in ash.
After a minute, he turned and shakily untied Hermione, than sat down hard on the charred earth.
Without a word, Hermione untied the other three. They all turned to look at Neville, who was now holding his knees and rocking back and forth, whispering.
"Impervio, it was the Impervio, I was fighting it, I was weak, Impervio, Impervio, he was too strong, I'm sorry, Impervio, Impervio..."
They all jumped back as he burst loudly into tears. Ginny was the first to respond, rushing forward and throwing her arms around Neville.
"Neville, you were NOT weak! You beat it, you beat him! You killed Voldemort while you were under his control! That is definitely not the actions of a weak person."
Neville was shaking more than ever. "He-he made me use the Crucious curse on people I didn't even know. I had to-to see the kind of suffering my-my parents went through. I had to put other people through it. He made me do it to a little girl. She couldn't have been six. He wouldn't let me take the curse off her. He wouldn't kill her either. She's probably still in pain somewhere. I-I..."
He leaned over and threw up. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with his tattered sleeve, then stood up shakily, Ginny still holding his hand.
"I, I really want to go see my parents. Will you take me to my parents? I promise I didn't do anything by myself. I swear. I-"
"Don't worry Neville." Hermione said, taking his other hand. "No one would ever dare think otherwise."
Ron and Harry both placed a reassuring arm over his shoulders.
"We'll make sure of it." Ron vowed.
Write on, Dragonessa Smith
...Destroying the Future
Voldemort didn't acknowledge Neville in any way.
"So. The famous Harry Potter. Finally brought down. Not by me, not by one of my death eaters, but by his own classmate. How ironic. The meek shall inherit the earth. Ha! It is the strong, those willing to take action, who will inherit the earth. The meek will submit, or they will die."
The side of Neville's mouth twitched.
Ron, obviously deciding he was going to die either way, shouted out "Don't, Neville, think of your parents!"
"Stupid boy!" Voldemort hissed. To Neville, he said, "Boy, you're parents don't even remember you. For all they know, you don't exist. You're nothing to them." He gestured at Ginny. "Kill her first, her brother last. Make him watch her suffer."
Ron and Ginny both paled considerably. Hermione tried a different tactic.
"Neville, remember all the times I helped you in Potions. Only a true friend would help you, anyone else would be too afraid!"
"You see?" Voldemort crowed. "Even as she pleads for her life she mocks you."
Neville's mouth twitched again, more violently than before.
Voldemort saw that, and seemed a hair less cocky than before. "Kill them now." He ordered.
Neville pointed his wand at Ginny, who started struggling violently against her bonds.
"Avada Keda..." Neville started, but his mouth was twitching so badly he couldn't continue.
"Do it!" Voldemort screamed, his calm facade slipping for a moment.
"Avada....avad...av..." No matter how many times he tried, his mouth was twitching too much to get the words out. And not only his mouth, but his whole body was shaking.
"Do it! Do it now! Kill them now!" Voldemort screamed.
"Avada....Avada Kedavar!" Neville shouted. But his wand wasn't pointing at Ginny; it was pointing at Voldemort, who had immediately shouted 'Expellrimus!' The two spells hit in between the two.
At first it became deathly silent. Then, as Neville's spell began to push towards Voldemort, he began screaming at Neville.
"Stupid fool!" Voldemort cried. "You will not defeat me! I am too strong!"
Another blast of yellow light shot out of Neville's wand, knocking Voldemort off his feet.
"You are not strong!" Neville screamed. "And a six-year old shouldn't have to die!"
The blasts from Neville's wand was slowly overtaking the light from Voldemort's.
"Idiot!" Voldemort screamed. "Just like your parents!"
Neville bit his lip so hard, it drew blood. Several more rays of light shot out of his wand, finally overtaking all of Voldemort's wand, drawing both of them deep into a bubble of yellow light.
It grew so bright, Harry and the others couldn't see what was happening, or even bare to look at it any longer. They shut their eyes tight and waited...
Seconds later, the ground shook as waves of heat washed over them. It seemed to go on for hours before they dared open their eyes.
The ground clearly showed where the blast had started. Ring upon ring of charred black grass shot outwards, forming a grotesque bull's-eye.
In the middle of it stood Neville, completely covered in ash.
After a minute, he turned and shakily untied Hermione, than sat down hard on the charred earth.
Without a word, Hermione untied the other three. They all turned to look at Neville, who was now holding his knees and rocking back and forth, whispering.
"Impervio, it was the Impervio, I was fighting it, I was weak, Impervio, Impervio, he was too strong, I'm sorry, Impervio, Impervio..."
They all jumped back as he burst loudly into tears. Ginny was the first to respond, rushing forward and throwing her arms around Neville.
"Neville, you were NOT weak! You beat it, you beat him! You killed Voldemort while you were under his control! That is definitely not the actions of a weak person."
Neville was shaking more than ever. "He-he made me use the Crucious curse on people I didn't even know. I had to-to see the kind of suffering my-my parents went through. I had to put other people through it. He made me do it to a little girl. She couldn't have been six. He wouldn't let me take the curse off her. He wouldn't kill her either. She's probably still in pain somewhere. I-I..."
He leaned over and threw up. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with his tattered sleeve, then stood up shakily, Ginny still holding his hand.
"I, I really want to go see my parents. Will you take me to my parents? I promise I didn't do anything by myself. I swear. I-"
"Don't worry Neville." Hermione said, taking his other hand. "No one would ever dare think otherwise."
Ron and Harry both placed a reassuring arm over his shoulders.
"We'll make sure of it." Ron vowed.