Neville's POV
I stared at Harry, now lying on the ground at Voldemort's feet. I just looked, willing him to get up, to move. He had been the one hope of Dumbledore's Army for so long- it couldn't just end like this, with everyone watching in despair. It wouldn't end like this! After all I worked for, I was not going to let Hogwarts fall again. I would rather die. I continued to stare at Harry's face, barely registering the shouts and cries of the people around me- all of them screaming at the Death Eaters who had killed the Chosen One- until, with a bang, everyone was silenced. I glanced up at Voldemort, as he paced back and forth behind Harry's body, stroking the head of the giant snake wrapped around his shoulders. The snake… I immediately flashed back to Harry's words—his last words, I now realized. I told him, kept telling him, he couldn't give up, we would still fight and die even if he wasn't the Chosen One, and he said he would never give himself up, and I believed him. And then he said
" You know Voldemort's snake, Neville? He's got a huge snake…Calls it Nagini…"
"I've heard, yeah…What about it?"
"It's got to be killed. Ron and Hermione know that, but just in case they-"
Kill the snake. His last words. His last mission. Ron's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"He beat you!" Ron yelled, breaking the Silencing Charm. I glanced back at him for one moment, knowing that he knew what had to be done. He looked at me, fire in his eyes as he listened to Voldemort's lies. We weren't going to lie down and let Voldemort have his way. It was time for this to end. I gave Ron a nod as I turned and charged at Voldemort and the snake. This is for you Harry.
