Chinese Whispers: Neville
They told me you were dead. They told me you were dead, held your limp, lifeless body out like a prize won at a fair, Bellatrix Lestrange laughing with outright glee. I couldn't stand it; I had to do something to defend your honour, your dignity. Because that's what you were to me - you were honour, and nobility, and pride. The lies spilling like poisoned apples from that monster's lips would not convince me now or ever.
They told me you were dead, and even while the masses grieved, your last words guided, no, pushed me forwards until I was running at him without a clue in my mind. Kill the snake, you had said, and with those words echoing in my mind, I was driven forward with a destiny, a purpose. I would kill the snake no matter the cost, because I was a Gryffindor, this was our fatal legacy, and cold metal of steel was in my hands.
They told me you were dead.