Yay! I'm super excited about this chapter! It's very different than any of the other ones I've done. Also, it's about Neville, and who doesn't love Neville?

As always, special thanks to Analie Janes, NeverBeenDarkMarked, Absidoodle, and El Leon Y La Oveja for reviewing!

This takes place in the Department of Mysteries in 1996, Harry and Neville's fifth year.

Dear Mum and Dad,

She escaped. Bellatrix Lestrange escaped from Azkaban.

I'll get her, Mum and Dad. I'll do anything I can to get her and her fellow murderers and torturers.

I haven't even told Gran about Dumbledore's Army, but it's amazing. I've learned more stuff from Harry in these meetings than I have all my Defense classes combined (except maybe the ones with Professor Lupin). I'm not very good, but I'm getting better. I'll make you proud, Mum and Dad.

Gran always tells me how you two were great Aurors. I don't think I want to be an Auror, but I want to do this. I want to get rid of these Death Eaters and…Voldemort.

I don't say his name out loud. I say You-Know-Who or He-Who-must-Not-Be-Named. I bet you said his name, Dad. You were probably brave like that, since you fought him and all. You too, Mum.

I'm going to work extra hard in the D.A. meetings now, for you. I'll do something real, show them all that I'm worthy of being in Gryffindor.

I'll prove that I'm the son of Frank and Alice Longbottom, two of the greatest Aurors the Ministry has ever seen. I promise.

Love,

Neville

"Longbottom? Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy…" said the wild-looking woman, a twisted smiling spreading across her face. She could've been beautiful, Neville supposed, with her shiny hair and heavy-lidded eyes, but her face had evil etched into every bit of it.

"I DOE YOU HAB!" Neville shouted. His nose was bleeding, his heart was pounding, and he was in some room in the Department of Mysteries. Fury surged through Neville's body like he had never felt before. He wanted nothing more than to Stun Bellatrix Lestrange, to punch her, hurt her, stop her. Neville thrashed wildly against the Death Eater holding him back.

Another Death Eater shouted something, but Neville had no idea what he said.

"No, no, no," drawled Bellatrix. Her eyes started glowing with exhilaration as she looked from Neville to Harry, and back again. "No, let's see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents…" Neville felt his insides turn to ice. She—she was going to torture him? "Unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy—"

All of a sudden, Neville heard a voice. It was a man's voice, and it sounded like it was coming from behind him, but Neville knew it was inside his head. "Don't let them get it, Neville," said the voice that the boy inexplicably knew to be his father.

Neville started thrashing more and more. His parents wouldn't be stopped by someone holding them back. "DON'D GIB ID DO DEM! DON'D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!"

Bellatrix had moved forward, her wand raised and pointing at Neville. "Crucio!"

Every bit of Neville hurt. Being hit by the cruciatus curse was worse than he could have imagined, and he had imagined it before. When he had been little, he had imagined what could have possibly caused his parents to become the way they were.

Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped, and he collapsed to the floor. Neville's throat was sore, and he realized he had been screaming the whole time.

"That was just a taster! Now, Potter, either give us the prophecy, or watch your little friend die the hard way!" Bellatrix screamed.

Neville wanted to tell Harry not to do it, that as long as Harry and the others escaped, it would be okay, but nothing came out of his mouth. Everything felt numb to Neville. He stared at the floor, trying to control his breathing and resist the urge to cry.

It was silent for some time, and Neville feared the worst. All of a sudden, two doors flew open and the sound of people rushing into the room reached Neville's ears. He looked up. He saw Professor Lupin, Professor Moody, an Auror he had seen in the Ministry, an unfamiliar woman, and what looked like Sirius Black.

It was madness. The Death Eater's started dueling the new arrivals, and Neville took that as his chance to slowly crawl away.

"Are you all right?" asked Harry as a jet of light flew over their heads.

"Yes," said Neville, trying to ignore the ache in his body.

"And Ron?" Harry sounded scared.

"I dink he's all right—he was still fighding the brain when I left—"

Neville didn't get to finish comforting Harry, though, because the stone underneath them blew up and the fifteen year old boys were forced to dash away.

The slightly pudgier boy looked up and tried to make sense of what was going on. He saw people running, wands shooting curses…and a man choking Harry and grabbing for the prophecy.

Something seemed to pump through Neville's veins. He didn't know if it was fear, anger, or adrenaline.

At that very moment, everything seemed to slow down. All Neville could remember was a letter he had written to his parents the night after the announcement of the escaped Azkaban prisoners. He had hid himself in his bed that night, the hangings covering him from his roommates' pitying gazes.

Once he was sure everyone had fallen asleep, he got out a piece of parchment and a quill, and started writing away. He had meant everything he had said; he had worked harder in the D.A. and he was going to do something to stop the Death Eaters. But he had never sent the letter. It wasn't like Neville's parents could read the letter, anyway. And if they could read, they would have no idea what Neville was talking about.

He had seen the sympathetic looks on the Healers plenty of times, especially as a young boy. He would bring in pictures he drew of lions and castles for his parents, and the Healers would attempt to show his mum and dad, but they never really understood. Thus, Neville got "the look".

Neville didn't want those looks now, he was too old, and so he kept the letter. He put it under his pillow, and he'd pull it out and read it occasionally. Every time he read it he was charged with a new level of determination.

As he stood there watching the Death Eater press his fingers into Harry's throat, Neville remembered the letter, and it was just like whenever he read it back in the castle: He was fueled with a desire to make his parents proud.

Neville lunged. He hadn't planned to do it, but he did. The second he jumped, he could've sworn he heard a feminine voice say, "A Gryffindor and Auror's nerve, for sure."

Neville dived on top of the man and, purely by luck, the wand that was in his hand thrust through the eye hole of the Death Eater's mask. The man screamed in pain and released Harry.

"Stupefy!" roared Harry. The man was flung backwards unconscious. Harry turned back to Neville and said, "Thanks!"

The two boys had to dodge to the side as a pair of adults passed by them savagely dueling, but in that second, Neville felt that his parents were proud of him.

And he would do any and everything it would take to keep them proud.

What do you think? I hope I didn't make Neville seem like a lunatic with the voices, but it was more like his subconscious telling him that his parents would be proud of him. :') I really do like Neville.

Oh, and it's different because it's actually in HP series, and not something made up. Did I do it justice? I did stop before Neville got kind of lame by getting hit with the dancing spell. Oh, well.