Neville

I rolled over in the dark and looked at the clock. It was half past three. I grumbled quietly to myself and sat up. With Dean, Harry, and Ron all gone, Seamus and I were very lonely these days, especially now that the war with You-Know-Who seemed to be a lost cause. More people were dying every day. There was no further news about Dean, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, or anyone else. I slipped into an useasy, fitful sleep and didn't wake again until morning.

I woke up to a sunny sky, bright light filling the dormitory. I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled to the doorway.

"Neville!" Seamus jumped up from a chair in front of the fire and ran up to me. He, too, was still in his pajamas.

"What is it, Seamus?" I asked. His eyes were wild with fear. He pointed to the notice board. I went up to it and read:

IMPORTANT NOTICE

All seventh years must report to the Dark Arts classroom for N.E.W.T. tests.

I looked back at Seamus. "So?" He gestured for me to read on.

All students will be tested by either Professor Amycus Carrow or Professor Alecto Carrow for all classes. Anyone who gets anything less than an "Outstanding" will be severely punished.

I looked back at Seamus again, my eyes wide. "I'm doomed," I wailed. "Doomed, Seamus! I can't get an O in anything!"

He looked at me. "Sorry, mate," he said, patting my shoulder sympathetically. I pushed him away gently. "That's it!" I stormed. "I will not pass this test, so why bother trying?" I stomped out of the common room, still wearing my pajamas. Seamus pulled on jeans and a sweater and followed hastily.

I had a plan hatching in my mind. I remembered how Harry had used the Room of Requirement in our fifth year to rebel against Umbridge and the Ministry. Why couldn't I do the same?

Luna

I clutched Dean's arm in fear as someone entered by means of Apparition. Once I could look, I saw that it was merely a house-elf. Nothing to be afraid of. Dobby had come to help us. I stared at him. he could get us out.

Apparently, Harry was thinking along the same lines I was. "Dobby," he whispered, "you can get us out of here, right?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, sir."

Harry looked like he was about to say something more, but Hermione's screams were becoming even more frantic, and there were footsteps coming close. Up above, they had heard Dobby come in and were coming to see what was going on.

The fat, stupid Death Eater--oh, most of them are like that, sorry. Let me try again.

The one called Peter Pettigrew advanced down the stairs towards us. His beady little eyes took in the orbs of light floating in midair, and the fact that no one was tied up. Before he could do anything, Harry jumped forward. What in Merlin's name was he doing?

"You owe me your life, Wormtail," he said. I arched an eyebrow. What was this all about? Then I gasped. Right before the astonished eyes of everyone in the room, including Pettigrew himself, Peter Pettigrew's silver hand was reaching for the throat of its master. Wormtail didn't seem to be able to stop it, and try as they might, Harry and Ron couldn't either. There was nothing we could do but watch helplessly as Wormtail strangled himself.

After a few minutes, Pettigrew was dead and Dobby was preparing to take us to Shell Cottage, where Bill Weasley and his wife Fleur lived. First he took Uncle, Griphook, Hermione, and me. I felt a strange compressing sensation and then, we were standing outside a little cottage by the sea.