Author's notes: I got the idea for this after Gothic Valley Girl suggested I write something from Ginny's POV about Neville. I wasn't planning to write another chapter, but this idea stayed in my mind and wouldn't leave me alone. Basically, this is the Yule Ball from Ginny's perspective. At the end, she learns something about Neville that she didn't expect…

I sighed as I looked at my dress robes. They were dark blue, and I knew I looked nice in them.

Neville had been really nice when he asked me, and he'd agreed that we'd go just as friends. Of course, I hadn't been his first choice.

But then again, I hadn't been Harry's either.

I was a backup. Pure and simple.

I shook my head. Relax, Ginny. Did you really want to go to the Ball with Harry, knowing that he would be staring at Cho the entire time?

How did I know that would happen? Simple. I'd had a vision.

I was at the Yule Ball with Harry. He was staring at Cho, while I stood by his side, miserable and forgotten.

I tugged on his arm, spoke to him, but he wouldn't answer. He couldn't hear me. To him, I didn't exist.

When I'd snapped out of my trance, Colin was staring at me, and Professor Snape was taking ten points away from Gryffindor.

I sighed. I couldn't figure out what that meant until Ron and Harry were talking about the Yule Ball and how they'd both been rejected.

Oh well. It was all for the best, after all. Neville wasn't my dream date, exactly, but it'd be better than going with Malfoy or something. I shuddered.

I took one last glance at myself, then went downstairs.

~*~*~*~

Oh boy. Neville had warned me that he wasn't much of a dancer, but still…my feet were killing me!

We were sitting down, since my feet were on strike. The Weird Sisters-one of my favorite groups-had struck up a slow song.

Open your eyes

And see what's waiting for you right here with me.

Open your mind

And realize that I'll love you 'till the end of time…

I couldn't help it. I looked over at Harry, who was sitting in a corner talking to Ron. I wished…that Harry was standing next to me, instead of Neville.

"You really like him, don't you?" Neville asked, following my gaze.

I looked at him. "Pretty obvious, huh?" I blushed. Neville was my date instead of Harry. "Neville, I'm sorry I'm such a rotten date, but-"

"And I'm sorry that your feet were being tortured out there on the dance floor." Neville said ruefully.

I laughed. "You're not that bad."

He laughed too. "Yes, I am." He gestured towards the gardens. "Want to go outside for a bit? Get some air?" He grinned. "I won't step on your feet, I promise."

I burst out laughing. "All right."

~*~*~*~

We were in the gardens, talking about the teachers, Fred and George's Canary Creams, everything. I really liked Neville, and I was glad that I'd come with him after all.

Then his hand brushed mine, and-

"Frank!" A woman with Neville's blue eyes screamed.

A man who looked exactly like Neville yelled at her, " Get Neville and RUN!"

A group of masked people in cloaks grabbed the man. The figure in the lead yelled, "Crucio!"

The man writhed in agony. The woman, sobbing hysterically, turned to leave, but one of the Death Eaters got in the way.

He ripped the baby, who was wailing now, out of her arms and another one of the Death Eaters grabbed her and said cruelly, "Now, now, Mrs. Longbottom, sure you don't want to see the rest of the show?"

Later, the baby was toddling toward the motionless form of his parents. "Mommy?" he asked pitifully. "Daddy?"

They didn't respond. They were staring straight out in front of them with a terrified look on their faces.

The baby started crying. "Mommy! Daaadddy!" he cried out into the night.

I came back to myself with a start. "Ginny?" Neville asked, looking at me in concern. "Are you all right?"

I looked at him. "Neville?" It came out as a whisper. "What happened to your parents?"

He gulped, and even in the moonlight, I could see that he'd gone pale. "Why d'you want to know?" he asked, turning away from me.

"Nevile…were they…attacked by the Death Eaters?"

He whirled around. "How'd you know that?" he demanded. "Dumbledore's the only one here…he'd never…"

"Neville, he didn't tell me. I swear." I assured him. "It's…I…er, that is to say…I have this rather odd…gift."

He was looking at me in bewilderment. "What d'you mean?"

I licked my lips. I'd never told anyone outside of my family about what I saw. If any of my brothers found out, they have a fit… "I see things. Visions, to be presice. And when your hand brushed mine, I saw…what happened that night…"

~*~*~*~

We were sitting on a bench. "I was two." Neville said slowly. "I don't really remember anything…the Aurors who came, my grandmother, and Dumbldore told me what happened. They came…because my dad was an Auror and they thought he'd have information about where You-Know-Who was. He didn't know, but they thought he was lying so they-" Neville's voice broke, "they…tortured him…but he still wouldn't give them information…so then, they tortured my mum…."

I felt tears pricking up in my eyes. "Neville…I…"

He looked at me, and I saw tears in his eyes. "They didn't die, but…they're insane," he said quietly. "I visit them during the holidays in St. Mungo's Hospital. They….they don't recognise me."

I sat there in horror. I'd never imagined….could never have dreamed….

He looked at me. "These…visions…d'you have them often?" He was changing the subject, but I let him.

"They come and go. Sometimes they come as dreams, sometimes they're just flashes that come when I'm doing ordinary things….and sometimes…when I touch someone….I get get visions of their past….or future."

"Do…do they hurt?"

I shook my head. "No." I looked down. "You're the first person I've told that's outside of my family."

He looked at me. "Does…er, does Dumbledore know?"

I shook my head. "My family really doesn't want me to talk about it. You know, with some of the Death Eaters out there…"

He nodded. "I can see why." He was quiet for a second. "I won't tell anyone, Ginny. I swear."

I nodded. "I know. And I promise, Neville, I won't tell anyone what happened to your parents."

He looked at me and smiled shakily. "I know. You're a really amazing girl, Ginny. Harry's doesn't know what he's missing."

I laughed. "I know that, but what can you do? He's totally immune to the charms of my bright red hair and enchanting freckles."

We both laughed. "You wanna go in?" Neville asked.

I nodded and stood up. "Sure. I want to see how many people Fred and Angelina have knocked down yet."