Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to J.K.R and WB and whoever is involved with the editing + publishing + distributing of the books.

Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Hermione, Ron/OC

Rating: R (for future)

Setting: Story starts summer before 6th year.

I know now that the fifth book is out, a lot of the facts or events in the story are not true anymore. But just look at it as a semi-Alternate Universe ok?

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Neville stared at the dungeon's floor blankly.  His hands were chained to the wall above his head, high enough so that his feet were about a foot off the ground.  His shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate and the Death Eaters were only giving him enough water to survive.  There was no food, unless you count the maggot-infested bread that Neville refused to eat.  And all this for what? Hell, he didn't know.  All he knew was that the night of the attack, he was suddenly stunned and when he woke up, he was here.  At first, he yelled for them to release him but when they threatened him with the Killing Curse, he learned to shut his mouth.  The days melted into each other and slowly, he just hung there, growing weaker by the day, fueled only by the hatred he had for the Death Eaters. {The Longbottom Line must be bloody cursed.}, he thought, bitterly smiling to himself.

A rat scampered by, pausing to turn its red beady eyes on the boy.  A few seconds ticked by, then it scurried away into a dark corner.  Torches were attached to the walls so at least Neville could see if there are any bugs around.  Thankfully there weren't that much…

Suddenly he heard footsteps and muffled voices. 

"Master, we've been keeping him here."

"Open the door, Dolohov. I'll personally speak to the boy."

"Master, should my husband and I accompany you?" a woman's voice asked.  She sounded absolutely delighted, as if Christmas had arrived early for her.

There was a pause. Then, "Both of you may accompany me, since you were so…close, with the Longbottom family. Rookwood and Dolohov, you can stay by the door."

"Yes master," two male voices said.

The door was pushed open and Neville trembled.  Neville may be a forgetful and klutzy wizard, but a stupid wizard, he was not.  He knew whom he will meet face to face in a few moments.  Oh, he knew that. Problem is, he didn't know why it was he, Neville Longbottom, who is hanging here in this damn dungeon.

Voldemort stopped a few feet away from Neville. Flanked on his right side was a thin, pale woman with straggly, messy black hair and heavily lidded eyes.  She could have been beautiful, if she wasn't so thin and if there wasn't an evil smirk twisting her thin lips.  On Voldemort's left side was a tall gangly man with black hair that was thinning and a crooked nose.  He had a gleeful look in his eyes, looking Neville up and down.

"Why, hello Longbottom." Voldemort said, watching the boy.

Neville whimpered and stared at the three with wide eyes.

"You can always join the Dark side and by being loyal to me, you'll have more power than you can ever imagine.  Just one word, Longbottom, and you will be released.  You will be given food and shelter and you will work for me."

Neville can only manage to shake his head furiously from left to right.  He was too scared to utter a word.

"No? Hmm…well, Longbottom, do you see these two faithful followers beside me?  You do recognize them don't you?"

Neville nodded as he paled even more and his trembling increased.

"They will be very happy to get reacquainted with another member of the Longbottom line."

Neville knew who those two are. He knew, oh he knew.

Bellatrix Lestrange and Rodolphus Lestrange.  The two people of the four who had tortured his parents to insanity.  Of the four, one was dead; the other Neville didn't know what happened to, and the two people who were the ones largely responsible for landing his parents in St. Mungo's were standing right in front of him. 

Voldemort's expression suddenly changed from a mocking one to a cold determined one.  "I don't have time to waste on you, Longbottom.  Where is it?"

Bewildered, Neville stared back.

"Speak boy!"

"I-I…w-w-what are y-you t-t-t-talk-k-king ab-b-bout?" Neville finally stuttered out.

Voldemort sneered. "Don't pretend you don't understand what I am talking about. Frank and Alice Longbottom were two of the top Aurors of their time.  Dumbledore has entrusted them with an item during the first war.  Even after I have been temporarily defeated by Potter-," he paused, disgust twisting his features, "Frank and Alice had kept the item.  Even with the Cruciatus Curse placed upon them; they would not give up the location or the contents of what they kept. I need that item! It will ensure Potter's demise, and my glorious rise to power."

With the mention of his parents, Neville felt fury slowly burning in him.

Voldemort's face faded away and he saw his dad lying in St. Mungo's bed, staring blankly at the ceiling and occasionally muttering nonsense.  He saw his mum slowly walking to him with her white hair tangled and framing her face.  She then held out her hand with a candy wrapper in it and happily offered it to Neville.  Gran had sighed and told mum to go back to bed.  Neville took the candy wrapper and quietly put it in his pocket.  He had boxes full of wrappers and little junk his mum gave him, stashed under his bed back at home.  If only he could see his parents look at him with recognition in their eyes, if only he could even for only one time, hear them say 'happy birthday!' to him, if only he could hear them say 'I love you, son' just once, just once, then he would never ask for anything else in his life.  Tears gathered in his eyes and ran down his face.

"I don't know what the fuck is up your skinny half-dead arse, but I am telling the truth! I don't know what the hell you are talking about!" Neville yelled.

"May I suggest something, m'lord?" Bellatrix interrupted.

"Speak."

"I think the Ministry or Dumbledore, had placed a series of Memory charms on Longbottom.  He did witness his poor mummy and daddy's interrogation."

Voldemort nodded.

"It'll take several days, but if there are Memory charms that were placed upon him, I can break it." Rodolphus Lestrange offered.

"No. I will personally break the Memory charms." Voldemort said.

"Yes m'lord."

Voldemort turned back to Neville with a cold smile.

"Let's begin."

Neville's scream fill the room but the only people who heard it smiled in pleasure.

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Ginny jerked upright in bed, her pajamas drenched with sweat, her body cold and clammy, and her breaths labored.

She had a dream. Now that she was awake, she can't remember it anymore but she knew it was a horrible dream.  One filled with screams of pain and cruel laughter.  Putting a shaky hand to cover her mouth, she muffled her sobs.  She got up and made her way to the bathroom, collapsing onto the sink and splashing her face with cold water.

"It was just a dream…just a dream…" she muttered.

Crawling back into bed, she laid there unable to fall asleep.  It wasn't until early dawn, when the sky started to lighten, that her eyes closed and she whispered, "It was just a dream."

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At breakfast, Ginny sat a while with her friends but she knew she wasn't much company, for all she said was "uh-huh", "wow", "yea", "interesting".  The rest of the time, she spent moving food around her plate and staring out the windows.

Hermione, Ginny noticed, was already down for breakfast with her nose buried in a book.  Harry and Ron were still getting out of bed probably.

Suddenly a messy pancake with dripping syrup somehow flew from the Slytherin table and went PLOP!, into the Hufflepuff table.

"What the fuck!!!!!" Justin said, glaring at the Slytherin table.  The victim was unknown for the moment as Hannah and Ernie stood up and roared "DETENTION!"

"For who?" the Slytherin table jeered.

Hermione stood up and went to the Slytherin table.  Starting from one end of the table, she slowly walked, inspecting every student.  Someone stuck their foot out but she rolled her eyes and stepped over it.  

"Looking for something, Granger?" Draco stood up, challenging her with his eyes.

"Yes. In fact, I found it." She suddenly grabbed someone and pulled the struggling, guilty one out of her seat.

"Ernie!" Hermione called.

"Yea?" Ernie grinned.

"Here's your culprit!"

Pansy scowled, her hands still sticky with syrup.  She had been trying to wipe them clean before Hermione grabbed her.

Ernie and Hannah walked over and glared at Pansy.

"For throwing food at a student intentionally, Pansy, you, have detention tonight.  You'll report to Professor Sprout at 8pm sharp!" Ernie said with a happy smile.

"Thanks Hermione." Hannah said.

Hermione nodded and before walking back to her table, she turned her head and smirked with satisfaction at Draco.