"Oh Neville, that's horrible! What happened?" Harry asked, trying to get Neville to do something besides sob. Neville never cried in times of fright or crisis (save physical injury) but this one thought broke him down completely. Harry remembered all the way back in third year hearing the sniffles from across the room in the middle of the night, finally realizing the trauma Neville had suffered in his short life.
"Some death eaters, you know what those are right? Of course you do. Came to our house when I was about two years old and tried to get my father to give them the whereabouts of Voldermort. Yeah Harry, I said it," he said with a wry smile, "I figure there's no reason not to. Ultimately, he's the reason I have no parents."
Here he stopped and looked at Harry who was watching him wide eyed, waiting for more. Dumbledore had only given him basics, not the details that made the story so real.
"My dad was an Auror you know, one of the best. I don't know whether my father didn't know about it, or just refused to tell but either way, they put him under the Cruciatus Curse, just to make sure he wasn't going to talk."
Harry shuddered, remembering the feeling of being under the curse.
"Something wrong Harry?" Neville asked in a concerned tone.
"Not really, I'll tell you later. Would you please continue? This sounds eerily familiar," Harry said, trying to shrug off the uneasiness of thinking about the Cruciatus Curse.
"Well, my dad didn't reveal any information, so out of spite they put the curse on my mum too," he stopped, drawing a shaky breath, "That's when I toddled into the room. Yes, I was there and saw their last sane moments ... that is ... that is until they turned their wands on me. Can you imagine? Putting an Unforgivable Curse on a toddler? I guess you an, but I mean hypothetically of course," Neville turned his head away, refusing to meet Harry's eye.
"Oh Neville I never knew! How come you never told us?" Harry asked, floored by all this new information. he couldn't have ever imagined, the Cruciatus Curse on a two year old. I was horrible. At least the Avanda Kedavra was painless.
"They, they say my mum saw them and even through the curse registered what was happening. My dad too. I visit them you know, with Gran," Neville sniffed, his eyes puffy from crying.
"That's so sad! Neville you really should have told us sooner," Harry said moving around the table to pat Neville's back as comfortingly as he could. "Neville?" Harry asked suddenly curious.
"Wha?"
"Do you remember? The curse I mean."
"Yeah," Neville shuddered, his eyes getting a far away look to them. "It's awful, the worst pain you could ever imagine. Pray you never feel it Harry. Pray."
Harry sighed. "But I have Neville. You see, at Voldermot's hand I have been under all three of the Unforgivable Curses."
"Some death eaters, you know what those are right? Of course you do. Came to our house when I was about two years old and tried to get my father to give them the whereabouts of Voldermort. Yeah Harry, I said it," he said with a wry smile, "I figure there's no reason not to. Ultimately, he's the reason I have no parents."
Here he stopped and looked at Harry who was watching him wide eyed, waiting for more. Dumbledore had only given him basics, not the details that made the story so real.
"My dad was an Auror you know, one of the best. I don't know whether my father didn't know about it, or just refused to tell but either way, they put him under the Cruciatus Curse, just to make sure he wasn't going to talk."
Harry shuddered, remembering the feeling of being under the curse.
"Something wrong Harry?" Neville asked in a concerned tone.
"Not really, I'll tell you later. Would you please continue? This sounds eerily familiar," Harry said, trying to shrug off the uneasiness of thinking about the Cruciatus Curse.
"Well, my dad didn't reveal any information, so out of spite they put the curse on my mum too," he stopped, drawing a shaky breath, "That's when I toddled into the room. Yes, I was there and saw their last sane moments ... that is ... that is until they turned their wands on me. Can you imagine? Putting an Unforgivable Curse on a toddler? I guess you an, but I mean hypothetically of course," Neville turned his head away, refusing to meet Harry's eye.
"Oh Neville I never knew! How come you never told us?" Harry asked, floored by all this new information. he couldn't have ever imagined, the Cruciatus Curse on a two year old. I was horrible. At least the Avanda Kedavra was painless.
"They, they say my mum saw them and even through the curse registered what was happening. My dad too. I visit them you know, with Gran," Neville sniffed, his eyes puffy from crying.
"That's so sad! Neville you really should have told us sooner," Harry said moving around the table to pat Neville's back as comfortingly as he could. "Neville?" Harry asked suddenly curious.
"Wha?"
"Do you remember? The curse I mean."
"Yeah," Neville shuddered, his eyes getting a far away look to them. "It's awful, the worst pain you could ever imagine. Pray you never feel it Harry. Pray."
Harry sighed. "But I have Neville. You see, at Voldermot's hand I have been under all three of the Unforgivable Curses."