A/N: Mwhaha! Okay. I'm sorry I took so long to update. I've been busy. I'm
leaving the coutry for awhile soon and I've been packing. *sigh* Anyway,
here's chapter 6! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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Neville stood quietly by the window. He looked outside; it was raining lightly. Soon the snow would turn to complete mush and slush. The temperature dropped, yet it didn't snow. It was the most unusual weather Neville had ever seen.
It had been two weeks since Neville left the old mansion, in pursuit of the boy. Nothing had happened - nobody came. Neville figured that, maybe Luna was right. It was just a boy.
"My foot is almost better."
Neville turned away from the window and cast a downward glance at Luna. She was sitting on the bed, her feet spread out in front of her.
"Oh?" Neville said, raising his eyebrows. "Good."
His mind wasn't really paying attention. Somewhere deep down inside of him, he was still worried. He felt as if something was going to happen. Something big.
"Neville? Are you listening to me?"
Neville tore his eyes away from the window. He looked apologetically back at Luna.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I guess I'm still a little worried."
Luna's eyes trailed over him, and she smiled slowly. Her lopsided grin lingered on her face and
Neville couldn't help but sigh and look back out the window.
Finally, Luna spoke with a more serious tone. "What's wrong Neville?" she said, her voice low and sincere.
Neville walked slowly over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, placing his hand carefully on her ankle. He sighed again.
"It's just-" Neville started and then stopped. "Well, everything, Luna. Everything."
When Luna looked confused, Neville took a deep breath and continued in a deadpan voice.
"Everything," he repeated. "This. Us ending up here. Away from Hogwarts. School, my life, my parents."
Luna stared at him momentarily before he continued.
"They died," he said bluntly. "Or at least they're good as dead. It was just this time of the year. It had snowed the night before. I remember it clearly. I remember my Mother, her screaming. I was under an upturned table, just sitting there. I watched them as they were tortured by Death Eaters."
He squinted his eyes. He felt them water slightly, and he told himself not to get upset.
Luna was silent.
"It wasn't your fault you know," she said softly. "What could you have done?" She scooted closer to him. Her hand slowly met his.
"I don't know," Neville said slowly. "But it's hard to live with yourself, thinking about that. I try to block those things out; that doesn't mean my parents will get better, though."
Neville shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said lightly. "I didn't mean to bring this up."
"I'm glad you did," Luna whispered. She pulled herself closer to him so that she was sitting quite close to him. "I only want to help you."
Neville turned to glance sideways at her. She was so close he could feel her breath on his neck.
He frowned, his eyebrows dipping, and looked at her.
He had never noticed before that moment what beautiful eyes Luna had.
He felt himself self-consciously moving in closer to her. She let out a soft breath, and he noticed somewhere in the back of his mind that her hand was moving up and stroking his cheek gently.
Luna's fingers trailed over his cheek slowly and Neville tried not to shiver. He tried to find his voice. He'd seemed to have misplaced it at that moment in time. He tried to speak but it came out as a slight squeak.
She leaned in. So did he.
It was mere moments before their lips connected in a warm kiss. Time seemed to stand still. She touched his shoulder slightly, and he was shocked to find his arm around her waist.
Luna gave a delighted sigh against him. Neville could hear his heart slamming into his rib cage.
He wondered if she could hear it, too.
Neville became increasingly bolder. He leaned in on her; she lost her balance and was lying down, flat on her back.
She shivered. He grinned.
He continued kissing her, his hand trailed down her arm-
A loud noise directly below them ripped both of them away from each other. Neville's eyes widened quickly and he shot Luna a glance. Her face matched his.
Horror played in both of their eyes.
"Who is it?" Luna said, barely above a whisper. Neville shrugged in reply.
He stood up, and motioned for her to stay where she was. He crept to the window and peered outside. It was beginning to get dark, and he could barely see out into the small graveyard.
Then he heard it. A soft hissing noise, just like the one he heard before he and Luna were teleported.
He froze in silent horror. Faint footsteps could be heard. Neville started to move back over to Luna, but found himself frozen to the spot in which he was standing. He couldn't move.
Two seconds later, a tall hooded figure entered the room. It almost glided. Luna gasped loudly.
Neville reached into his pocket and removed his wand. He aimed it at the hooded figured and opened his mouth.
Before he had a chance to utter a spell, the hooded figure had reached down, grabbed Luna up - with a swish of its cloak - and it was gone.
"No!" Neville shouted to the empty room. His heart was beating quickly, his mind was flooded... he couldn't think...
He rushed over to the window. Someone was moving down there- He didn't stop to think. He ran as fast as he could, down the stairs, feet pounding over the tiled floor, out the door-
He skidded to a halt outside the house. It was raining lightly. His heart was now pounding harder than ever, for five Death Eaters were standing before him, wands pointed at his chest.
Luna lay, limp and unmoving, next to a tall gravestone.
"Longbottom," said a familiar voice. "Good of you to join us."
TBC ~~ A/N: Again, I'm sorry it took so long to post. Please review. More to come- SOON. I swear.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot and the words.
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Neville stood quietly by the window. He looked outside; it was raining lightly. Soon the snow would turn to complete mush and slush. The temperature dropped, yet it didn't snow. It was the most unusual weather Neville had ever seen.
It had been two weeks since Neville left the old mansion, in pursuit of the boy. Nothing had happened - nobody came. Neville figured that, maybe Luna was right. It was just a boy.
"My foot is almost better."
Neville turned away from the window and cast a downward glance at Luna. She was sitting on the bed, her feet spread out in front of her.
"Oh?" Neville said, raising his eyebrows. "Good."
His mind wasn't really paying attention. Somewhere deep down inside of him, he was still worried. He felt as if something was going to happen. Something big.
"Neville? Are you listening to me?"
Neville tore his eyes away from the window. He looked apologetically back at Luna.
"Sorry," he muttered. "I guess I'm still a little worried."
Luna's eyes trailed over him, and she smiled slowly. Her lopsided grin lingered on her face and
Neville couldn't help but sigh and look back out the window.
Finally, Luna spoke with a more serious tone. "What's wrong Neville?" she said, her voice low and sincere.
Neville walked slowly over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, placing his hand carefully on her ankle. He sighed again.
"It's just-" Neville started and then stopped. "Well, everything, Luna. Everything."
When Luna looked confused, Neville took a deep breath and continued in a deadpan voice.
"Everything," he repeated. "This. Us ending up here. Away from Hogwarts. School, my life, my parents."
Luna stared at him momentarily before he continued.
"They died," he said bluntly. "Or at least they're good as dead. It was just this time of the year. It had snowed the night before. I remember it clearly. I remember my Mother, her screaming. I was under an upturned table, just sitting there. I watched them as they were tortured by Death Eaters."
He squinted his eyes. He felt them water slightly, and he told himself not to get upset.
Luna was silent.
"It wasn't your fault you know," she said softly. "What could you have done?" She scooted closer to him. Her hand slowly met his.
"I don't know," Neville said slowly. "But it's hard to live with yourself, thinking about that. I try to block those things out; that doesn't mean my parents will get better, though."
Neville shook his head. "I'm sorry," he said lightly. "I didn't mean to bring this up."
"I'm glad you did," Luna whispered. She pulled herself closer to him so that she was sitting quite close to him. "I only want to help you."
Neville turned to glance sideways at her. She was so close he could feel her breath on his neck.
He frowned, his eyebrows dipping, and looked at her.
He had never noticed before that moment what beautiful eyes Luna had.
He felt himself self-consciously moving in closer to her. She let out a soft breath, and he noticed somewhere in the back of his mind that her hand was moving up and stroking his cheek gently.
Luna's fingers trailed over his cheek slowly and Neville tried not to shiver. He tried to find his voice. He'd seemed to have misplaced it at that moment in time. He tried to speak but it came out as a slight squeak.
She leaned in. So did he.
It was mere moments before their lips connected in a warm kiss. Time seemed to stand still. She touched his shoulder slightly, and he was shocked to find his arm around her waist.
Luna gave a delighted sigh against him. Neville could hear his heart slamming into his rib cage.
He wondered if she could hear it, too.
Neville became increasingly bolder. He leaned in on her; she lost her balance and was lying down, flat on her back.
She shivered. He grinned.
He continued kissing her, his hand trailed down her arm-
A loud noise directly below them ripped both of them away from each other. Neville's eyes widened quickly and he shot Luna a glance. Her face matched his.
Horror played in both of their eyes.
"Who is it?" Luna said, barely above a whisper. Neville shrugged in reply.
He stood up, and motioned for her to stay where she was. He crept to the window and peered outside. It was beginning to get dark, and he could barely see out into the small graveyard.
Then he heard it. A soft hissing noise, just like the one he heard before he and Luna were teleported.
He froze in silent horror. Faint footsteps could be heard. Neville started to move back over to Luna, but found himself frozen to the spot in which he was standing. He couldn't move.
Two seconds later, a tall hooded figure entered the room. It almost glided. Luna gasped loudly.
Neville reached into his pocket and removed his wand. He aimed it at the hooded figured and opened his mouth.
Before he had a chance to utter a spell, the hooded figure had reached down, grabbed Luna up - with a swish of its cloak - and it was gone.
"No!" Neville shouted to the empty room. His heart was beating quickly, his mind was flooded... he couldn't think...
He rushed over to the window. Someone was moving down there- He didn't stop to think. He ran as fast as he could, down the stairs, feet pounding over the tiled floor, out the door-
He skidded to a halt outside the house. It was raining lightly. His heart was now pounding harder than ever, for five Death Eaters were standing before him, wands pointed at his chest.
Luna lay, limp and unmoving, next to a tall gravestone.
"Longbottom," said a familiar voice. "Good of you to join us."
TBC ~~ A/N: Again, I'm sorry it took so long to post. Please review. More to come- SOON. I swear.