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Only Luna's Chapter to go then back to winterfall.
Neville was the first to land in Westeros.
Cold voices filled his senses then a strange sound awoken him. He thought it was Ron at first but when he finally opened his eyes, he found himself in a wintery plain. Alarmed, he immediately got up and saw a group of women not too far from his position, with nut-brown skin dappled like a deer's with paler spots and large ears. They had large liquid gold and green eyes which were slit like a cat. Their hair is a tangle of brown, red and gold, autumn colors, with vines and twigs and withered flowers weaved through it.
Their cloak of leaves rustle with the wind and their voice is high, sweet, and strangely musical like Luna's. In it he felt sadness that might break his soul with its intensity. After a few moments, his mind finally caught up with his situation and the biting cold sent him shivering. Instinctually, he pulled out his wand from his pocket to cast a warming charm but instantly regretted it afterwards when the strange woman jump back in fright. Nevertheless, this did not stop him from casting the spell.
Warm comfort immediately surrounded him and he was interrupted of appreciating the good value of a well-cast spell by blood curling screams coming from the women's direction. Looking up, Neville saw hundreds of Dementors flying from the tear in the sky. At once he picked up the Sword of Gryffindor lying near him, and with his wand on the other hand approached the frightened women who had been studying him from afar. Neville looked to where the dementors were flying over to and he saw a different group not less than a hundred yards away with a lone figure advanced in front.
The figure was a man, colored blue as ice. Neville saw him raise his hands at the approaching Dementor, who when trying to give him the Kiss, had its powers instead turned against it. The clash sent a massive shockwave of ice and snow forcing Neville to conjure a shield to protect not only himself but also the women behind him. Behind the shield he saw more Dementors having their consumed souls sucked out of their beings, their efforts to escape the blue figure fruitless as the vortex of cold winds just pulled them closer to him. Neville could only stare speechless as he had only seen this kind of display during Harry and Voldemort's last battle at Hogwarts.
The hoard of dementors began to thin out, one by one being consumed by the blue figure. When only one remains, Neville watched with wariness as figure grabbed the lone dementor and disintegrate it into nothingness. In a second then, the figure seemingly apparated in front of them, a terrible look upon its face. The women around him screamed in terror.
"VENGEANCE" he said through gritted teeth as he summoned one of the women towards him only to disintegrate its existence, leaving nothing for even the wind to blow away.
Neville pointed his wand in defense against the figure and shouted, "Leave them alone!" The man only gave him an evil look.
"Flipendo!" Neville cried out, but instead of striking his opponent, the spell instead bounced off the snow and turned back his way. He immediately ducked to the side and ran towards the direction of the women.
"RUN!", he grabbed the hand of one of the women, bolting towards opposite direction. He spied a huge body of water surrounding an island not far from them. Quickly looking back his shoulder, he saw the figures in pursuit of them.
"Who is that man or thing?" Neville questioned the woman whose hand was still in his. She looked him with narrowed eyes and replied, "In the past, we created him with our magic to help us with the war against the First men of this world". They finally reached the shoreline.
"Magic... you have magic." Neville whispered in amazement as he turned to face the people who ran with him. He heard murmurs of "What are we going to do?" and "We are all going to die!" floating around. The wind then suddenly picked up around them reminding him of their pursuers.
"Gather around me! Ebublio!" Neville shouted pointing his wand towards the ground as brilliant purple jet of light accompanied by purple flame and smoke encased them inside a massive bubble.
"Levicorpus." with an upward flick at the bubble they were flung high into the air as Neville guided them over the cold, rough waters, his wand pointing towards the direction of the small island. Looking over his shoulder he saw their pursuer flying towards them filled with rage. The women in the bubble began chanting in a language Neville couldn't understand. Before he can ask what they were doing, enormous tentacles rise out of the water and began striking the figure at every direction sending him out of course and away from them. Neville, understanding that this is the women helping turned his gaze forward and focused his attention to the oncoming island. From above, a wood-walled castle with a smoky keep can be seen in the middle of a dense set of trees surrounded by steep hills littered with streams.
The other shore is only a few meters away when he felt the sudden change in rhythm in the women's chant. Their voices also became louder. This made him look back his shoulder and immediately saw the reason. Their pursuer managed to evade the defenses set by the women and was gaining grounds. Knowing that the fight against the figure is now inevitable, he turned towards his front and focused on reaching the other shore. He needed to land safely in order to focus his magic on offensive maneuvers. They had just reached land when the figure finally managed to catch up with them and shattered their defense with a blast towards their protective bubble. This sent them plummeting towards the ground.
Neville immediately casted a cushioning charm to cushion their fall. However, it seems that the figure is wasting no time in trying to enact its revenge. The women in his group were one by one being pulled towards the figure only to be consumed to nothingness.
"Help them! Please!" the woman frantically said to Neville with tears in her eyes. This was the first time she said anything to him but Neville could only look at her with hopelessness. The figure is too powerful for just one wizard. However, a thought occurred to him.
"You have magic, right? I would need your assistance of you want to save the others…"
"Leaf. My name is Leaf." She said looking back at him.
"Okay, Leaf. Repeat after me. Also, think of happy thoughts as you say this. Try to give me as much magic as you can manage." He instructed the woman. He whispered the spell to her ears and after a few tries of saying it, she finally got it. They turned their gaze towards the figure consuming her brethren and as one, with Neville pointing his wand towards its direction,
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"
From his wand, Neville saw a smoky figure rising, slowly becoming solid as more of its entirety is coming fort. The head was the first one to become recognizable followed by its body. Neville stared amazed at his Patronus, with its eagle like eyes that immediately locked onto their opponent, massive wings spanning his shoulders, talons like that of a lion, and horse liked body. His Patronus, a hippogriff, upon fully turning corporeal then turned into a real being as it slammed its body against their opponent, sending it back over the sea with a sharp crack. It seems that the fight is finally won and over.
"But the war is lost." Neville thought as he look on with sadness at the motionless form of Leaf in front of him. The fight had taken not only the life of her brethren but also her own. A piece of sharp rock escaped their guard and is now extruding out of her chest straight to her heart. He closed his eyes and tried to make the tears stop from forming.
Behind him, the sound of a beasts landing can be heard. Knowing that staying here is futile, he turned his gaze then towards the magnificent looking creature that seems to be peering into his soul. Remembering Hagrid's lessons, he placed one foot forward and bowed.
The enormous creature twisted his head at him and put one massive front leg in the air bent and the bowed back at Neville. Approaching the hippogriff which had took into a real form of its own, he quickly gazed back at Leaf and realized that it was surely her magic that had saved them and then looked at the hippogriff that was three times bigger than Buckbeak.
It also moved closer on its own and met Neville's hand with keen interest. Neville stroke the hippogriff's head while feeling sad at the enormous price it took for this amazing piece of magic.