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AN – Well the end is nigh but before that I have some more explaining to do so here is part two to awakening depending on how long it gets depends on whether there will be a third part or if I just stick with two. Makes sense really. Not much else to say about this except as always thanks for the Reviews and Enjoy the story.

Neville opened his eyes

He lay there looking up at the ceiling not daring to move. The ceiling looked a lot like the one in his room at his grandmothers, Creamy white. If he continued to stare at it maybe he would be back there. In his grandmothers house. If he could make that happen maybe he could save them. Maybe none of this would happen.

Neville sighed knowing that in his heart it was hopeless. He'd been allowed to see them but only for a while before they were snatched away from him forever like they had been 15 years ago.

Neville groaned. This had to be a bad dream why would he be sent back to see his parent's downfall and not be able to do something about it. He'd seen this scenario on TV often enough you were sent back to change things not to just watch. Nobody ever just watched. Except Neville!

Sighing he lifted himself up so that he was sitting. The hospital wing looked no different to what it usually did and yet it felt like he was in another place. Why did it feel so unfamiliar to him?

It wasn't the room that felt different it was Neville. He felt like he'd grown up. He hated it. If he could be the baby he had been in his dreams he would.

"Feeling better Neville dear?"

Neville smiled at Madam Pomphrey "Yes Thankyou" he managed to whisper.

"You were out cold for a good few days you must be hungry," she said tucking his blankets around his feet and straightening his pillows.

Neville had been sent to the Hospital Wing so many times that it was like a second Hogwarts home to him. Madam Pomphrey had taken a shine to him and treat him like one of her own. He knew that she saw every Hogwarts student as an extended member of her family but Neville was special to her. He didn't know why but he didn't mind.

"What do you mean a good few days?" he asked frowning it felt like just yesterday he was walking in to Hogsmeade with Dean and Seamus wondering what was keeping Ron. "How many days is a good few?" he added

"Well" she said sitting in the vacant chair beside his bed "You came in Saturday evening after your eventful Hogsmeade visit and it's Friday afternoon now so . . . roughly 6 days" she said after a brief pause.

Neville gaped "6 days?"

She nodded. "You appear to be the first to have awaken hopefully this is a sign you all will"

"All?" he asked "Oh rite" he said understanding "We all ended up hurt then?"

Madam Pomphrey nodded "Cuts and scrapes I can heal bones I can mend in a heartbeat, infections and poisons not a problem but I can't rouse someone who doesn't wish to be awake"

Neville frowned what did that mean?

He was about to ask when he heard a startled yell.

Madam Pomphrey jumped from her seat and ran towards the yells of one Harry Potter. Neville looked around and saw everyone else lying or sitting in their beds. Apart from the Spectacular Six and their visitors the hospital wing was empty. Dean looked like he'd been petrified and Harry was still screaming. The others looked like they were beginning to wake, their visitors fidgeting in anticipation.

Neville looked at the vacant chair by his bed. Why hadn't he any visitors? He sighed he had hoped but knew it was impossible. But where was his Grandmother, she at least should be here. He'd nearly died.

Resting his head against the wall he watched his hands in his lap. Lost in his own little world. Trying to re focus their faces. They were gone.

"Neville" a gentle voice invaded his ears. Looking up Neville gasped.

Ron opened his eyes

Screaming he'd heard screaming. Harry was in trouble. He had to help.

Green light flashed before his eyes as he collapsed back on to his bed.

What was that? He wondered.

That hadn't been how he'd remembered his Uncles death. In all honesty he couldn't actually remember his Uncles death. He had been there but at only three he couldn't exactly recall it. He'd asked a few times and been told the same thing

"You know the grim sweetie?" his mother asked as she tucked him in to bed one night.

Ron nodded shivering slightly at the mention of the beast

"Well one night Uncle Bilius saw the Grim and he just died sweetie, You know the stories about them"

Again he nodded

"They kill people don't they mum?" Fred asked leaving his own bed and sitting on Rons.

His mother hugged him to her and George when he joined them minutes later.

"They're evil aren't they?" George asked

"Well no they aren't there just big dogs honey but people get so scared when they see them their heart stops and they die."

Ron began to cry and Fred and George wailed about how much they missed their uncle. Mrs. Weasley sat up with them calming them down tucking them in stroking their hair until eventually each of them had fallen asleep.

Ron scowled at the memory. They'd lied to him. Bilius hadn't seen a Grim he'd died because of one of Voldemorts followers. They'd killed him outside his own house while he and his family had been inside. He'd known someone was out there and he'd sent them all inside to safety. He'd protected them and kept them alive and his mother hadn't even told them how he'd really died.

He understood why but he was 16 years old now why had they kept up the façade so long? After all he'd been through these last couple of years being Harry Potters best friend how could they possibly think he wouldn't be able to handle it.

He let his eyes wander round the Hospital Wing Harrys screams had been silenced or at least turned down by Madam Pomphrey. Neville was sitting gaping at people Ron vaguely recognized and Dean looked like he'd just seen a ghost. Hey weirder things had happened.

"Ahhh your awake" a manly voice noted

Ron nodded wondering when they had employed a male nurse.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine"

"I'm glad to hear it"

Ron looked up in to the shining eyes of the new staff ready to politely ask him to leave him alone when the words lodged in the back of his throat. He wasn't staring up at a male nurse after all.

AN – Another chapter bites the dust. I'm so happy I started writing this on the 17th while I was waiting for my friends to come over and it was my 17th birthday how amazing my 17th chapter written on the 17th and I was turning 17. I am so easily amused so this chapter is not only dedicated to all those who love it but to my wonderful friends who made my birthday special. I love you guys' lol. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Hopefully your not getting to sick of waiting for the explanation but I assure you it's coming. All in good time my friends all in good time, review. Thanx