Author's Note: So sorry for this awful delay on chapters, but here is the wonderful and belated Chapter 12. I haven't had a ton of time, so thats why it's so late. It kinda sucks, but it delves into Farrell and Tom's relationship just a tad.
Chapter Twelve: Don't Know Why
Farrell stood outside of the door for a few moment fire searing through him, he turned, but Tom had left the kitchen. He just slumped to the ground, smacking his head against the door lightly out of anger as tears streamed out of his eyes, he cupped his hands to his face.
Someone was flying overhead whistling happily as they swooped down for a landing, it was Neville, who had improved his flying since school times. He blinked at the sobbing Farrell, walking towards him and leaning down to comfort him and see what was wrong. Farrell was practically choking on his tears as he looked up at Neville with water stung eyes.
"Oh, hi Neville..." Farrel said, trying his damnedest to choke back his tears.
"Are you okay, Farrell, mate?" Neville's face contorted with extreme concern.
"Have you ever had to give up on love..... due to personal differences, yet whenever you see that person you feel like your heart.... sinks and bleeds?" Farrell asked, choking back tears, but anger seeped into his tone.
"Well...." Neville paused, not knowing exactly what to say to this, having never experienced love, since he was such an outcast.
Farrell looked eye at Neville, his tears slowing, seeing that Neville had no experience in the field. He cocked his red and tear stained face to the side. He swiped the wet drops from his face, looking at Neville's concerned face.
"You've never had love, have you, mate?" Farrell asked cautiously.
"No, can't say I have..." Neville's attitude grew sullen and seeming melancholy.
"I never really knew you when I was at Hogwarts... I feel bad for that, you're a wonderful guy.." The tears were slowly stopping, though he knew they could begin again unless he got his mind off of Tom till he talked to him again.
"Eh, it's nothing, mate, we know each other now... I was dolt in school, not much of a guy anyways..." Neville stated casually, a strict knowledge of himself was noted in this.
"Goddess, I miss Hogwarts... I almost miss the Prophet, but I really couldn't stand the negativity the put on Harry..." Farrell said in a reminiscent voice.
"You worked for the Prophet?" Neville thought aloud, it must has slipped his mind.
"Yeah, I wanted to be a journalist, but I figured the crap about Harry would have stopped by the time we graduated, I was wrong... You had to be anti- Harry or you weren't a Prophet-supporter..." Farrell's tone seemed irritated even saying such details.
"That's so ridiculous, I can't stand the Prophet anymore..." Neville huffed.
There was a knock on the screen door they'd been leaning on. Neville turned and looked up, it was Harry and he looked like he wanted to join them. Neville moved, allowing Harry to come outside. Harry knelt down, seeing Farrell reddened face, with it's deep tear stains.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked curiously.
"Yeah, I just had a little breakdown..." Farrell said seeming empty.
"About Tom?" Harry asked cautiously, hoping not to strike a nerve.
Farrell nodded, trying to keep the tear from coming back, having absolutely no desire to burst out in tears again. Especially not in front of Neville again, who had just helped and comforted him. He stood up, helping the others up and they headed into the kitchen.