Neville's POV
I was awakened by the banging of trees against my window pane. I curled into myself. I hated thunderstorms. It reminded me of her. Bellatrix Lestrange. The very name felt like something cold and bitter, like the icy wind. She is the monster that took away my parents.
I rubbed my eyes and begged for sleep. No avail. I was up and awake. When that happened, I couldn't go back to sleep. The boys in my Hogwarts dorms teased me as I was the only person who liked to get up early, unlike them, who could sleep 'til 3 in the afternoon if given the chance.
Somehow, I felt drawn to the bedroom window. I felt the need to push open the piece of glass and brush my hand across the leaves on the trees. I can't believe I did that. It was raining heavily and my hands literally froze in the cold. Yet, as I felt the texture of the leaves in my hand, I felt a burning sensation rippling in my body. From head to toe, I felt like dying. The pain was so intense that I fell to the floor, retracting my hand and clutching it in agony. After a minute, the pain subsided and I rose from the ground, trembling. What happened to me? I gazed at my palms, wondering if this was a dream. Suddenly, my eyelids felt as if lead weights were glued to them. I fell to the floor, exhausted for no apparent reason. My last waking thought was that I was going to have an aching back tomorrow, and that my Gran is, well… I don't know. Then, blackness.
