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Chapter 2: The surprising event
'What shall we do with Neville Longbottom, my thankful Lord?' asked Voldemort's most loyal, Bellatrix, triumphantly.
'I admire your desperation, Bellatrix, but I am determined to let each and every one of those in contact with Neville Long bottom that he has been defeated, by I, their most powerful, Lord Voldemort,' Voldemort continued, 'they are destined to understand I am their leader, in such way of defeating their only hope, the boy who lived. They are destined to understand he was no match, and that he surrendered to his knees, understanding the consequences of continuing a battle that was lost exceedingly.'
'Good idea, my Lord' a bright voice rang, although an unknown, heavily-scarred face was shown.
'Indeed it is, Cynstan.'
A sad Hagrid was sobbing ever since Neville hit the hard, cold floor. The only thing stopping Hagrid from breaking every inch of bone in each Death Eaters body was the fact he was tied by the neck, hands, and feet down.
'Hagrid, my old friend, I daresay those are tears of joy in a matter of success. I have been expecting a positive attitude from you now that Neville Longbottom has died. Neville shuttered at the braveness in Hagrid's powerful beaming voice.
''M gonna kill e'ryone o your little friends, 'en finish you in the end yeh git.'
'I wonder how you're going to do that without using magic. Haven't you forgotten? I daresay you were expelled from Hogwarts in your second year,' Voldemort said, grudgingly. 'Now, pick up the boy and follow me towards the castle, we have an important addressing.'
With this being said, the poor Hagrid walked over to Neville, cradled him in his enormous sized arms, and followed in lead behind the murderer of the boy Hagrid was carrying.
At last, they reached their destination. Neville could feel the area they stopped in. He could hear the people he loved. He could picture them clearly in his mind. At last, a familiar voice rung, it was the voice of Harry Potter.
'I'd like to say something. Doesn't matter that Neville's gone. People die every day – friends…family. Yeah, we lost Neville tonight, but he's still with us, in here. So is Fred, Remus, Tonks, Lupin - all of them. They didn't die in vain, but you will! Because you're wrong! Neville's heart did beat, for all of us! It's not over! Suddenly, Neville fell out of Hagrid's arms, whipped out his wand, and was ready.