Going Under

Disclaimer: Not mine. Angsty Neville Pansy.

Chap one

In the dark of the night

Sometimes you can run into the unexpected, knowing that its going to happen, but still trying to hide. You say it wont happen, but you know it will. And the thing that scares you most is that you want it to happen. But its wrong, and even more, there's no way to stop it from happening.

It was a Friday in September, and most of the Gryffindor seventh years had fallen asleep. All but one, who sat by the window staring dreamily off into space. He looked at a small twinkling star, and tried to pretend it was his mother, waving down at him and giving him courage. He pretended that his father was coming home from a long day at work, and his mother had a apple pie in the oven. He pretended his father was asking him all about his year at Hogwarts, and congratulating him on his only excelled subject. Herbology. But deep down inside, Neville knew this would never happen. His mother and father were laying on a bed in St. Mungo's, and they would never come out. Neville would grow up, and his Nan would pass on, and he'd graduate, and get married, and have is own family, and his parents would never be there. It wasn't their fault- They didn't ask to be insane. But Neville was secretly angry. Angry that they had left him with no warning, no money, no food… no goodbye. He could just barely remember his mother singing to him, and that was all. Nothing more. And most likely, he never would.

Neville put his knees up to his chest, and sighed. He was teased a lot because of his clumsiness. The laughter only made him more clumsy. The only thing he was good at was potting plants, and growing buckle-pods, or puckle-bods, or whatever they were called. And a skill like Herbology wasn't so useful in the real world- Wasn't so useful against Voldemort. And it sure didn't reel in the ladies. Neville sometimes wished that he was like Harry, having the girls swoon over him, and then he felt jealous because Harry wasn't in school this year, he was looking for the… Herkrockeys, or something. Then he felt exceptionally bad for being jealous, because Harry was supposed to face off against the dark lord. Then he felt sad because the dark lord was the reason his parents were insane.

He looked out onto the quidditch pitch, and saw a shadow. It immediately caught his curiosity, as it was joined by another shadow. He watched as the second shadow began to punch the first, and tried to pull it into the shadows. The first shadow fought back, and all the way from the tower Neville could hear its screaming and cries. It was a girl! But before he even had a chance to stand up the first shadow turn around and ran back to the castle. The second one chased her for a while, shooting sparks at her, and trying to pull her to the ground, but eventually gave up. The first shadow got back to the castle, and swiftly walked inside.

Neville wanted to run down and see who it was, but he had no invisibility cloak like Harry, and he wasn't very quiet, so he wasn't going to risk it. He just hoped that whomever it was would be alright.

As soon as she entered the school she collapsed onto the floor. She put her wand to her arm, where a huge purple bruise was forming, and said;

"Rep Paradox Mimos." A fleshy colour of a paint like substance formed on her arm, and covered the bruise. She did the same to her left eye, which had a big black patch, and her cheek on the right side near her cheek bone, which had gone a pinky-grey color. She then snuck into the Slytherin commonroom, and up to the girl's dormitory, where she took off her shirt. On the upper part of her back there was a blackish-purplish mark. She winced when she touched it. It had been where the sparks from Draco's wand hit her.

"Rep Paradox Mimos." Absolutely nothing happened. Obviously it didn't help burns. On the other side of the room, a girl named Sara Miller was sleeping peacefully. Everyone knew he father hit her, so she always had some bruise and burn balms in her cubby. She snuck over, and opened the little door with the flick of her wand. She accio-ed some burn balm, and before shutting the door, accio-ed some galleon's too. Hey, she was a Slytherin, okay?

Creeping back to her bed, she applied some of the balm onto her back, and climbed into bed. In the field, which she could see from her window, which she could see out of from her bed, she saw that Draco was gone. The slimy git.

End chap one

Chap two

Neville looked down at his timetable and groaned. Double potions with the Slytherin's first thing! And that wasn't all, after that he had Care of Magical creatures (which he didn't mind), Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall (She was always harping on him for something!) Then lunch, then, finally, his favorite class, Herbology, with the Slytherins again!

On his way to breakfast, Neville pondered about last night, and who was on the field. If some guy was hurting a girl should he tell someone? Was it even real, had it been a dream? He couldn't make up his mind. If it was just some weird dream then he would feel very stupid, but if it had actually happened, he needed to tell someone before this went any further. He looked down at his toast and realized he wasn't really hungry.

In fact, he was the only Gryffindor seventh year boy, but sixth year boys who were really good at their classes were moved into the seventh years dorms, and were considered seventh years since they now took the classes.

"Hi Neville," Colin, who to everyone's disbelief stayed at the school, said. He snapped a picture of Neville looking from his cereal up, in a confused way. Colin, who was actually really great in Charms and Potions, was one of the boys who now stayed in the seventh years dorms.

"Hi Neville, Colin," Said Ginny, looking awfully hollow. She had been like that for a while, empty. Like an empty shell. Neville never saw her cry, but everyone else said she did in the girls dorms at night. She had been turned into a seventh year, too. She bore scars all over her body, on her arms and legs, from who knows what. Neville didn't want to know.

"Ginny, Colin," Neville said in greeting, as Colin snapped a picture of Ginny. Ginny sighed, and ignored her toast.

"What's on you're schedule, Neville?" She asked, her eyes blank.

"Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfig., and Herbology. My first and last are with the Slytherins. And potions is double with them!" Ginny patted him on the back.

"I've got Potions first thing, too, but then I have muggle studies, Charms, Care of Magical creatures, and History of Magic. What about you, Colin?"

"Me?" Colin squeaked, rubbing his camera, "I've got… um… lets see…" He reached into his bag and there were a couple of clinking noises before he pulled out a little crumbled piece of paper.

"Divination, Arithmancy, Transfiguration, Care of Magical creatures, and then Herbology. So Neville I'm with you for Transfig., and Herbology, and Ginny I'm with you for Care of Magical creatures."

"Cool," Ginny said quietly, and glanced up at the clock as if wondering how long it would be until the day ended. Neville glanced at Colin, and they shared a worried look. At lot of people worried about Ginny nowadays since Harry and her breakup.

"Ugh, look," Colin said, "Here comes Mr. Slytherin Prince, and his thugs- and his Barbie doll girlfriend, too."

"Whats a Barbie doll?" Ginny and Neville asked in confusion.

"Um… well… Its this thing.. that muggle girls play with. Boys sometimes, too, but mostly girls… Um… when you call someone a Barbie you are calling them preppy, slutty, and completely fake."

"Oh, you mean Pansy," Ginny said, smiling awkwardly. Colin nodded. All three swiveled their heads to look in the direction of the Slytherin table where Draco was leading his cronies.

First came Draco, with Crabbe and Goyle following beside each other a couple of meters behind. Millicent Bullstrode and a hairy girl who looked like a female version of Goyle were hanging onto Crabbe and Goyle's arms, looking proud and… flubbery? The thin whispy blonde girl Sara was hanging off Blaise's arm, Blaise was on Draco's left side, and Pansy was Holding Draco's hand on his right side. Everything went wrong in a matter of seconds. Blaise took something out of his cloak, which turned out to be a big black spider he was using for a Potions experiment. Pansy, who was deathly arachnophobic, screamed in sheer terror. Neville's head snapped to her. That scream sounded awfully familiar- Suddenly it all fit. The scream… It was the same scream he had heard last night! Did that mean that it had been Pansy on the field, or someone else who sounded a lot like her? If it was her, then who was it beating on her? Neville's eyes trailed to Draco, who was hissing something into Pansy's ear. She looked very afraid. She shook her head, and pointed to the spider, trembling. Draco grabbed her fist, and bent it backwards. Pansy began to cry. Draco slapped her face and whispered something that made her shake her head. She wiped her tears, and they carried on. No one else seemed to notice this 'friendly exchange'. Soon it was time for Potions, which just happened to include Pansy Parkinson.

Pansy followed Draco all the way to the dungeons. He held on a bit too tightly to her wrist. He had been so angry when she made a fuss about the spider. What was the big deal? So she was afraid of somethingl. He had told her something about his reputation, and a threat about him dumping her. She couldn't have that- What would happen to her then? The only thing protecting her from everyone else was Draco. If they split up, who knew what would dare to hurt her? She slumped down into a desk and rubbed her cheek. It hurt- a lot. She knew there would be a big red mark, and she couldn't deal with the questions like last time. Last time Draco had gotten so mad when everyone suspected him. She needed to cover it up. What was that spell, again? Oh, yeah…

Neville plopped a tail of newt into his cauldron, and stirred it clockwise. Wait, which one was clockwise? He looked desperately around the room, and came to the conclusion that he should just not stir it at all, so he added one of his hairs, as he saw Crabbe doing, and then began to slice up one of the little wiggling roots in front of him. The thought of Pansy and Draco, and what he had seen last night and this morning plagued his mind. If his theory was correct, why were there no bruises or marks on Pansy? It didn't make any sense. He sniffed the potion, which was supposed to smell like Lilies, but smelt like Goyle's gym socks after a long run. Beside him, he saw a Slytherin girl, Sara, 's perfume. It said 'Vanilla Lily'. Neville smiled to himself, and looked to the front of the room. Slughorn wasn't watching. He quickly grabbed the bottle, and sprayed it over his potion. Sara cried;

"Hey-" But had no time to go any farther, because Neville's potion blew up. A jet of grey steam spat onto his face, and the people around him, including Pansy.

A/N, Like it? I can add more…