A/N: Last one. This has been fun! The sin is wrath, and the prompt is "let the games begin". Please review!
"Where are you, boy?!" Bellatrix shouted. "I'll find you!"
Neville hid behind a wall, his wand at the ready in case she made good on her threat. He was panting from all the running, and he had lost count of the various injuries he had sustained from the battle already.
"So, you want to play hide and seek?" Bellatrix laughed. "Kiddies do like their games, don't they? I'll show you games, wee Longbottom."
Neville held his breath as he heard the Death Eater's footsteps coming closer.
"Got you!" Bellatrix exclaimed.
She advanced upon Neville with a wicked grin, relentlessly directing deadly streams of light at him. He managed to avoid them, but not without falling to the ground.
"Don't you know the rules of hide and seek?" Bellatrix asked, as Neville crawled backwards trying to avoid her attacks. "When I find you, you lose!"
With one well-aimed spell, Bellatrix made the young Gryffindor's body go still.
"Now is when things get complicated," Bellatrix sighed. "Should I kill you or just make sure you join your parents? A family ward for the crazy Longbottoms! Wouldn't you like that?"
Neville tried to move his hand, to curse her, to kill her, to do anything—but he was paralyzed.
"Will your parents even cry when your dear grandmother tells them you're dead?" Bellatrix asked. "Do they even know who you are?"
Neville's entire body shook with the effort of throwing off the effect of Bellatrix's spell. In one swift movement, her wand clattered to the ground, and his wand moved to press against her throat.
"Nobody's going to cry for you," he told her.
As he opened his mouth to speak the deadly words, he felt his body shake violently. Neville blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was in bed, facing his very worried wife.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" Hannah asked. "You were tossing and turning, so I thought I'd wake you."
"Just a nightmare," Neville murmured.
"You're fine now," Hannah told him, smiling. "Go back to sleep."
Neville nodded and closed his eyes, hoping for a more peaceful dream. But as soon as he fell back asleep, a familiar cackle began to ring in his ears.
"Let the games begin, wee Longbottom."