Dear readers, here are two more chapters of my fan fic. Enjoy, and please let me know what you think. It would be nice to receive some reassurance that I'm not writing gibberish.

Interlude Outside of Time

Harry's first thought when he woke was that the house elves had been re-decorating. Then he realised he was enveloped in a huge, thick fog. It cleared be degrees to reveal the Gryffindor common room. And on the comfiest sofa, right by the fire, sat…

"Neville?"

He whipped around, horror on his face. "Oh no, Harry! I didn't want them to get you too! I'm so, so sorry!"

"It's not your fault," said Harry firmly.

"They were following me!" sobbed Neville. "And we didn't even find the horcrux! It's all my fault, they're never going to defeat Voldemort now."

Harry joined him on the sofa.

"There is a prophecy," began Neville. "Predicting the downfall of Voldemort. A boy would be born at the end of July, to parents who had escaped Voldemort three times. It said that Voldemort would mark him as his equal, and that he'd have power the Dark Lord knows not, and that neither could live while the other survives."

"And you were the one?"

"Well, I could have been," said Neville, running a hand through his hair. "It's always hard to tell with prophecies, but it was perfectly possible that I was the one to finish him. But there was another boy, you."

"Me?"

"Don't look at me like that, it's true."

"But now we're both dead."

"I guess,"

Neville poked the fire gloomily, and suddenly Dumbledore's voice rang through the room. A picture appeared in the fireplace, Dumbledore was making an announcement to a hall full of students.

"I am sorry to inform you," he said gravely. "that following an incident in Hogsmeade yesterday afternoon, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter were both killed by Death-Eaters. As of today, we will…"

Neville prodded the poker savagely, and the image disintergrated. He glanced over his shoulder at the portrait hole.

"Can you feel it? The portrait hole?"

"I feel like it's pushing me away," said Harry.

"It's pulling me through. I wonder why…"

He stirred up the embers of the fire again, and another image appeared. Six men were carrying a coffin through a village Harry recognised as Godric's Hollow. They rested the coffin on a slab in the church, and left, locking the doors behind them. the picture fell apart again. Neville got to his feet.

"There's no use sitting here anymore. You coming?"

Harry got up too. "You're going transparent."

"You're not."

Harry looked down at his arms. Neville was right, he was still solid. The two of them approached the portrait hole, but Harry felt himself be jerked back, like he had hit an invisible wall.

"I… can't…"

The room began to fill with white light. Neville tried to grab Harry's shoulders. "Harry! Listen to me! Use Gryffindor's sword, in Dumbledore's office! You must destroy the snake and the diadem! The snake is at the home of one of the Death-Eaters!"

"And the diadem?"

Everything was fading. As his vision turned completely to white, he caught just one word…

"Hogwarts!"