Neville heard the scream. Swearing he tore into a run, not caring when he knocked a suit of armour over in his hurry. McGonagall was not far behind him as she transformed into her cat form to keep up with him.
He halted at a junction in the corridor, glancing around anxiously, he didn't know which direction it had come from.
McGonagall didn't hesitate though as she sprinted to the right, Neville followed, out of breath before he stopped abruptly.
He froze as his eyes locked onto what was very distinctly a blood soaked Harry and an unconscious Malfoy. Neville felt the wind leave his lungs as his eyes scanned over Harry, it wasn't his blood.
Neville didn't know whether to feel relieved or not as he approached.
Harry was deadly pale from where he knelt down on the ground, his hands shook and his eyes never let Malfoy's wound as he weakly pressed his hands down as this was the only way he could stop the blood flowing.
McGonagall wasted no time as transformed and rushed forwards. Harry hadn't moved from his spot on the ground, but she pulled him firmly away waving her wand at once.
Neville could only watch his stomach twisting uncomfortably, Harry was almost like a statue, frozen in place, he couldn't tare his eyes off Malfoy.
She worked quickly, as she attended to him. She only stopped briefly as she summoned her cat Patronus which leapt out of her wand and rushed away before Neville could even blink. She had most likely alerted Madam Pomfrey.
Neville stared down at Malfoy, and felt sick immediately, there was barely any blond hair showing, it had all been stained with thick blood. No wonder Harry was soaked in it.
Neville moved forwards slowly so he wouldn't startle Harry, he only pulled him gently and guided him up so that he was standing and not kneeling on the floor in the pool of blood.
McGonagall had done all she could it seemed as she stood and turned to them both her expression grim.
"I have alerted Madam Pomfrey" She spoke, he own voice shaking. "He has lost a lot of blood" She stopped speaking and Neville felt sick, McGonagall was scared. She didn't know if Malfoy would make it, you could see the fear in her eyes.
"He knows" They both turned alarmed to look at Harry, he looked terrified.
Neville felt terror consume him, they all knew who Harry was referring to. Voldemort, Voldemort knew.
"What? How does he know?" He felt himself asking automatically, this was bad. However Harry didn't respond, he swayed dangerously on his feet and Neville moved to support him. He felt cold as Neville could feeling him shaking uncontrollably.
Professor McGonagall spoke quickly and clearly, making sure Harry would respond.
"Is he coming?" She asked.
Harry's eyes drifted across to her as if even that was a struggle. He should his head only slightly as he managed. "I don't think so, but Snape probably is"
McGonagall turned to him now, her gaze deadly serious.
"Take Harry to my office now" She instructed. Neville nodded, this was a no questions asked situation.
"And then, return to your dormitory immediately" McGonagall instructed as she waved her wand and Malfoy hovered onto a stretcher. "I will deal with Snape, but do not linger. Do you understand?"
Neville wanted to argue, he wanted to stay with Harry but she turned in him and said sternly. "Now"
Neville nodded, swallowing thickly as he gripped Harry gently on the arm. Harry let himself be pulled along, his eyes still wide in complete horror as if he really wasn't completely aware.
He stared anxiously over his shoulder. Blood was still flowing down the Slytherins head, staining his blond hair a sickly colour. McGonagall couldn't guarantee he would pull through. Harry looked okay, if only shaky and pale. Blood still stained his hands but Harry didn't seem to notice.
"What happened?" Neville asked as he continued to guide Harry to McGonagall's office. But Harry shook his head and whispered. "Crabbe and Goyle"
Neville almost stopped walking as he stared at Harry alarmed. Malfoy had been hurt defending Harry, and now they didn't know if he would survive the night.
They moved slowly as Harry seemed to be struggling.
"Are you okay?" Neville asked worried as he kept his grip tightly on him.
Harry shook his head and mumbled something that sounded like "Scar"
Neville hoped Harry was right and that Voldemort wasn't coming to the castle, he didn't think Harry would be able to cope.
As he was approaching McGonagall's office Professor Sprout and Flitwick appeared, she had obviously called them.
"We'll take it from here Mr Longbottom" Professor Sprout instructed gently as she placed a hand on Neville's shoulder. Neville let go of Harry, he didn't want to leave him in this state, but he didn't think Harry would barely be aware of him. He nodded in understanding, this was starting to get way above him.
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Ginny ran forwards hurriedly as Professor McGonagall entered the common room, they had had no news for hours. Neville had returned and had only told them that Malfoy was in a critical condition in the hospital wing, before proceeding to walk up to his dormitory and lock the door without a word. Seamus had tried going up and speaking to him but Neville had refused to see him. It was late but it seemed the whole house had stayed up, theories running around like mad. Harry had not returned. She wasn't the only one as Gryffindor's crowded around their head of house.
"Where's Harry?" Seamus was the first to ask, concerned apparent.
Ginny faltered as she realised how hard and cold McGonagall's expression was.
"Safe" She said firmly, her lips were white, and several people distinctly took a step back from their Professor, Ginny had never seen her this angry before.
"I have never been so disappointed in Gryffindor house in all my years" Her sharp gaze scanned everyone in the room.
"I would have expected so much more from my own house" She continued as Ginny felt her heart plummet. What had happened.
McGonagall continued furiously, her eyes piercing.
"To those of you who are completely oblivious to the obvious, Potter was imprisoned for the past few months by Voldemort" No one spoke, a horrible silence had been cast over them all, Ginny was beginning to feel a horrible lump form in her throat.
"And to those of you are even more ignorant the school is under his rule and Potter is only here at Voldemort's decision." Ginny felt shame flood through her, she shouldn't have lost her temper so quickly. This was all her fault. Harry wouldn't have left otherwise.
Her stern gaze held them all silent "I had expected you to stand together, to look out for one of your own, but instead I find you shunning Potter"
"He's been with You Know Who" Someone Ginny didn't see snapped from the crowd. "How can we trust him?"
McGonagall's eyes darkened considerably "Potter was put through a horrendous ordeal, and I am disgusted at the ignorance of everyone." She replied coldly.
"I am removing every point Gryffindor has" She started.
"Professor!" Several people exclaimed but she continued.
"Mr Malfoy very nearly died tonight" She informed them all. "It was only because Mr Longbottom's actions that he is still here with us" She stated. Ginny felt herself go completely hollow.
No one spoke, they were all in complete shock. "Mr Potter is imprisoned at Hogwarts" She repeated "I had expected him to be able to recover with the support of his house. But you have only made things worse. We are at war and you have all shown your naiveness" She said furiously. Ginny knew McGonagall was treating them as one because she was right. Gryffindor house should have been a shinning light for Harry, a place he could call home again. She felt so terrible as McGonagall continued.
"Gryffindor house will not gain a single point until you prove that you are worthy of being called Gryffindor's." There was complete silence.
"No one is allowed outside their dormitory this weekend" She concluded at last. "The exception is for meal times"
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Neville had ignored everyone all weekend. He had barely left his own room, even to eat. He had avoided speaking to anyone, he was just so angry. Harry had yet to return and he was beginning to get really worried. McGonagall had only visited the common room once and that was on Saturday morning to tell them that Malfoy was going to live. As she had instructed the whole of Gryffindor house was being punished. Some students had been complaining loudly about it all weekend, furious that they were being blamed. Neville didn't even care, McGonagall was as frustrated as he was with his house mates, just fortunately she had some authority to kick home what was happening at Hogwarts.
Seamus had hardly tried speaking to him, he had kept himself downstairs in the common room locked in discussions with Ginny, Pavati and Lavender. Neville knew they felt guilty about Friday's events but that didn't mean they could instantly make things right, whatever they were thinking. They had already done too much damage.
Neville also knew that Voldemort was aware to some extent of the situation and he hated being kept out in the dark, he just wanted to know if Harry was still in the castle.
So it was with a huge relief when the messy haired teen appeared on Sunday night.
Neville didn't even care when Harry completely ignored him and moved over to his own bed, all that mattered was that he was back.
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Something was wrong. Harry's eyes flickered open, darting around anxiously as he sat up in his bed.
His scar was burning fiercely. Neville was stirring but Harry didn't hang about, clutching his head he crept across the room and into the bathroom.
He tried to clear his mind as he showered hurriedly but the presence was bearing down on him. Twice he staggered as his vision blurred, but he remained in his own mind. He had forgotten how intense Voldemort's presence had been when he was close, and now he was in the castle it terrified him. He knew it was because of the other night when the Slytherin's had attached him.
Neville was sitting on his bed as Harry left the bathroom.
"Morning" Neville said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, but something stopped Harry from replying.
He felt so exhausted, he couldn't even open his mouth to reply, it felt as if Voldemort would possess him if he dropped his focus. Turning quickly Harry left the dormitory without looking back.
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Neville was walking down to breakfast lost in thought. He had hardly spoken to the others all weekend, keeping himself distinctly away from anyone who was even slightly related to the DA. He just couldn't deal with them right now. He had been pleased to see Harry back in the dormitory this morning at least, he was anxious that Harry would not return to them. He continued walking silently when he felt someone grab him on the shoulder and pull him round angrily.
He was startled as gazed at a very battered Draco Malfoy. He had thick bandages wrapped around his head and he looked unsteady on his own feet. His normally smooth hair was sticking up between the bandages.
"How stupid do you have to be?" Malfoy hissed at him, his eyes flashing dangerously, wand in his hand.
Neville stared back confused. "What are you on about?" He retorted. He was glad the Slytherin was out of the hospital wing at least.
"I'm on about letting Potter wonder around on his own" Malfoy snapped furiously, sparks flew out of his wand.
Neville answered angrily now. "It's not our fault if you Slytherin's go around attacking people" He hissed.
Malfoy looked ready to throttle him but he responded as if Neville hadn't even spoken.
"Do I have to do everything for you?" Malfoy said angrily. "Why the hell aren't you Gryffindor's watching Potter constantly?" He demanded.
"Constantly?" Neville asked confused, he had a horrible feeling he's missed something crucial. He knew Harry needed an eye kept on him but did he really need someone to be watching his every movement. "Why?" Neville enquired frowning.
"He's defenceless and mentally unstable, what more reason do you need?" Malfoy stressed furious. "Or have you really not noticed he's messed up?" He added sarcastically.
"I've noticed he's struggling" Neville answered carefully.
"What do you think the dark lord was doing to him?" Malfoy asked, his expression cold. "Do you really need me to spell it out for you?" He demanded. "Use your imagination."
Neville swallowed uncomfortable, even though he knew Harry had been through a lot, he really had no idea what his friend had been subjected to. Harry never spoke about it and Neville didn't ask. None of them did, it was if Harry's true torment had been completely glossed over. No one wanted to think about what had truly happened, no one had even contemplated what really had happened to him.
Malfoy knew exactly what had happened, down to every last detail.
"Do you want to know why the dark lord sent him to Hogwarts?" Malfoy continued snapping, clear frustrated at Neville's lack of response. Neville felt his chest tighten as he shook his head slowly, he had a horrible feeling Malfoy was making a very distinctive point here.
"It's because Potter tried to kill himself." Malfoy said coldly and plainly.
Neville felt everything freeze as he shook his head in disbelief. "You're lying" He barely managed to say. Harry couldn't, surely he wouldn't.
"Do I look like I'm lying?" Malfoy demanded, gesturing with his hands wildly. Malfoy barely acknowledged his own discomfort as he swayed on his feet.
"The point is, Potter is barely managing to hold himself together and you Gryffindor's are being completely useless at looking after your own." Malfoy hissed.
Neville knew this. McGonagall had already made that clear enough.
"So you're saying that we should always keep at eye on Harry?" Neville summed up warily. Was Harry really as bad as Malfoy was suggesting, although the information that he had tried to kill himself was disturbing, Harry had been making improvements despite everyone else's reactions.
Malfoy had stepped back now as he locked his gaze coldly on Neville's
"Just don't let him out of your sight at all today" Malfoy said at last. Neville frowned, to specifically say today was off after what Malfoy had just explained.
"Why today?" He questioned, anxious to hear.
Malfoy only gave a very cold smile. "The Dark Lord is in the castle"
Neville felt himself go completely still and hollow.
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The Great hall was mostly empty with only a few students dotted about. Harry choose a seat furthest away from the entrance as he glanced back, he was afraid. There was no where to run. He remembered what McGonagall had said to him, about changing the parameter of the band around his arm, it was tempting to flee to Hogsmede, he needed to get away, maybe he could just for the day, but McGonagall wasn't present in the hall. Harry doubted he could concentrate long enough to be able to find her.
His bowl was still empty by the time the Great hall began filling up, Neville was the first of his friends down.
This time however he sat down silently opposite Harry, he didn't fill up his bowl either. Harry couldn't bring himself to look up.
"Are you okay?" Neville's voice was full of concern, however this time Harry shook his head, it was all he could manage.
Neville continued to remain silent for a short while as the hall began to fill up with the babble of students talking.
"Want to skip class?" Neville suggested, Harry desperately did but he didn't want to face the consequences, not today. He shook his head again as his scar flared up so violently he felt like he was going to pass out.
"Harry?" Neville stood up, he too looked towards the entrance "Do you want to go to the hospital wing?" He sounded uneasy. Harry could once again only shake his head, he couldn't speak. Neville was watching him carefully, but he didn't care, he was just too tired.
It seemed like Neville was trying to think of something comforting to say, but his eyes gave him away, Neville looked terrified and Harry was too preoccupied to think why.
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They entered Defence class. Harry felt so sick as he moved to the back, ignoring everyone. If he just made it through today then he could be okay. He tried to just hold himself steady, completely ignoring Amycus as he stopped right in front of his desk, not even aware that class was well in session.
Harry couldn't even bring himself to look up. He was too tired, too busy trying to stay in his own mind.
"I asked you to demonstrate Mr Potter" Amycus directed coldly.
Harry barely heard him, he shook his head unable to look up as he continued. "The crucartus curse now Potter" He demanded.
Harry felt so numb as he failed to move. Amycus seemed to change tact as he continued.
"Such a shame" Amycus smiled cruelly "Specially today" He held his wand lightly as he spoke threateningly to Harry "I wouldn't want to report you"
Harry shut his eyes, blocking out the stares of his class mates. He didn't need this, he couldn't do this.
Amycus was getting impatient, as he placed his own wand on Harry's desk.
Amycus only spoke coldly, not looking round to the rest of the students "Longbottom, to the front now" Harry didn't take his eyes off his desk, as they locked onto the wand as he heard Neville move at his instruction.
"Now Potter" Amycus gestured towards the wand lying out in front of Harry to take. "Let's try this again." He threatened.
Harry barely managed to look up, he was afraid, why did Voldemort have to be in the castle today. Neville locked eyes with Harry as he stood at the front of the classroom, he only jerked his head in a nod.
Harry didn't know what made him stand and take the wand, it was like he was semi conscious as he stepped to the front of the room, peoples faces were blurring. He couldn't do this, he couldn't cope.
Let me, let me help
Harry felt the voice more then heard it, it was comforting. He relaxed, almost on instinct as his body seemed to give up, all his anxieties and all the concerns of Voldemort washed away. Completely unaware of what his body was doing as his head tilted and his arm raised.
"Crucio"
Everything was muffled, he didn't hear the screams flood the room, his eyes were misty as Neville's body writhed around on the floor.
Harry stared in horror at Neville collapsed on the floor, his body was curled as he struggled to pull himself up. There was complete silence and it burned Harry's ears. He couldn't move, he didn't understand, the wand fell to the floor with a clatter.
Neville pulled himself up as Harry barely managed to hold himself upright, Voldemort's presence felt as consuming as it always did as he struggled to stay in his own head, his vision blurring. It was like he was back in the manor again, defenceless, slipping into Voldemort's mind without any control. Harry was so drained he almost collapsed on the floor then and there.
Neville had turned towards Harry after he'd managed to stand. But Harry couldn't look, he turned and fled before anyone could stop it. He failed to miss the weak smile of comfort Neville gave him.
He had no freedom, even here at Hogwarts, Voldemort was consuming him.
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"Harry" A voice started.
Harry turned around to make a nasty comment, fed up of the stares and whispers that have been following him all day. He had desperately wanted to skip classes and hide up in the dormitory but he had forced himself on. Voldemort was still in the castle and it was only now Harry was back in the dormitory. He froze instinctively as he saw who it was. Neville was standing among the Gryffindor's, Harry looked down suddenly ashamed and made to move away but Neville's voice stopped him.
"Harry"
Harry didn't respond, he didn't move. He didn't want all these people around and it seemed Neville was thinking the same.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked quietly
Other Gryffindor's murmured as if this was a bad idea as Neville gestured to move to the dormitory, Harry felt like he couldn't refuse. He owed him big time.
"Has he gone?" Harry jerked his head up confused at Neville's first question, he had expected him to be angry to demand an explanation. The fact that he was sounding concerned for him only made him annoyed. He only shook his head slightly in response, Voldemort was still close. Harry also knew that before the end of the day was out he would have to go and see him.
He just felt so tired, he wanted to do anything but face Voldemort right now, he didn't think he would be able to cope. Instead he focused on his initial problem.
"You should hate me" Harry hissed, he really just wanted to be alone but he owed Neville more than that. "Like everyone else" he added as he made to move past Neville.
Neville jerked out his hand catching Harry on the arm and pulling him round "I don't blame you" He said firmly, his eyes staring at him with sincerity.
Harry stared hard at Neville before jerking his arm away and moving across to his bed, he kicked it in frustration "You should" He hissed out bitterly.
Neville was still standing in the doorway. He sounded angry now as he snapped.
"It wasn't your fault"
"It's as good as" Harry bit back bluntly.
Neville frowned "Stop blaming yourself"
Harry looked up sharply but he found he couldn't deny it. He knew he was being stupid, he was pushing away one of the few people who still stood by him. He needed Neville right now, he didn't think he would have survived Hogwarts without him.
They remained in an awkward silence before Harry could only look down ashamed before he opened his mouth and admitted to Neville something he had never spoken about before. "I couldn't fight him" He muttered. It was frustrating, after all this time away from Voldemort and he still had such a tight control over him.
"What do you mean?" Neville asked anxiously, his expression concerned.
Harry looked down. Neville deserved the truth, Harry had attacked him, he at least needed to understand why.
"Voldemort can possess me" Harry said quietly, unable to keep his eyes level as he looked down.
Neville was horrified, so he was glad he wasn't looking at his friend, it would only make things worse. He barely was keeping himself standing, talking to him, he wanted to run. He didn't want to deal with anything any more.
"He's been doing that all this time?" Neville asked quietly "Possessing you" He confirmed.
Harry could only nod, blankly staring down.
"I..." Neville seemed to struggle with his words as Harry remained rooted to the spot. "Was it him that...that...hurt me earlier?" He asked hesitantly.
Harry shook his head, he couldn't look up. "I don't know what happened" Harry said, his own fear building in his voice. He didn't understand what had happened. Normally whenever Voldemort possessed him he would fall into the Dark Lords own head in return, or he would suffer from such agony in his scar. This had been different and it chilled him to the bone. He didn't understand what had happened. He had been in the classroom, he had barely been able to focus and something had caused him to act.
"I don't know what's wrong with me" Harry barely managed to say, his own voice shaking.
Neville crossed the room towards him. Harry couldn't help it, he flinched back automatically. Neville paused and he knew he was surveying him carefully.
"It's okay Harry" He offered.
"It's not okay" Harry snapped back, moving abruptly away from Neville angry. He couldn't help it, he couldn't control his own emotions, he was terrified, he just wanted Voldemort to leave him in peace.
Neville was silent now which only made Harry more frustrated. It just confirmed his own thoughts.
"Harry..." Neville started.
Harry could tell he was immediately anxious, as if he was nervous of continuing. Harry didn't say anything, he only waited silently, watching him with warily.
Neville seemed to find his voice.
"Malfoy said you tried to kill yourself" Neville said and Harry couldn't help it as his gaze flicked up to his. Strangely he didn't feel afraid, or ashamed. He hadn't told anyone about the incident, but of course Malfoy would know. No doubt his father had told him. He stood staring at Neville, almost ready to leave then and there. He watched silently, not saying a word. He didn't have to justify anything and he certainly wasn't going to to Neville. It was his own decision regardless of anyone else, who could have asked him to go on.
"It was to escape" Here Harry couldn't help but blink completely caught off guard as Neville added "Wasn't it?"
Harry froze, all anger almost immediately dissipating at once as he stared. Finally someone got it. He remained silent, Harry really hadn't expected Neville to understand, not even close. Harry had expected him to be furious with him, to demand why he had tried to throw his life away, as if it was worthless.
Harry nodded, not knowing what to think, he really was thrown by this as he struggled to comprehend his own thoughts.
"And that's why Voldemort sent you to Hogwarts, because he wants you alive?" Neville finished, still watching him carefully.
Again Harry could only nod, surprised by his intuitive questions, he felt numb as his body shook slightly. Whether from the cold or from his own exhaustion he didn't know. Why couldn't Voldemort just leave already.
Neville finally asked the question which Harry had yet to understand.
"Why?"
Harry shook his head and answered almost blankly "I don't know." He had hardly pondered this question. He hadn't really been in the right frame of mind, everything was so much effort these days.
Neville only waited patiently for which Harry was grateful, he could piece his thoughts together clearly.
He knew he couldn't remember weeks of his imprisonment, and it really consumed him with such horrible anxiety and panic whenever he considered it. He didn't want to image, didn't want to even contemplate that Voldemort had been controlling him that entire time.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.
Both he and Neville looked up, Harry felt immediately sick. He had a horrible feeling he knew what it would be relating to. His scar was unrelenting.
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"Harry" Seamus started awkwardly.
Both Harry and Neville waited as Seamus continued uncertainty.
"Professor Snape wants you to go to his office immediately." He said quietly as if ashamed to be the bringer of bad news.
Neville had never seen Harry flinch so badly as he felt his own stomach twist painfully.
"Okay, thanks Seamus" Neville said firmly. Harry's eyes darted round to his, he remained completely silent and still as Neville didn't look back, he only continued to look at Seamus.
Seamus hesitated only briefly before nodding firmly and leaving.
As soon as he was gone Harry found his voice.
He was shaking badly as he tried to hold himself steady. "Neville. I have to go"
"No you don't" Neville said, holding his confidence. "If Voldemort wants to see you then he has to go through the entire of the DA first."
Harry shook his head. "You don't understand" He said quietly. He was silent for a moment more before adding. "He'll possess me from here."
Neville knew this, he drew his wand slowly as Harry's eyes followed him carefully "I know" Neville whispered, his heart racing. He couldn't believe he was about to do this.
Harry shook his head, his eyes wide in fear. "Neville, don't do this" He pleaded.
This almost made Neville stop as he hesitated only slightly.
"I'm sorry Harry" He said quietly as he moved his wand quickly.
Harry had no time to react, no time to dodge the spell as it hit him firmly in the chest as he crumpled to the floor.
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Neville raced down the stairs, already out of breath, his heart pounding through whole body. This was complete madness, but he raced on regardless making plans in his head.
He whistled loudly and everyone in the common room turned to stare at him, as they fell silent.
"Voldemort is in the castle" He started, not caring about being tactful, they just had to be quick. At once panic flooded through the room, but everyone truly belonged to Gryffindor house as everyone stayed routed to the spot, no one fled.
"Seamus." Neville started, directing himself loudly over everyone, even though no one dared speak.
"Take Harry to the room of requirements now. Whatever you do keep him unconsciousness" He instructed.
"What? Why?" Seamus started, who was standing beside Ginny.
There was no time to beat around anything so he explained as quickly as he could, hoping that Seamus would comply.
"Voldemort can and will possess him." Neville explained to horrified expressions. "Specially if he knows Harry isn't coming to him. Get the DA and lock yourself in. Don't come out until I come and get you" He instructed hurriedly.
He moved across the common room quickly, not waiting for an answer, his own wand clenched firmly in his grasp.
"Where are you going?" Ginny said darting forwards anxiously.
"I'm going to tell Voldemort that he can't see Harry." Neville said already having made up his mind.
"Neville" Seamus started. "You won't come back alive. This is suicidal"
Neville shook his head urgently, there were already running out of time. "Voldemort wants Harry. If I don't come back, then he sure as hell won't get him ever again. Make the room show you a way out of Hogwarts or give you food or something" He hurried. "But we can't let him take Harry."
He thought Ginny was going to argue with him at first, however she only looked him straight in the eye and nodded firmly.
"We'll do it" She said firmly, her eyes completely full of determination. "We'll keep Harry safe" She promised.
Neville nodded and made to leave as Ginny grabbed his arm and pulled him into a tight hug.
Startled he couldn't relax as she hung to him.
"Just promise you'll come back alive?" She pleaded.
Neville took one last look at his friends. Seamus only shook his head silently, as if asking him not to go. Parvati and Lavender only nodded weakly.
"I'll come back. I promise" He whispered. "Just promise to keep Harry safe."
Seamus nodded. "We'll get everyone together. He won't be able to touch us"
Neville nodded gratefully as he stepped quickly out of the common room, his heart racing.
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Malfoy was waiting at the bottom of headmaster's office. Neville had to give him some credit when he only raised his eyebrows looking mildly surprised. His hair was still sticking out of his bandages at odd angles, he looked very untidy compared to his usual smart self.
"Where's Potter?" He asked, his voice giving nothing away.
"Unconscious" Neville replied.
Malfoy surveyed him very carefully for awhile before he nodded.
"Follow my lead" He explained, as he started to make his way up the stairs. "Do not speak unless you're spoken to and for goodness sake do not interrupt under any circumstance"
Neville felt his head ringing with the information as Malfoy continued hurriedly.
"Whatever you do or say remember what I told you this morning" He said sharply.
"Huh?" Neville said frowning.
Malfoy froze and turned fixing him with a furious stare. "Are you sure you know what you're doing Longbottom?" He said coldly.
Neville held his gaze but didn't reply, in all honestly he was just acting on instinct.
"You could get us both killed" Malfoy continued. "So I hope you'll be more eloquent in your terms and conditions"
Neville was not keeping up and Malfoy cottoned on as his eyes flashed.
"You really did just knock Potter out and just decide to come and speak to the Dark Lord on a whim?" He hissed.
Neville could understand his frustrations towards him, however he held his gaze as he replied firmly.
"Voldemort cannot see Harry right now. That is not up for question."
"Did I say it was?" Malfoy said, glaring at him. Neville froze stunned at his response, this he had not expected.
Neville was lost until Malfoy continued, keeping his steely eyes locked on him.
"I told you this morning that Potter was sent to Hogwarts because he tried to kill himself, so what does that tell you?" He crossed his arms waiting for Neville to answer.
"That he wants Harry alive?" Neville tried.
Malfoy nodded and continued. "That is the strongest thing you have going for you right now. If you wish to keep Potter in Hogwarts then make sure the Dark Lord knows you want the same thing as him. In other words you have something he wants."
Neville couldn't help but stare shocked at the Slytherin. He had only thought to rush in and confront Voldemort, making sure that he knew he couldn't take Harry back. He hadn't expected to be going to see Voldemort with a common aim.
He nodded, suddenly feeling very nervous as Malfoy continued walking up the stairs.
It was this thought that kept him moving towards Voldemort. Follow Malfoy's lead, could he really do that, could he really force down his pride. He knew in an instinct that he would, Malfoy was right, this was the best way to keep Harry in the castle and he would do anything to achieve this.
Malfoy knocked and the large wooden door swung open without a sound. The Slytherin gave him one last wary look before he walked forwards, head held high. Neville followed.
At once his eyes locked onto the two other people in the room. Snape was standing to the right of someone who very clearly did not look human.
Neville pulled up all his courage as he moved forwards, forcing himself not to stare as Malfoy dropped down onto his knees.
Neville didn't hesitate, he was in for this now. It didn't mean anything, he was not giving in, he was not weak. He fell onto his own knees head bowed low, Harry's own fear keeping him from moving.
There was a horrible pause. Neville felt so exposed, almost as if he would fall down under the Voldemort's curse.
"Stand" A horribly pitched voice commanded.
Malfoy stood and so did Neville, pulling his eyes up to observe Voldemort properly for the first time.
He was grotesque, he had slits for a nose and looked almost snake like, his red eyes were locked onto Malfoy's. Neville couldn't tell if he was angry or not, but he didn't move and he didn't speak.
"I trust you are recovering well Draco?" Voldemort said, his voice horribly cold.
Neville almost gaped but he managed to keep himself expressionless as Malfoy bowed his head in respect.
"My Lord" Malfoy said smoothly. "I am told there will be no lasting damage."
Voldemort only nodded as Snape continued to watch carefully. It was unnerving that he had yet to say anything but he didn't meet Neville's eyes.
"Explain" Was all Voldemort commanded.
Malfoy bowed, he looked paler then usual but Neville couldn't help but admire how calm he looked at he spoke, almost as if he wasn't speaking to someone who could murder then both without a seconds hesitation.
"My Lord" He began. "I was patrolling the corridors with my other seventh year Slytherin's"
"Name them" Voldemort commanded.
Neville felt horror as he noticed Malfoy's hesitation, would he really be able to give his friends to the Dark Lord.
"Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle" Malfoy replied, Neville could distinctively hear Malfoy's voice shake only slightly.
"Go on" Voldemort instructed, either not noticing the Slytherins hesitation or not caring.
"We were on the east side of the castle." He continued, his voice picking up now. "We came across Potter and Crabbe threatened him" He stated clearly.
Voldemort looked furious but Malfoy continued to speak. "I tried to defend him, but they attached together. I hit my head off the wall and lost consciousness." Neville was astonished when the Slytherin fell to his knees suddenly, head bowed. "I failed My Lord. I am sorry" He finished, still keeping his head bowed low.
Voldemort's voice was deadly when he spoke. "Did you not think to call me?" He hissed, holding his wand delicately.
Neville felt sick, as if he knew what was coming, but still he held still. For Harry he had to.
"I did not think My Lord" Malfoy spoke quietly, head still bowed low. "I can do nothing more but beg for your forgiveness."
And then Malfoy was screaming, Neville's eyes widened in shock as it pierced his ears. Malfoy was convulsing on the ground in agony, unable to defend himself from Voldemort's fury.
He wanted to be sick, he wanted to run, it was too long before Voldemort released him.
He lay only briefly on the floor before he forced himself up, his whole body was shaking violently as Voldemort turned and addressed Snape for the first time.
"I admit you have failed" Voldemort said coldly towards Malfoy who was standing his head still bowed low. "But you have also done well"
"Thank you My Lord" Malfoy said softly still not looking up.
It was then that Voldemort finally turned his attention elsewhere.
"Who is this?" Voldemort asked coldly as his eyes finally moved over to Neville.
Neville felt his whole body screaming at him to run, to pull out his wand and fight. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself. Unfortunately Voldemort's red eyes flicked down as he noticed his own discomfort.
"Neville Longbottom, My Lord" Malfoy answered, his voice holding steady. "A seventh year Gryffindor and currently acting leader for Dumbledore's Army"
Voldemort's cold expression turned into a smirk as Neville felt his stomach churn. The Dark Lord suddenly turned, catching him off guard as he turned to address someone else who Neville hadn't even realised was awake. Snape hadn't even moved, but his eyes flicked to towards the painting on the wall.
"Are you proud Dumbledore?" Voldemort hissed, a sharp grin on his face. "Would you still wish for your students to stand up and defy me?"
Dumbledore was silent only briefly as his eyes flickered over to Neville for the first time. Neville felt an uncomfortable lump in his throat, if only Dumbledore wasn't in a painting, then he might not be worrying about his current situation so much. Glancing over his half moon spectacles Dumbledore locked his blue eyes on Voldemort's.
"Tom, please spare the boy" Dumbledore's painting said warily. Neville didn't understand and it took him a moment before he realised that Dumbledore was addressing Voldemort. He would have laughed that he had such a normal name if he hadn't caught onto the implications of Dumbledore's words.
Dumbledore didn't think he would get out of their alive. He almost reached for his wand but stopped at the warning glare that Malfoy sent him.
"I admit" Voldemort smirked, still observing Dumbledore as if amused. "He is more obedient then most and I do not like to spill such pure blood unnecessarily"
Neville felt his body chill as he shivered. Obedient, Voldemort was right, he had thrown away all his morales, just encase of the slightest chance that he would spare Harry from any more torment. Voldemort's words seemed to imply that he still might walk out of here alive, he held strong in his mind what Malfoy had told him on the stairs. They both wanted Harry alive, it was the only information that might keep him alive as well.
"A pity" Voldemort said cruelly. "That you are no longer able to protect your own students."
"I have faith in each and every one of them" Dumbledore replied, Neville could never remember the headmaster looking so serious as his blue eyes failed to twinkle. "That they will always stand up and do what is right, regardless of protection I could give them"
Neville couldn't help but hear the pride in Dumbledore's voice, which gave him a small amount of confidence.
Voldemort's eyes flashed as he turned away from Dumbledore abruptly as if he was suddenly bored of him.
"Bring me Crabbe and Goyle" He commanded coldly towards Snape. "Wait for me to call you" He added.
Even though Snape would not defend him, Neville felt a horrible chill that he was going to be left in his office with only Malfoy and Voldemort for company. Snape bowed and left quickly without looking back.
"Why did you bring him here?" Voldemort said as he turned back towards Malfoy, now Neville could detect the fury in his voice as his eyes burned dangerously.
"My Lord" Malfoy began, the apology clear in his tone. "Forgive me, I owe Longbottom my life" He stated plainly.
Neville couldn't help but look surprised at that, his own face portraying this as Malfoy continued fluently.
"If Longbottom had not alerted Professor McGonagall then I would have been dead before Professor Snape found me"
"And what had Longbottom alerted her of?" Voldemort asked coldly.
"Potter had left the Gryffindor common room." Malfoy answered automatically. "I do not know the reasons"
Now Voldemort finally acknowledged Neville and Neville immediately wished he hadn't. His horrible red eyes were so much worse when they were completely directed onto him. He didn't know what to do, so he bit his tongue, forcing himself to stay still.
"Where is Potter?" He asked, his voice deadly quiet, the danger that Neville had placed him in was apparent.
Neville found that his voice was surprisingly strong and calm when he answered.
"Unconscious" He answered as he had to Malfoy, but now he continued. "Harry had no say in the matter" this needed saying, for if anything went wrong he did not want the repercussions of his actions to affect Harry in any way.
Voldemort didn't speak, but Neville didn't continue, he was not going to offer up anything without caution, this had to be done right.
Instead his eyes flashed dangerously as his wand moved, and Neville had no time to move, no time to react as he fell screaming to the floor.
Every ounce of his body felt like it had been ripped apart, his mind was unable to piece any coherent thought together as his throat burned. His screams ricocheting around his own head.
Neville wasn't aware for how long Voldemort had the curse on him, but at last he was released.
Hissing he forced his arms to move, pushing his body up in screaming agony.
He would endure, his parents had been strong and he was too. He would not give in.
Neville felt sick as he swayed on his feet, Voldemort's curse had been stronger then Harry's, it had been nothing but raw power.
He didn't speak, unsure of if he would be able to gather any words together.
"Do you wish to die, Neville Longbottom?" Voldemort asked his eyes flashing furiously.
"I wish to protect Harry" Neville said holding himself strong. "If I die in the process then so be it" He said coldly.
Voldemort stilled at this and Neville could have almost hugged Malfoy for the advise. He had been right.
He continued, knowing that this was risky. "The DA are holding Harry hostage in a impenetrable location." He explained. "You will not be able to get to him, so you should not attempt to try."
He knew he had provoked the Dark Lord by telling him what to do and Neville could do nothing to stop Voldemort cursing him once more.
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Tom's brain whirred into gear, he knew at once that something was wrong. Potter's body felt foreign to him as he struggled to gain his bearings.
He could hear voices, whispering to each other hurriedly, full of a sense of panic and fear. Remaining completely still and without opening his eyes, he assessed his situation quickly and efficiently as he forced himself to remain calm.
Tom was lying on something soft, his head was throbbing painfully, but if anything this relieved him. His Lord was nearby.
His last memories were distinctly of Nagini by his side in the manor, so he desperately searched out for her presence, but he couldn't sense her. She should be with him, why was she not. As he reached out to her once more, something else entirely became known to him. He felt confusion flood through him, a brother was nearby, but it was definitely dormant.
Tom kept his eyes closed, for alerting the other people in the room would not be of any advantage to him. He had yet to decide if they meant him any harm.
He was quickly piecing together the information, a dormant Horcrux would either be in Gringotts, Hogwarts, Gaunt house or the cave.
He immediately ruled out everything but Hogwarts.
Tom would have grinned if there weren't people nearby. He was at Hogwarts. His initial satisfaction however was cut abruptly as he realised the implications.
His Lord had sent Potter to Hogwarts. Why had he not been in control of Potter's body, had he really been so weak that his Lord had given up on him. He knew Potter had had moments of strength but surely Tom had not been overcome completely by the boy. Voldemort's presence might be the reason that he was breaking through now. Surely he had not been asleep for long.
Tom felt his annoyance flair, his Lord was close by, it would not take long to seek him out and confront him.
However his first priority was to acquire a wand so he just listened, lying still.
"This is crazy" Someone was almost shrieking.
"Shut up Smith" Someone else snapped back.
"Shut up? We're going to die. Why the hell did you call us here with him" The other person continued panicking.
From where he lay with his eyes shut he had a funny feeling they had just gestured at himself.
Both voices had previously been male, but now a girl spoke, her voice surprisingly calm, which also seemed to silence the ramble of other people chatting nervously.
"As long as we don't leave this room You Know Who can't touch us" She said firmly.
Tom wanted to smirk, she was foolish to think they could ever be safe from the Dark Lord.
"What about Neville?" The second boy asked. "Are we really letting him do this?"
"We have to" The girl responded, her voice suddenly quiet as she had everyone's attention. "He promised he'd come back"
"That doesn't mean he'll come back in one piece, Ginny" Smith retorted.
There was a loud shriek and a bang, before a distinct thud of a body hitting the ground met Tom's ears.
"Idiot" The girl, now known as Ginny hissed, it was apparent that she had lost her temper with the boy.
Tom cracked his eyes open slightly and almost frowned at what he saw. Bars enclosed him from all sides. He hadn't expected this obstacle, they should not know about him so why had they taken such precautions.
It took him a moment of lying still before he pieced his thoughts together carefully. Voldemort could still possess Potter, that was the more likely situation to his imprisonment. Relaxing slightly he reacted as he made to stand up.
Tom was surprised as he let his eyes scan the room quickly, there was at least twenty of so people in the room, and they all feel silent at once at the sight of him. They all looked weak and scared.
"We can't let you out" It was the same girl who had spoken as Tom watched her carefully, he gave nothing away.
Although she spoke her voice strong, she was completely transparent in her eyes, they were flooding with emotion as she looked at him. She was obviously close to Potter and Tom would use this to his advantage.
"Ginny" He said softly. "It's okay it's me" He comforted her, forcing the smallest of smile onto his face.
This had done the trick, at once she seemed to melt as her expression gave away her feelings.
"I'm really sorry Harry...you understand don't you?" She sounded so guilty. Tom suppressed a grin as he stepped forwards carefully to the edge of the bars.
"Of course I do" He said quietly, forcing emotion into his voice. This was too easy. "I don't want to hurt you" He added gently.
He didn't make to stretch his arm out towards her, instead he paused by the edge of the bars, watching her carefully. She clearly had a lot of unsaid words to Potter as she bit her lip nervously unsure of how to react. She was a fool, she should not be giving away her weaknesses so easily.
"I'm sorry" Tom spoke gently, watching how relieved the room was soon becoming at his submissive stance. "I know I haven't been easy recently" It was obvious from their rigid stances that they had been struggling to deal with Potter. Tom was not surprised, after the state he had left him in it was remarkable if he was sane at all.
"You can say that again" One of the boys from earlier snapped.
Tom swung his head around to him, but refrained from glaring, instead he only settled back to Ginny who thankfully had stepped closer.
"What I said last night" Ginny said softly, as he hands shook. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry"
Now this was what Tom needed, he moved his hand out towards her, she was only a few steps away.
"Ginny" Someone else spoke, halting the red head as she moved her hand towards him.
Tom felt his gaze shift to a blond girl standing slightly behind her, he felt his annoyance flair, if he failed to get out now she would suffer.
"I think you should stay back" The blond girl said cautiously. Tom would have broken her neck.
"Why not?" Ginny demanded, not taking her eyes off Tom's as she held still, her hand still out stretched.
"I don't think that's Harry" Her voice was anxious.
Tom refrained from shooting her a glare and was pleased when Ginny responded before him.
"Shut up Luna. You don't know what you're talking about." She snapped and made to move again, but Luna reacted, rushing forwards and pulling her away. The fear in her eyes.
"Please Ginny. You have to trust me" Luna said quickly, only briefly flicking her eyes to Tom who remained impassive as he answered.
"It's alright Ginny" He said carefully. "I wouldn't trust me either" He had been so close, but he had not lost yet.
Ginny turned her eyes towards him, she looked so vulnerable, lost and confused. The perfect victim. He moved his hand back to wrap gently around the bars. Ginny looked almost broken at this and she pushed Luna off her arm angrily.
"I know when it's Harry" She snapped and she stepped closer he hand outstretched.
As soon as her hand touched his, he moved fast, he lunged forwards grabbing her wrist. He tightened his at once and pulled her forwards towards the bars. Before she had a chance to be surprised or anyone else react, he had twisted her around, her back firmly against the bars, one arm locked securely around her neck, the other on her wrist.
Everyone raised their wands.
"Oh dear" Tom whispered softly in her ear. "Do you always trust so easily?" He mocked.
He felt her struggle, as she attempted to move her body, she seemed try and speak but Tom only pulled his arm tight, almost suffocating her.
"Shh" He cooed his voice disturbingly gently as his eyes flicked to everyone else. They could not hit him without risking Ginny. "I won't hurt you yet" He hissed so only she could hear. She went deadly still, completely terrified.
"Now." Tom smiled at the complete lack of movement from everyone else in the room. "Open the bars." He instructed.
"Don't" Ginny managed to hiss out.
Tom was surprised, he hadn't expected her to react, she seemed to weak.
"I can snap her neck if you like?" Tom said smoothly, tilting Ginny's head to the side with his arm a vicious smile on his face.
"Open it" The boy who had spoken commanded.
Ginny seemed like she would have protested but she was almost choking as Tom held her still.
At once the bars around him disappeared and Tom pulled Ginny closer to him now they were not separated. It was easy now to pull her wand from her grip as he suddenly pushed her away from him. She fell to the floor harshly.
At once spells shot towards him, but Tom was fast, pulling up a shield and moving his wand around fast.
All their wands flew out of their grips, hovering high above their heads. Tom smirked as he observed them all defenceless, some of them still looked scared while others furious.
Tom would have stayed and toyed with them some more, it would have disturbed them to see Potter acting so wrong, but he had other priorities to deal with. He needed to find his lord.
He moved away from them, stepping lightly past Ginny who hadn't moved from the floor. Her fists were clenched as her body shook.
No one dared speak as he past them, it wasn't until he reached the door when he froze.
"Tom Riddle"
That caused Tom to stop abruptly, that he had not expected to hear.
He turned sharply, his eyes narrowing when his gaze fell on the red headed girl once more. She was still on the floor, her eyes full of such anger as she glared at him.
His voice was so cold when he spoke, the threat not missed by anyone as he responded.
"You know me?" He demanded, stepping forwards.
Ginny only forced herself to stand as she took a step back cautiously, she looked absolutely terrified at his conformation, as if he had personally taken a knife and stabbed it into her chest. She barely managed to speak as she replied. "Yes, I know you"
Tom tilted his head to the side, this was completely unexpected, even her reaction screamed that she spoke the truth. She did indeed know him on some level.
"Ginny?" He began, sharply.
"Ginny Weasley" Ginny replied, her voice seemed to hold steady, as she managed to hold herself still.
Tom was almost amused, however he kept his voice cold, his eyes flashing, her wand raised.
"How do you know me?"
Tom twirled Ginny's own wand round threateningly, a dark look on his face.
Ginny didn't offer an explanation. Everyone in the room was getting agitated. They were all powerless and afraid of him, as they all kept silent as if under a spell.
"How do you know me?" He asked again, angry that she had yet to reply.
Ginny still didn't answer, and in this moment of hesitation Tom reacted.
One of the boys lunched forwards as if to protect her but it was too late, Ginny fell screaming under his curse. Her friends rushed to her side, followed by Luna who was looking so horrified.
"Stop it" She begged as she tried to hold Ginny still under her thrashings.
The others had moved forwards as well, now angry but still defenceless as they could do nothing.
Tom lifted the curse looking amused, however his gaze didn't flit from Ginny's trembling form.
"How do you know me?" He repeated, he would not tolerate silence again.
Ginny sobbed loudly, her voice barely distinguishable.
"I wrote in your diary"
It was if everything suddenly became clear to Tom. His eyebrows raised and he looked genuinely surprised. "You opened the chamber?" He asked accusingly, as if he didn't believe whatever Ginny was talking about.
Ginny forced herself to stand once more and Tom was only mildly impressed as he raised his eyebrows. Luna was holding onto her anxiously, her eyes flitting between Toms and Ginnys as if trying to understand.
"Well that's interesting." Was all Tom said when she didn't reply, he observed her coldly as his thoughts raced.
In all honesty, this completely fascinated him, she had released the Basalisk and in turn been as close to his brother as he had to Potter. She would potentially know much more then the stupid school girl he had first assumed her to be.
Tom waved the wand sharply, causing the people comforting Ginny to be pulled away from her, flying painfully onto the floor.
He advanced on her and immediately penetrated her mind with ease.
Ginny's eyes rolled back into her head as he flicked through her memories, disregarding them when they appeared meaningless.
He pulled out of her mind, slightly disappointed.
"You know nothing" he hissed. He had been hoping to discover more, even a hint of his brother in her memories, but she truly had been left blank.
"I know everything" She said coldly as her own anger erupted. "I know that you were an orphan" She hissed. "I know that you like, what you hate" She continued. "I know who you really are" She snapped.
Tom only observed her amused now, as if she knew the depths of Lord Voldemort's true desires. He moved forwards victorious, startling fast as he waved his wand, forcing her to the ground. He grabbed her wrist at the same time as she fell twisting it. They all heard the horrible snap as it broke.
"Does it hurt?" Tom smiled sweetly, as he moved his foot to press down on her broken wrist.
She was silent, gritting her teeth together in agony, unable to hold his gaze. This was unacceptable.
Tom crouched down and roughly grabbed her chin, she gasped in surprise as he twisted her head around, still holding her firmly so she could not break eye contact. Her eyes were wide and full of complete and utter terror.
"Answer me, after all weren't we friends once?" He asked, so softly. He felt delighted as she shivered and tried to pull away helplessly.
Tom only pressed his foot down harder. She flinched, tears streaming down her face, it seemed now she broke as she burst out.
"But you were destroyed" She hissed panicky.
"Ginny, did you really think I would be rid of so easily" He smiled coldly "I'm deeply disappointed that you haven't missed me. Has my absence made your heart weaker" He mocked.
"Perhaps I will have to remind you how generous I can be?" Tom said, a sharp grin on his face. "I'll have to remind you how much you loved me"
"You are a monster" She hissed back and Tom only raised his eye brows.
"Now that is not very friendly" He tutted, as he oh so gently wiped his thumb across her tear streaked face.
"Stop it" Someone snapped.
Tom stood, disregarding the red head on the floor as he stared coldly at Luna.
He only smirked as his eyes flicked around them, he should really move on anyway, he would play with them later.
Without turning back he left the deadly silent room.
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"Am I interrupting?"
Panting from the floor, Neville felt his insides freeze over, he forced his body to move as he recognised that voice. It was terrifyingly cold but still he knew who it belonged to.
He turned horrified.
"Harry, go back" He pleaded, Harry shouldn't be here. The DA should have been protecting him. He cursed Seamus silently in his own head, however he had no time to contemplate anything else.
"Silence" Harry hissed, directing a wand straight at him, a flash of light blinding his eyes.
For the second time that day, Neville found himself screaming in agony under Harry's wand, he couldn't think, he couldn't breath, all he could do was scream as his body convulsed upon the floor. His muscles burning, his lungs suffocating.
He felt the immediate release as his body was freed from the curse, he felt tears prick the corner of his eyes as he tried to focus his blurry vision on his friend.
His head was bursting as his muscles twitched, he had no energy as he stayed lying on the floor.
Harry was standing before Voldemort, the wand still clutched in his hand. Neville didn't understand, as all he could hear was an odd hissing noise as Harry spoke.
Xxxxxxxx
"Where is she?" Tom demanded, he couldn't stop himself from shaking. He barely acknowledged Malfoy standing to the side, his expression one of alarm. He was completely focused on Voldemort.
His Lord only stepped closer to him and he felt his head erupt in agony, Voldemort was furious, he could feel it through their connection. Tom struggled to keep himself standing steady as he repeated his question.
"Where is she?" He hissed, not stepping back at his Lord stopped a few feet away, his gaze deadly.
"You dare ask" Voldemort hissed back. Tom felt the pain in his head intensify. "You dare stand before me again." He held his own wand delicately, Tom's eyes flicked to it, he did not miss the threat.
"Nagini" He hissed, his own anger intensifying. He did not understand, he should not be at Hogwarts. He should not be alone, she should be by his side.
Voldemort it seemed did not want to answer his questions. It seemed he had no influence over the Dark Lord as Voldemort raised his own wand and directed it towards the boy who was just about struggling to pull himself up from the floor.
"Avada Kadava" Voldemort cursed, the green light flashing from his wand.
Tom was ready, before the Gryffindor had a chance to even blink his own wand summoned a large cabinet which flew directly in front of the boy shielding him from harm. The cabinet exploded into shards with a large blast, ricocheting towards them. They both raised shields automatically to prevent the shards splinting them. The boy wasn't so lucky as he screamed, wood penetrated deep into skin.
Tom looked away, trying to compose himself, he could feel his grip on reality shifting, instead he focused on Voldemort.
"Potter?" He hissed, now in English. "You would rather wake him then discuss matters with me?" He mocked, tilting his head to the side. The reason why Voldemort had targeted the boy was clear. Tom was weak to Potters emotions, murdering him would surely shatter his control.
Ignoring the boy who was hissing in pain and the large splinters lodged into his body he directed it back to the point.
"Where is Nagini?"
Now Voldemort finally raised his wand against him, he dared not defend himself, to do that would be directly defying his Lord. He gritted his teeth as he felt a large slash slice his skin. He flinched from the pain, as he felt the blood sting, rising from the deep cut.
His breathing immediately laboured as his Lord finally snapped.
"You are weak, you have no power over Potter" Voldemort hissed, glaring at him furiously, Tom's head was unrelenting. "It was you who allowed Potter to be free, you who dropped your guard and allowed for Nagini to be murdered, you lost your sister and you have no one to blame but yourself "
Tom stared in horror. Nagini had been murdered, destroyed. This was impossible, and his Lord was blaming him, his brain immediately understood why but he felt his reality shift as he felt sick with fear.
"Potter?" He barely manage to hiss back, the unbelievable pain of the loss was overwhelming as he struggled to believe it. "He destroyed her?" He felt the true horror of his Lords fury. He had sworn to protect her, promised that he would do everything in his power to keep her safe and he had failed.
He fell to his knees in shame, as he felt true guilt, true terror, he bowed his head low in respect, waiting for his Lords punishment. His Nagini, he couldn't shake the feeling of weakness throughout him, he couldn't stop the pain. He shouldn't feel this pathetic, he was meant to be strong, not weak to common emotions.
However Voldemort did not move and did not speak. Tom kept his head bowed low as the other boy in the room seem to be struggling to breathe. Malfoy remained deadly silent, it would only result in nothing but his own death to speak now.
However it was not Voldemort who broke the silence.
"Harry" A voice gasped. Toms eyes, along with Voldemort's locked immediately onto desperate hurt brown eyes. The boy looked almost left for dead as blood seeped uncontrollably from the deep wounds.
Tom had not been given permission to speak, so he did not reply, instead he only forced himself to stand as Voldemort gestured for him to stand. Voldemort instead only seemed to glance at him before continuing back to focus on Tom.
"It would be fitting punishment if you were never to have consciousness again" Voldemort commanded coldly.
Tom felt his own angry flare once more against his Lords and he spoke voicing his frustrations.
"You would rather give Potter back control?" He demanded. "He is worthless" He hissed. "I can fight this."
Now Voldemort seemed to pay the boy attention, as his dangerous eyes swept over him. He was obviously thinking of killing him. He knew too much now that Tom was controlling Potter and it would be the best way of waking him.
"There is no point murdering him now" Tom almost sneered. "Potter's friends know. How else do you think I came to be here. I struck them down easily"
"No" Finally the Gryffindor had a voice as he stared towards them in complete horror and distraught. Tom only smirked as he ignored him. He continued to address Voldemort who was watching him, his fury intensifying.
"Do you really think you can keep Potter here now. The Weasley girl, she knows me." Tom continued lightly, although the threat was not missed. He felt Voldemort's interest peak immediately through their connection.
"My brother, the diary." He hissed, switching briefly to parseltounge. "She was the girl who freed the Basilisk." He continued, trying to ignore the pain on his chest. Thick dark blood was beginning to seep through his clothes. He felt nauseous and dizzy, but he held himself steady. "She remembers nothing though. She is nothing" Tom continued lightly.
"She alone knows the threat and will in turn warn the others. Whatever reason you sent Potter here will be worthless, they will turn against him"
His Lords eyes flashed dangerous and his scar burned. "I had no choice" Voldemort hissed "Along with Nagini, you were also lost" He hissed angrily.
Tom felt himself going hollow. "What happened?" He demanded.
"You lost control and Potter tried to kill himself " Voldemort said coldly, his eyes containing all of his fury as he glared. Tom understood immediately, Potter had bargained his own life.
He had to act carefully now as Potter potentially had more power over him. Continuing carefully with his original point
"Then my point still stands" He said lightly as his head throbbed. "If they tell Potter what he has done, that I am a part of him, do you really think he will allow for this to continue, that he will forgive himself. He will end it and you know it." Tom could feel through his connection that he had hit home, that Voldemort was beginning to understand the circumstance. Potter would no longer be safe at Hogwarts, Tom had assured that with a few choice words. How could Voldemort believe it was safer to keep Potter at Hogwarts then allow for Tom in control. It infuriated him, although Potter was strong, he was stronger. He would conquer this weakness, he would prove his Lord that he was worth keeping.
"Your best chance to is to allow my existence to continue. Otherwise you will result in nothing but Potter's suicide." Tom bargained, watching carefully.
Voldemort was angry though. "You have left me little other choice" He hissed furiously. Tom smirked, he knew this. He had just assured his own freedom despite his failures. "But you best control it" Voldemort snapped "If you fail then we can lose everything"
"Then do not let me out of sight" Tom said lightly. "Surely this is better then letting Potter win?"
Someone interrupted them loudly, it certainly wasn't going to be Malfoy.
"No" Now Tom rolled his eyes, annoyed that the boy was indeed still alive. Although his own wound was bad, it was nothing compared to what the other was suffering. He seemed in complete agony, yet he still managed to pull himself to his feet, staggering, barely able to remain steady. It seemed his Lords patience was also wearing thin as he raised his own wand once again.
"I have another proposition" The boy hissed through gritted teeth. Tom raised his eyebrows surprised, it seemed to also stay his Lords curse.
He swayed violently as Voldemort spoke his voice cold. "Go on Longbottom, while you're still alive" He added, nothing but cold in his voice.
Tom raised his eyes surprised. He knew the name Longbottom, but he didn't comment.
Longbottom looked left for dead as he struggled to get his breath. Tom smirked at him, he looked pitiful and weak. He would enjoy watching him die, that was if Potter would not interrupt his show.
His bloodshot eyes focused on him directly.
"I don't know what you have done to Harry, or who the hell you are" He gasp. Tom's grin only widened at his discomfort. "Whatever you are, we will stop you." Longbottom was staring furiously at him. Tom actually laughed out loud at this, in his left for dead state Longbottom was delusional.
Voldemort however was getting impatient. "Your proposal?" He demanded. Tom doubted the bleeding boy would manage to finish speaking before he dropped down.
Longbottom began speaking. "From what I understand you want Harry alive" He barely managed, directing his voice towards Voldemort. Voldemort didn't answer, he only observed him silently.
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"I know that Harry tried to kill himself" Neville started, everything felt so cold. His own body was struggling to hold itself together. He barely registered as Voldemort's eyes sharpened, but he didn't comment. He had nothing to lose now, he was dying anyway, what else did he have to fear.
"That's the reason he's at Hogwarts" Neville struggled, his breathing short and sharp. "You want him alive, only it didn't go to plan did it" He added coldly as he jerked his head towards Harry who was locked onto his every word as well. It had been hard to keep up with the Dark Lords conversation, but he knew enough.
Harry hadn't been possessed by the Dark Lord, something much more terrible had happened. Something was controlling him, someone who obeyed Voldemort.
"You forced him to act" Neville snapped, finding the strength in his words "You forced him to turn to death because of whatever the hell is controlling him." He gestured sharply to Harry which was a bad idea as his arm stung in agony. "You are arguing that we will drive Harry to death, just to protect us all" He managed as his vision swam. Neville had to finish, he had to make sure Harry would be safe and not taken from the castle or controlled by this stranger. He forced himself to go on.
"You tried your way, using nothing but violence and anger and look where you ended up. With Harry attempting suicide." Neville snapped, he was gaining ground now, he could feel it as his voice became stronger, his body weaker.
"I've heard him speak about the manor." Neville said coldly, feeling his own heart racing, he couldn't believe his own daring, he was going to die anyway at this rate. "That Harry would rather die then even consider returning." Neville glared coldly at Voldemort "You didn't just break him, you completely destroyed him."
Now he was getting to the point as he sneered at whoever was controlling Harry. "You think this time your actions will result in anything different?" He questioned, mockingly, raising his eyebrows challenging them to reply.
He saw Harry's smirk slip off his face as he only glared at him, his eyes a shade of dark green. Neville couldn't help but worry as he saw the blood seep down Harry's front, although his wounds were greater, it was alarming that neither he or Voldemort were bothering to heal him.
Neville knew he had hit a point though, as Voldemort answered, this time the impatience clearly in his voice.
"And you have a different solution?" He said, his voice cold. He stood holding his wand lightly, as Neville's own vision blurred.
Neville finally made his point, speaking as clearly as he could, although he could feel his voice slurring as he struggled for consciousness.
"With Harry you would not only have the protection of yourself, but the protection of the DA" He said firmly "The protection of the Order and everyone who cares about him." Neville argued. Everything burned, everything hurt but he struggled on, deep breaths shaking his whole body, why did it have to hurt so much. "And that will always be the best way to protect Harry from the biggest threat of all" He finished, glaring through his dizziness.
"And what would that be?" Voldemort sneered at him mockingly, looking almost amused.
Neville knew he had Voldemort now, he forced himself to stand tall despite his huge amount of blood loss. There was no way Voldemort would not consider his option now as he locked eyes with the Dark Lord.
"Himself" He answered sharply, a bitter smile on his face.
He knew he had Voldemort's direct attention and he continued without hesitation, without breaking his gaze.
"You want to keep Harry alive. Then I had suggesting to you the one solution that will secure this." Neville gasped. "I will ensure that no one tells Harry and in turn he can stay in the castle"
Voldemort actually laughed at this, his cold and high voice cutting into Neville. "Silence is not something you can ensure"
"I can and I will" Neville snapped back angry now, this was the only solution. He had to make Voldemort understand "Do you think anyone would tell Harry when they know it will kill him?" He said coldly, as he swayed. He couldn't go on much longer, his strength was leaving him. "They will not tell him. It is the only way to keep Harry alive." He finished.
"I should have just let you die" Harry hissed, directing his wand towards Neville's head. Neville felt triumphant, if his message had gotten through to whoever was controlling Harry then it must have reached Voldemort.
"But no worry" He said, tilting his head to the side with a sharp grin. "I will ease your suffering" Neville didn't even get a chance to move or think as Harry moved the wand.
"No" Voldemort commanded and Neville could only blink in surprise as Harry froze, he didn't think he would, but he obeyed, he looked furious as he shot Voldemort an angry look. If anything it was a good thing Voldemort had spared him, it meant he was really considering it.
"You can't guarantee Harry won't wake up" Neville continued to make sure the point hit home. In his delirious state he had almost forgotten about Malfoy who was standing rooted to the spot, his mouth locked shut, his eyes wide in horror at the sight of him. He must have looked terrible but that didn't matter right now. He could keep Harry safe, he only had to get Voldemort to consider him.
As if confirming his own thoughts, Voldemort replied.
"And why should I even consider this?" He turned to Neville once more, his voice deadly cold.
Neville understood immediately. Voldemort wanted to know how serious he was, he wanted to know that he could trust Neville's word. There was only one way he could convince the Dark Lord that he would do anything to achieve this, that he would ensure the DA would not repeat a word, that they in turn would protect Harry.
Neville swallowed his pride, his very morals, only one thing mattered and that was keeping Harry safe and alive. He would do anything.
He looked at Harry who was only glaring back at him coldly, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Neville looked away as he made his decision. It was worth it, his body collapsed in agony as he fell sharply onto his knees in exhaustion as he pulled up his left sleeve.
I missed Tom! He really does liven things up.
Normal chapter length will probably return from now on, I don't think I could always write this much and still post regularly.
Thanks for reading as always and for all the lovely reviews. Please let me know what you think of this chapter, quite a lot happens in it...
Neville would make a good death eater don't you think ;)