Special Thanks to my dog and to Aeraqua, both whom help me get over a little writers' block to bring you this super-short *almost chapter*.
Neville was, rather ruddily, awaken from his wonderful memories by a loud, and somewhat gruff, rasping voice.
"Neville Longbottom! Get off your lazy bum and put the kettle on!" Gran called from downstairs. As he got up, groggy from lack of sleep, he saw that his bed-side clock read a quarter past five. He had been daydreaming for over an hour. "That seems to be happening more and more often these days." He thought as he descended down the stairs.
In the den, Neville's Gran was lying on the sofa, covered in what looked like every blanket in the house. This included the one which had formally covered Neville's bed, possibly explaining his restless, and chilly, night. "Finally!" Gran explained when she saw him. "Go on, don't stand there like a useless fairy! I need my tea, especially considering my condition."
In the kitchen, a rather dark and gloomy place, Neville filled the kettle with water. As he did this, he thought. Gran had been staging a "frightful cold" since he had returned home, Luna in tow. Like any other reasonable person would, Neville wondered if this sudden change in health was due to his bringing of her.
For the second time that day, Neville drifted back into to forgotten memories. But unlike the ones he'd relived earlier this morning, these had nothing to do with his beautiful girlfriend. No, these went farther back. Much farther.
[I know it's short, but it's all I could think of. If you review and suggest something like Aeraqua did, I will write the next chapter sooner. PLEASE REVIEW! I NEED YOUR HELP!]