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This is the last part of NN, watch this space for the next part of the Neville Trilogy

The first part of The Neville Trilogy

NEVILLE NUMQUAM

chapter seven

revelations

Neville opened his eyes as slowly as he could and took in his surroundings. He was lying in a bed in the Hospital Wing. His injuries had all been healed fairly well. He wouldn't even have any scars thanks to Madame Pomfrey, who had conveniently been hanging about outside the gates of Malfoy Manor along with Dumbledore and a squad of Hit Wizards from the Ministry of Magic.

Now Harry was lying the bed beside Neville, and Hermione was on the other side of Harry. Ron was immediately opposite Harry, and Malfoy was on his left, making him opposite Neville, in effect.

Neville was the only one awake. That quickly changed.

"What did I break this time?" Harry groaned as he came to.

Neville heard a chuckle, and it was only then that he noticed Dumbledore was there as well.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry exclaimed. "What's happened?" Dumbledore waved a hand to shush him.

"Have no fear, Harry, this is that joyful time of the year when I reveal yet another little one of your life's mysteries to you," Dumbledore assured him. "But first, I wish to congratulate you all. After all, you managed to fight off quite a number of Death Eaters and trick Lord Voldemort. I think that fifty points each for Gryffindor should suffice."

Malfoy gave a cry of outrage.

"By all means, Mr Malfoy, Slytherin may have some points as well," Dumbledore said fairly. "Let's say, oh, a point for Slytherin."

"A point?" Malfoy hissed in outrage. His plight was ignored.

"As I was saying, now that Lucius Malfoy is dead and the bodies of many Death Eaters have been discovered, things are looking up a bit," Dumbledore went on. "Now, Harry, do you have any idea what a wizarc is?"

"It sounds like you've just changed the last letter of the word wizard and then pretended it's a real thing," Harry replied flatly.

"Not quite," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eye. "A wizarc is an extremely powerful wizard capable of casting immensely powerful spells and even resisting some minor spells."

"If they're so great how come they have such a gay name? Couldn't they have called themselves something cool, like the Ultra Mega Uber Magicians of Doom, or the Red Hot Chili Peppers?" Harry asked.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Hermione was squeaking from her bed, with her hand waving in the air.

"Ah, Miss Granger?" Dumbledore said.

"Is this related to Harry?" she said breathlessly. "I mean, is that why whenever we cast a silencing charm on him he isn't silenced; his voice just gets a bit quieter."

"Oh, good Lord, no!" Dumbledore said. "Harry's wizarc powers won't have materialised at all yet. They won't until he turns seventeen in the summer. The particular effect the silencing charm has on his voice is because his voice is so abnormally loud that a simple silencing charm is not enough to completely quiet him."

"So can we keep the charm on him for a while?" Neville pleaded.

"Oh my, yes. I daresay it might help him grow an actual personality."

"So, what does it all mean?" Hermione asked. "I mean, what will happen if Harry is a wizarc?"

"Well, Harry is not the only wizarc here," Dumbledore said.

Ron perked up.

"Really?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, one of Harry's very dear personal friends is also a wizarc," Dumbledore confirmed.

Ron looked about ready to die of happiness.

"Why, Mr Longbottom here is also a wizarc," Dumbledore said.

Ron collapsed backwards on the bed.

"In fact, he's probably an even more powerful wizarc than you, Harry."

Harry looked utterly furious.

"But he's an idiot!" Harry snapped.

"He may be an idiot," Dumbledore began. "But I think we can all agree one thing... he looks delicious."

There was a long awkward silence, which was interrupted only by Malfoy's muttering of; "Only one bloody point. Weasley murdered my father and got fifty!"

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It was almost a week later whenever a mysteriously regal looking owl swept out of nowhere to deliver a letter to Harry.

"Hang on, it's addressed to Harry and Neville," Hermione pointed out.

Neville just happened to be standing the general area.

Ron was threatening to jump out a window if people didn't start paying attention to him soon. Hermione gave him a slight wave to pretend she cared about whatever Quidditch team he was talking about now.

"It's from Sirius!" Harry exclaimed.

Dear Harry and Neville,

I have great news. Wormtail was captured today. He went into a Muggle pub to the use the bathroom, and unfortunately for him the entire Auror department was in having a bit of a piss-up in the middle of the afternoon. So, anyway, that means I'm free now! Yep, Wormtail basically confessed to everything on the spot.

Anyway, now I can finally marry that fox Augusta Longbottom. We'll be getting married in the summer. I'll be adopting you Harry, naturally, so that'll make you Neville's uncle. How cool is that?

Love,

Sirius

PS. We'll have a little shed in the back garden... the kind that resists nuclear blasts. For Remus, you see.

"What's a nuclear blast?" Ron asked.

"Honesty, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed hotly. "It's a Muggle thing!"

Harry seemed utterly gobsmacked.

"Augusta's your Gran, right?" he asked at last.

"Yep," Neville squeaked, looking a bit sick himself.

Hermione was laughing her head off. Ron had mysteriously disappeared.

It was going to be an eventful summer...

To Be Continued in the next exciting instalment of the Neville Trilogy

NEVILLE DEXTEROUS