CPOV

I arrived at the station the next day feeling sick. Tired. Just all around wrong. When I saw Neville I wanted to burst into tears. He was smiling and practically ran up to me pulling me into a huge hug. He held me close to him and stroked the back of my neck. Just feeling the warmth of him against my body made me happy.

"I missed you."

I didn't answer

"Did you have a good Christmas?"

Just nodded.

He stood back holding onto my shoulders with a worried expression on his face. "You ok?"

"I just. I don't feel well."

He lent down to kiss me but I pushed him away. He looked so hurt.

"If I have something catching, I don't want to infect you".

"I don't mind being infected."

I just gave him a small smile before working my way onto the train. This was going to be tough.

I spent the whole train ride in silence. Ron and Hermione had told us about what happened at the Weasleys with Bellatrix. As soon as her name was mentioned Neville latched onto my hand squeezing it tight. I held back as tightly as I could just to give him some Reassurance. I knew I had to tell him now instead of just leaving it. Then I thought about my aunt said.

Don't tell him.

No one knew so I probably could, but that was wrong. I couldn't keep this from him. "Neville when we get to school can I talk to you?"

"You can talk to me now.

"No. I mean. In private."

He gave me a small smile "Yeah sure."

When we got to school we went down to the lake, no one was there since they where all unpacking and talking bout the holidays. I stood there arms folded shuffling my feet. It was still cold out and I had left my coat in the common room.

I felt Neville's arms wrap around me from behind and he placed a gently kiss on the back of my neck.

"It was weird not being around you everyday."

"Yeah. I know what you mean."

He continued gently kissing my neck causing that funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Neville." He kept kissing but now he was working on my jaw, I was getting lost in it. Just the feel of him against me, his lips on me.

But I needed to stop this. I pulled myself away leaving him stood there rejected, hurt.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No Neville. You never do anything wrong ok. You're fine. Just perfect."

"Catherine?"

I looked up at him.

"What is it? You can tell me"

Tears had formed in my eyes and had started to roll down my cheeks. He lifted his hand up and brushed one of them away with his thumb.

"Cathy, what is it?"

I took a deep breath. "Was it Bellatrix Lestrange who tortured your parents?" I had to ask him. Maybe my aunt had been wrong. I hope she had.

He stared at me then let out a sad chuckle. "Was the squeeze that much of a give away?"

My world stopped. "I need to tell you something. About me."

He looked really worried now. "What is it?"

I thought I was going to be sick.

"Cathy please tell me." He was now standing in front of me gripping onto my arms.

"It's about my mother Neville" this caused his grip to loosen a little

"You've never mentioned her before."

"For good reason."

He kept looking at me.

"She's…" I could feel bile rising. That's what I was about to say. Bile. Venom. Pure evil.

"Bellatrix Neville. She's my mother."

He looked at me in disbelief, like it wasn't happening; I didn't want it to be either.

It was ages before he spoke. I was too afraid to. "No, that's not true." He said quietly.

I couldn't even bring myself to look at him. "I'm so sorry Neville."

He just stood there, while the silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

"She's your mother? But…" He was taking deep breaths; I thought he might pass out. "Please tell me it isn't true"

I had never felt more disgusted with myself. "I'm sorry."

Then he got angry which I had, of course, expected, but not like this.

"So what was all this?" I looked up at him standing there, fists clenched, his eyes full of hate.

"I don't…I don't understand"

"Were you just using me?" His voice was getting louder with each word, I could hear it trembling as he managed to spit out every word. "Was this some sick twisted game that you and Bellatrix thought up? Or where you just trying to get to Harry through me because if you were going after Ron would have been better, or you know lets fuck up all the Longbottoms! Try and make their son just like his parents!"

I couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. The fact he was even saying this to me. I knew he would be angry, No doubt there, but I never thought he would say anything like this.

It made it all a thousand times worse.

"Please don't tell me you're not serious."

His chest was heaving; I had never seen him like this.

"How can I not be? Like mother like daughter right?"

I reached out to him but he stepped away.

"NO! Don't touch me. Don't even come near me. I can't. I can't even look at you. Just please leave me alone."

"Nevil" but he cut me off before I could finish.

"You don't understand." He looked at the ground for a few seconds like he didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth a few times but swallowed back his words, until he finally said it in a low whisper. "You make me sick."

He stormed off not looking back, leaving me standing there.

Then I collapsed on the floor in tears.

Wow, I actually made Neville really harsh. Thanks to all the new people who added my story or me to there faves or subscription thing.