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Chapter 2:

"Ahem, Neville?"

He looked up from his herbology work. "Yes..?"

"Professor Dumbledore would wish to speak to you instantly…" The coarse voice of Proffesor McGonagall rang through his ears.

…I didn't do it…

"Neville?"

"Coming..." He mumbled, closing his book and passing through the doors.

He walked, each step echoed down the corridor. Nothing happened…everything is ok…

Calls similar to the ones Neville received were common… the last one had notified Ron that his brother, Charlie, was killed by a Death eater…. But that was last month, the killings had stopped… or slowed down… or…..

Before he knew it, the gargoyles welcoming him into Professor Dumbledore's office were at his feet.

…each step shortened his breath, each thought that entered his brain shut his eyes, … the sound of his gasping scared him…Neville thought to take a rest and give his eyes a chance of sight…but Dumbledore lead him with his old, but stern hands up into his office, in his chair.

"Nevile…" lub-dub, his heart fell

"I have some…unfortunate news..." Dumbledore's eyes stared deep into him… lub-…. Oh merlin, please…no

"After a …umm… suprising, and random attack, I regret to inform you…" Dumbledore loosened his cloak. Dub….lu-….no

" Neville, your grandmother passed away a few hours ago…" Who….not her, shes to… strong minded, she wouldn't let them kill her……

"Neville….?" He waited for his reaction…he waited for an emotion of some kind… but he didn't wait for Neville to leave. I have to leave…This isn't happening…

And then….He ran

Neville left the hospital wing not long after he had woken up later that morning, it was a Saturday, and he was left out into the halls. He felt lost. The whole school seemed…colder…darker….lonelier… The only right thing seemed to go lay down.

On his way to the common room, he entered 4 wrong rooms, ran into 7 people, forgot 3 of those people's names, and 5 people asked to help him. And one person found that it was appropriate to remind him that he owed him money. Thus to say it wasn't the smoothest journey to his destination.

Upon entering the common room, Neville closed his eyes…and breathed. Of course just as he was closing his eyes and…breathing, Ron felt it necessary to go check up on him, thus smacking the portrait into his nose. Neville concluded he had bad luck

"What the…oh Neville, so sorry mate" Ron helped his friend up, "So she let you out early I guess, I was just about to…"

All the words, and noises, that reached Neville's ears seemed to slur, and become fuzzy. It sounded how Ron would act if he was drunk, or so Neville was told how someone would sound if they were drunk.

"…And I just had to get out of there, Harry and Hermione won't stop…fighting…She's wonderful I know that, but Harry…just doesn't get it… You ok Neville? Bloody hell, you're not ok your grandma died…And you're not listening to me…Well then…" Ron continued on while Neville stared mindlessly to him.

"Let's …go inside I guess, be careful, Harry asked Hermione to help him on his Care of Magical creatures' homework…he just…"

Neville followed Ron inside, holding his nose, which had now become painful. His luck was bad, but it had seemed Ron's was worse.

"Hermione? Harry?"

The two were entwined under the table, it didn't look comfortable, but Hermione's hands were threaded into his hair, as his hands had wandered their way around her back. Thus it was a very compromising position you must understand.

"Ron? Look it isn't what it looks like…" Hermione said trying to get out under the table, but failed because...well Harry's legs were knotted around hers. THUD . She fell, and looked up to see no one else in the room, as Ron had ran out of the room, and Neville followed him.

Ron wasn't the strongest runner, and stopped not far from the room, gasping for breath.

"So was she your er… Girlfriend then ?" Neville slipped out of his mouth.

(A/N: thanks for reading, I didn't know what to write..REVIEW!)