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April Auction: sandman - Coins gained: 6
Insane #181: (theme) Risk-Taking
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Warnings: mentions of torture, war, nightmares, and depression ish
Rating: probably T
Word Count (excluding A/N): 321
Good Dreams in Dark Times
Neville knew that what he was doing could get him in major trouble.
Actually, forget major trouble. Between sneaking out of his dorm at night, using magic outside of class, and doing good deeds, he would probably be subject to the Cruciatus Curse. It might even been one of the students that he was trying to help that would be forced to use the Unforgivable on him.
But that didn't matter. He needed to do something, even if this was all he could do.
After ensuring that he was disillusioned, he slipped out of the Gryffindor common room and began his trek to the Ravenclaws. The work was simple: enter the dorms one by one, sprinkle a little powder over each bed, and ensure that no one catches him.
The dust was something of his own creation. It was a bit like a sleeping potion, one that rid the user of nightmares, but was a little more potent due to the plants that he used. He had seen similar things done in more than one of his Herbology books.
His actions didn't do much; the school wasn't rid of the Carrow twins or Headmaster Snape, nor was the war won. But, nightmares were banished, and good dreams were plenty.
One morning, he had heard a half-blood from Ravenclaw whispering about the legend of the Sandman. She had said that only he was powerful enough to bring good dreams in such dark times. And that was enough for Neville.
He had finished with the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw common rooms by midnight, and quickly set off towards the Slytherin common room, his hand on his wand. This was the Carrows' territory, and he hated to be anywhere near them.
He set his jaw, however, and marched onward, determined to give each and every student a reprieve from suffering—and he found that the Slytherins tended to have the worst nightmares out of everyone.