Harry sat upon the wooden chair at dawn within the ethereally lit great hall of the Magic school of Hogwarts; the room was cool, not unlike that of a breeze on a winters day the cold air gently dancing with the passion of a newlywed couple at their wedding, the building was ancient built just shy of a thousand years from the birth of Christ.
No natural insulation had clearly been installed and a heating spell had yet to be cast upon the hall; the cool chill of the hall had all of a sudden been halted as one of the Hogwarts staff suddenly remembered to cast the important spell and a wave of warmth overcame the ancient candlelit room.
Just as Harry felt the sweeping relief of the warmth melting away the biting cold of a highland winter he saw Neville sit across from him at the table.
His mouth spoke no words but his eyes spoke that of loneliness and betrayal; the gloom of abandonment, as if nobody in the world cared about him for that instant, his seating at the table was so sudden that a bauble fell from his coat and rolled right in front of Harry. As Harry looked upon this bauble it took but a moment for this trinket to change its colour from a crystal clear to a clouded blood red.
Harry knew what this bauble was the moment it had changed its fine colour from the clearest of nights to the cloudiest of storms, tinged red for added urgency. The Remembrall
Harry knew the forgetful one was not Neville as the Baubles red mist called to him, screamed at him with thousand voices begging Harry to scour his memory for something of great importance that he needed to know now above all else.
What was it about this moment that cried of such monumental importance, was it the return of the one that shall not be named? Had his serpent of despair found its master once more? Was the very lives of all he held dear in imminent danger from an unspeakable darkness that wished for nothing more that the obliteration of the impure?
The Red cloudy bauble did not adjust its tint, in a way harry was relieved but the urgency of forgetfulness more dear in this moment than all right now, he could see the hurt soul of his friend from across the table and knew at this moment that something had to be said.
Wait…
This moment…
This Day!
Of course! This day of all days, July the 30th the day of which the stars had aligned perfectly in favour of creation of life, where the planets of mars and Venus had eclipsed each over shining down a brilliant godly light of bravery honour and most of all compassion in the love of the mighty gods; for on this special day of all days a child was born unto the moonlight shining brilliantly.
Today was the anniversary of the birth of Neville Longbottom
The Bauble gives its fatherly approval and seemingly nods as the red storm of forgetfulness fades away back into beautiful clearness.
"Happy Birthday Neville" Said Harry greeting his friend across the breakfast table
Neville's hanging head raised up as did his soul, a grateful smile spread across his face; for those he could trust, one of his true friends had remembered his birthday
"Thank you" He replied quietly with warmth in his heart as the two of them continued eating their breakfast.