PART 4:
No one knows what to say to him.
Though they are all affected none of them are so intimate with the cause as he is.
Even Pansy Parkinson and her gang aren't taking the piss out of him.
Some people stare at him as if to wonder when he's going to snap and declare a personal war on everyone in the room.
The headlines in the Daily Prophet were clear as day.
'St. Mungo's On Fire In the Middle of London'
No survivors.
None what so ever.
Neville Longbottom is officially all alone.
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If anyone had ever bothered to see or even pay any attention to poor Longbottom they would have found it strange that he's not at all grieving the departure of his family and is instead watching the place where the Devil's Snare had been just the day before.
No instead he had to get rid of the Devil's Snare after he found that she had mated with his Mimbula after he foolishly let it sit near the other plant.
A mistake and now he has this weird thing that he knows next to nothing about.
He's not very willing to allow it to reach full maturity though he's not sure how to dispose of it.
After all a cross breed plant is always hard to dispose of it since every magical plant must be handled differently, with a Devil's Snare it is light, while a Mimbula thrives on light…
"Merlin, I really need to start paying attention to what I do…" Neville sighs out his words so that they are near illegible to the ear.
But no one needs to hear the words so it's OK.
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RON'S POV:
I don't know what to do.
I mean, why the fuck was he there!
Why the fuck was he in St. Mungo's when the entire family knows that he hates hospitals or anything that fully sterilized.
Ginny's in our Common Room crying out her eyes while Colin Creevey holds her.
Percy you fuckin' bastard!
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I know it is night time and I know I should go back and find Ginny and hug her.
Because that's what you do when you lose a family member. Even if said family member hasn't spoken to you for nearly 2 years or more.
It doesn't matter.
All that really matters is that he's gone and there's nothing that will bring him back.
Percy with his obnoxious horn rims. Percy with his strict eyes and firm voice that sounded to feminine for a man.
Percy with his closely cropped hair that would sometimes allow a curl to be let out.
Percy with his…
I don't want to cry.
Why should I cry?
He's the fuckface who was selfish enough to die!
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I'm sitting in the Quidditch field remembering the many times I stood in those stands to cheer on my best friend, and how many times I was never disappointed. Whether it be in victory that we won or whether it be in fear for my best friends well being.
I remember the first Quidditch match. The one where I broke my nose and Neville stood up to that prick Malfoy…
'Neville'...
Neville knows what I'm going through.
He knows that I shouldn't be pissed off at Harry or Percy for something they had no control over.
Yes, Neville knows what this feeling is.
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End of Ron's POV:
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Neville loves plants.
Everyone knows that.
However people don't seem to understand that when he's with his plants he doesn't like being bothered.
Not at all.
So really, Ron shouldn't look so upset just because Neville snapped at him to leave him the 'bloody fuck alone'.
He just likes to be alone with his plants.
Why doesn't anyone get that?
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When Neville gets back to the dorm right at curfew he finds that Ginny is sitting in the Common Room crying over her dead brother still.
Neville remembers reading something about that in the Daily Prophet this morning.
Now that he thinks about it he's suppose to feel some sort of despair, after all his grandmother and parents are both dead.
Yet as he stares at the red headed girl still sobbing out her sad story he finds he could care a bit more.
After all his parents have been dead to him since he was a small baby.
His Divination teacher in 3rd Year foretold that his grandmother was doomed to die soon anyways due to old age and sickness.
So as he lays his head down to sleep,
Why does he feel like he's hurting someone besides himself?
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