never regret courage
(a neville story)
"Don't turn yourself in."
Harry nods curtly.
He watched Harry leave, turning a corner and disappearing from sight.
Harry Potter, who he once admired from below, in a frightened sort of way. Harry Potter, who, famed as he is, found him is courage and talked him to like an equal.
(Where is he off to, anyway?)
He tells naught of surrender or turning himself in, yet there is something – some sort of glimmer or flame – that has gone from his emerald-green eyes, like it… extinguished itself.
(It is the Gryffindor light.)
It suddenly dawns upon Neville.
(It's gone.)
But he had not recognised any sort of defeat in his eyes.
Neville leaned toward the body, unsure of whom it might be. Greyback had twisted the face as he had done to many others – it was mangled, with blood, froth, and mud. The legs and arms of the person hung limp – it was broken and pointed at odd angles.
All he could see was one beautiful gray eye beneath the mess of hair- glassy, blank.
"Neville."
Harry's approach startles Neville, he jumps. "Blimey, Harry, you nearly gave me heart failure!"
He sees the serious look in Harry's face.
"Where are you going, alone?" he asks suspiciously.
"It's all part of the plan," replies Harry. "There's something I've got to do. Listen – Neville-"
"Harry! Harry, you're not thinking of handing yourself over?" Neville is suddenly scared – this is a matter between life and death –
"No," he replies. "'Course not… this is something else. But I might be out of sight for a while. You know Voldemort's snake, Neville? He's got a huge snake… calls it Nagini…"
"I've heard, yeah... What about it?"
"It's got to be killed, Neville."
Looking back, he realises how easily he let Harry go…
(Why didn't he stop him?)
He doesn't know.
Xx
He sees the body, in midst of a puddle of Rubeus Hagrid's tears. It is more twisted, more bitter and warped then the last body, yet it is unblemished – as if he could merely be sleeping. There is only the scar that glows red on his face.
He hears cries of agony – from Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Minerva.
(Why didn't he stop him?)
The last he can do is fight until the end.
For Harry. For Fred. For Remus, Tonks, Colin, everyone. For his parents.
For himself.
(Mission complete.)
Merry Christmas, Katy:)
This is written in a different style, with a past tense in between, so please tell me if I made any mistakes :O
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