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Oddest of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw

Chapter Three

Bad to Good News

Neville found himself sitting at his desk once more, pulling parchment from its drawer along with a quill and ink. He angrily began to write, as instructed by his gran.

Dear Ginny,

I hope your summer is going well. How are Harry, Ron and Hermione? Has Harry had problems since the Department? I hope not.

Anyway I'm sorry to seem so rude but I need a place to stay from tomorrow until the end of the summer, before we set off for Hogwarts, again.

One of the Healers who work with my parents came tonight with some bad news, my mother has been having some issues ... she's slipping from this world. She's created another world where she lives now ... erm, yes well anyway. I was just wondering if it might be all right to come and stay at your house for awhile? I usually would stay with my family but my gran and all my other relatives are going to be so busy. They're all taking turns going back to St. Mungo's to try and talk to my mum, try and get her to come back to her ... mind?

Well I can't come over that's all right. Please don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll be able to find another place.

Thanks,

Neville

He wasn't in the mood to write a long, nice, sweet letter to Ginny. He just wanted to get to the point and send the letter off before his gran came up to sleep in her bed room, right next to his.

Just hours before his gran had come up, once she had seen Mr. Devon out the door. She had sat down at the end of his bed and explained his mother's conditions. Apparently she had gone ... crazy. She insisted that she belonged to another world, one where the ground was blackened by dying bodies and souls roamed freely around. Where whenever someone suffered a dark, painful death the heavens about bled deep and dark.

When Neville heard this his heart wrenched. His mother was becoming more and more depressed. The Healer, Mr. Devon told his gran that his mother's memory had slowly begun to return, but for the worst. Instead of remembering things like her wedding day, or the day Neville was born she remembered being taken by Death Eaters, remembered being tortures. She remembered losing her mind and this caused her to become depressed, she quickly withdrew from the world and created her own.

Neville had begged his gran to bring him with her the next time she went to see his parents but she scowled and told him that place wasn't good for a little boy. Neville had told her that he was sure the thing to help his mother would be to see her only son but she shot this answer down. She said she didn't want her grandson to see his mother in that state.

He was very upset by this, he thought he might be helpful, to his mother, father, and the Healers at St. Mungo's. Obviously, he was the only one who thought this way and now he was left trying to find a place to stay for the remaining few weeks of summer.

Neville sat up in his bed, trying as hard as he could to remember the time when his parents were real people. When his father would take him to the park and push him on the swing or play tag with him while his mother unpacked the picnic she had made for them. He tried to remember when his mum would try and teach him a simple charm, or when his dad would try to teach him to ride a broom.

It was no use. He couldn't remember any of those times, he couldn't remember. He was just to young when his parents were real, he couldn't remember them. He sighed and reached over to his dresser and he picked up a picture frame. In it were his mother and father, laughing and holding hands, waving and smiling up at him. Neville wished so hard that his parents could be like they were in the picture once more, but it was pointless, he had been wishing for that since they had been attacked by Death Eaters. Neville remembered when he was younger and every time it was his birthday and he was presented with a cake and candles to blow out he would make his birthday wish; to have his parents back again, and then blow the candles out.

After almost 10 years of that he began to lose hope, and now his mother had gone completely crazy, living in a world she had made up. There was no chance she would be able to make it out of her mind alive. Neville was worried and scared for her but he also felt hurt and abandon. His parents had left him when he was so very young and even though they couldn't help it, he still felt slightly unwanted.

Neville shook his head clear of those thoughts just as a small, very excited owl flew in through his window. Ginny! That was fast.

Dear Neville,

I'm so sorry to here about everything that's happening at home! I really hope your mother gets better, Neville! I really do.

I asked my mum if you could come over and she said that was fine, and if there is anything she can do to help your gran she's happy to help in anyway she can. How about you come over in about four days? We'll come get you at your house all right?

Oh! But maybe I should warn you ... Luna Lovegood is going to be over as well. I've invited her. I hope that's not a problem?

We'll see you soon! Good luck,

Ginny

Neville felt a flood of happiness rush up him, above the hurt he had been feeling minutes ago. Luna would be at the Burrow with him! One good thing had come of all this. He would get to spend the rest of the summer with the girl he liked! This just might be the best summer ever.

He wrote back to Ginny telling her that four days would be great and his gran said thank you very much but taking him in for the rest of the summer was enough help as it was. He and his gran thanked the Weasley family about twenty seven times in the letter and assured them that Neville wouldn't be any trouble, but in the case that he was over staying his welcome all they had to do was send him back and they would find somewhere else for him to stay.

After a long night of packing his school things in his trunk, along with enough of everything to last him the summer Neville sat down on his bed. After staring at the ceiling for over an hour his gran's owl, returning from his trip to Luna's house, turned up at his window with a letter in hand.

Quickly he rose from his bed and took the letter from the bird which turned around and flew back out the window. Neville read the letter where he was standing, by the window. It was from Luna.

After reading it over about seventy times he looked up, beaming. She had hoping he'd write to her? She seemed so happy to get his letter. Was it possible she liked him too? Was it possible that she wanted to see him again? Would she be happy to see him? Did she know they would both be at The Burrow? Was she as excited as he was to be spending the summer together?

Neville put the letter under his pillow and lay down on it, pulling the comforter over him, still in clothes from the day. He moved deeper into the warmth and breathed heavily, letting sleep take over him for the night.