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17.
"Neville? NEVILLE! What's all this?" Great Uncle Algie half-yelled, entering Neville's bedroom and motioning to the filling suitcases on the bed.
Neville turned to look at Great Uncle Algie's confused face, thinking of what to say.
"Um, Uncle Algie, I can leave now." Neville said in a solid voice.
But Great Uncle Algie acted just as Neville predicted he would. That was going to make things harder to do.
Great Uncle Algie raised his arms, shouting for joy and hugging the stiff Neville around the shoulders.
"Why, that's great! Isn't it?" Great Uncle Algie asked cautiously, backing off after feeling how stiff and cumbersome Neville was acting.
Neville sighed, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately, and told Great Uncle Algie, his favorite uncle, that he was going after the Trio.
"Wait, do you know where they are?" asked Great Uncle Algie warily.
Neville stopped another sigh, "No, but I'm going to find them." He raised his head to look into Uncle Algie's dark, murky green eyes.
Great Uncle Algie was about to protest, but Neville whipped out his wand, "I'm sorry, but I can't have you telling anyone."
Great Uncle Algie's face, horrified, gasped as Neville shouted through the sudden lump in his throat,
"Obliviate!"
Neville grabbed his suitcase, his letters, called the front desk, and Apparated, tears streaming down his face at the sight of his closest family member dropping painstakingly to the floor, and the betrayed look that Neville knew would haunt him forever.
Obliviate is the Memory charm for you unloyal readers who don't already have this memorized, along with the books. Sorry this chapter is short, I've been working on my other stories. (which need reviews people)