Phoenix Song
By Phoenix Ash
Rating: T
Spoilers: SS, COS, POA, GOF, OOTP, HBP, PT
Category: action/adventure/romance/mystery
Part: One: Spirit Walk
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
A.N this is a fluff chapter or my attempt at one
Chapter Ten
I Loved You Once
It had all happened so fast.
Neville was walking down a corridor, on his way to the library to fetch a book for a potions essay for Slughorn, when he heard a familiar feminine voice yell
"Get off of me!"
He whipped out his wand and ran in the direction of the voice. The voice was joined by another, but this one he could not hear. He ran until the voice was smothered.
Panting, he reached a broom cupboard and opened it. What he saw broke his heart.
Luna, the one he secretly loved, was locked in a passionate kiss with Evan Davies. He stood stock still. Her faint voice echoed in his head, as if from a dream, "I loved him…"
Luna pulled away and looked at him, noticing him for the first time.
"Neville, its not-"
But he didn't hear her. He needed to get away. So he ran. He ran from her voice, her face, her eyes, from the whole situation.
He ran into the library and fell onto a chair in a corner. Only then did he let the barrage of tears fall.
Luna had not meant for this to happen. Evan had just come on to her and she was powerless to get him off.
So she ran. Only once she was safely back in the Ravenclaw common room did she face what had happened.
To sum it up, she had broken the heart of one she loved.
She had had a dream, or something, that Neville had died in battle and she was weeping over his body, ravaged by spells, telling him that she loved him.
She had always liked Neville, ever since they met on the train two years ago. They were so alike. They were both misfits in the eyes of most of their fellow students. They had both served the Dumbledore's Army well and had proven their strength and devotion several times over.
Over the past year, she had started to feel more for him. Seeing his face when he walked in tore her heart in two. She felt as if it was the end. He was a constant source of strength for her.
She sank to her bed and wept into the pillow.
Harry was working in the common room.
"Potter." Someone whispered. He turned around. The only people there where a couple of third years playing a game of exploding snap.
"Potter."
Harry studied the room until he found Blaise's head sticking out of a tapestry. He walked to him.
"How in Merlin's name did you get in here?" He asked him. Blaise smirked.
"One may never know. I have urgent news for you."
"Let's talk in the dormitory." Harry told him. He nodded and they crept up the stairs and opened the door.
Dean and Lavender were locked in a passionate kiss on the bed.
Harry threw a pillow at them.
"Find a new place to snog." They left without question, noting the seriousness in his voice. He turned to Blaise.
"You have news?"
"Yes." He replied. "The slytherins are in turmoil. There are whispers that there are those faithful to the dark lord in our midst. Several have even decided to join your cause. Malfalda keeps hinting that someone is planning an attack on the school from the inside on Halloween. Be careful, I think there may be Death Eaters in the school."
Harry's heart turned cold.
"Thank you, Blaise, for bringing this up, you were wise to bring this to my attention. You may go."
Blaise nodded and slipped away.
Harry sat on his bed. Anger filled him.
"Damn!" he punched his gloved fist into the wall, fire spurting from it, leaving a giant dent.
He needed to relax, to mull things over. So he made his way to the prefect's bathroom. As he walked through the corridors, there was something different. They seemed darker and unwelcome to his eyes. Shadows lurked just beyond his line of vision.
The bathroom was devoid of life when Harry slipped in inside and turned the water on. He removed his clothes (except his glove) and slid into the warm water and sighed in pure bliss.
So, Voldemort had agents in the castle. Many of the slytherins had joined him, which was what he expected. He hadn't foreseen some of them joining his cause though. Now the war was being fought on two fronts. This was bad. Harry threw back his head and screamed in frustration and dismay. His voice echoed across the bathroom, increasing in volume, then left him in silence.
Ok. Short chapter because of two things. One, I'm terrible at romance. Two, because I had really, really bad writer's block. I promise that I will give you a chapter a month for sure, maybe two. If you are reading this, please, please CONTINUE READING PLEASE! I would be forever in your debt. Next chapter will be Halloween, and that will be out much sooner then this one, so stay tuned. Enjoy.