Hermione's neatly polished school shoes clicked with every step as she walked down the hall. It was late, almost curfew, and the only light was that of the flickering candles along the walls. The wind blew through one of the windows, sending chills straight to her bones. She pulled her cloak tighter around her, eager to get back to the warmth of her common room. As she rounded the corner, her feet were assaulted by icy water. The floor was soaked. Suddenly, with several desperate sputters, the candles along the walls went out.

Hermione was plunged into darkness.

Then she heard it. A hissing. She groped for her wand, "Lumos." She whispered, a dim light flickered into existence. The hissing seemed to intensify, echoing around her. "Who's there?" She called, trying to hide the quivering of her voice, "Whoever it is, this isn't funny." There was a rustling from behind her, she span on her heel quickly. Too quickly in fact, as she lost her balance and hit the water with a splash. She looked up. There was nothing. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught her eye, she glanced sharply to her left. Nothing. Just a suit of armour. Yet as she looked at it, she caught sight of something in it's reflective surface that sent an icey chill down her spine, something that brought a scream to her lips, a scream that would never come. The girl hit the floor with a splash.

Frozen.

"They're all gone. Harry and Ginny aren't talking, Hermione still hasn't left the hospital wing, and even Ron's spending all his time writing in his journal. I don't know what to do..." Neville cried, the plants around him tilted towards him slightly, as though trying to comfort the depressed boy. "Everything's going wrong..." He whispered, shutting his eyes. Outside the greenhouse he heard laughter, Harry and Romilda were running through the grass, they threw their stuff down and sat by the lake. He felt a bitter feeling rose in his throat. Harry met Romilda and forgot about everyone else, Ginny fell for Damian and forgot about everyone else, Hermione was the only one who didn't forget him, and she was lying in the hospital wing.

Neville clenched his fists, he had thought these kids were different, thought he was finally being accepted for who he was. But they turned out to be just like everyone else, self centered and self serving. He got to his feet. Walking quickly from the Greenhouse, he was done with them. He didn't want to be hurt anymore.

"You don't even know him!" Screamed Ginny across the common room,

"I know more then you do, I am his brother after al!" Cried Harry, "And why would I even want to know him?" Ginny glared,

"your just bitter and twisted because your nothing, your not the boy who lived, your just Harry, plain old Harry, who's parents didn't even want him. Who didn't even care enough to visit more then once a year." There was a silence. Harry seemed to have frozen.

"Fine. I don't need you as a friend. I have Romilda." With that, he turned and left. He stalked outside, ran down the stairs and threw himself onto the grass by the lake. Hot, salty tears trickled down his face,

"Harry?" Came an uncertain voice, it was Neville, the boy's face was concerned, but wary, "are you ok? I heard what Ginny said." Harry snorted,

"I don't know why it hurt so much." He said, "I hate her. She likes Damian, she's betrayed me. At least I have Romilda. She's the only one I can trust." Neville bit his lip, trying to stop himself from shouting, was he that forgettable? He was Harry's friend too. He turned on his heel and stormed away.

Damian smiled, resting his head against the tree trunk. Ginny glanced at him, cheeks flushing a pale pink. He felt his heart thump a bit faster, but a small part of him ached,

"She doesn't really like you..." It taunted, "this isn't real. This isn't what you imagined." But he supressed it, he finally had the girl. Everything else would fall into place. He wrapped his arm around Ginny, who leaned into him. She shut her eyes, drifting off into sleep. Suddenly, so quiet it could have been mistaken for the rustling of the trees and the wind, he heard her murmur two words,

"Harry... Sorry..." He bit his lip, it was the wind, he decided. Nothing more then an echo on the breeze.