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KellyBear · 11-12-2009, 07:31 PM

Neville slept through all of that night and most of the next day, waking only when Hannah, Ginny and Seamus stopped in to bring him something to eat. He had hoped to see Luna but knew she must be resting and recovering as well.

“He really did a number on you, Neville.“ said Seamus, looking both impressed and revolted all at the same time. “Imagine he’s not going to be too pleased to see you’ve got out.”

“Luna made sure Crabbe will take the credit for it when he does realize I’m not only still alive, but free.” Neville said, attempting to make light of the situation. Seamus grinned wickedly, no doubt hoping Crabbe would get back some of his own for last time he'd given Seamus "detention".

“Hey, guess what?” Seamus asked, suddenly excited. “Potterwatch will be on the wireless tonight!”

“What time?” Neville tried to sit up, but Seamus pushed him back down on the cot.

“Whoa there, mate. You’ve got plenty of time to rest. It won’t be for hours, yet.”

Neville lay back down reluctantly. It had been weeks since he’d last heard a broadcast. Now, more than ever, he yearned for news from outside. It gave him hope to know that elsewhere, others were fighting as well, that they were not alone. He fought against a wave of exhaustion.

“Promise you’ll wake me, so I can hear it?” Neville asked.

“Sure, Neville.” Seamus said, understanding in his eyes. The broadcasts meant a lot to all of them.

Seamus was as good as his word, so Neville lay back and let sleep take him, leaving Seamus alone with his own thoughts.

This year had been hard on Seamus not only because of the return of He Who Must Not Be Named and the Death Eaters, but because, for the first time, he had been without his best friend. He had thought that with Dean at his side, he could survive anything so when he’d found out Dean wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts this year, he’d been devastated.

He looked at the sleeping boy on the cot beside him. He owed Neville so much. Just when he had reached the end of himself and had decided that the only thing left to do would be to run away from Hogwarts, to find Dean or even Harry, knowing that it was suicide to even attempt it, Neville had called together Dumbledore’s Army. Not only had it given him purpose, but it helped to fill the loneliness that threatened to overwhelm him.

He always listened to Potterwatch with a mixture of hope and dread. He longed for news of his family and his friends, of what was going on in the wizarding world outside, but when they recited the list of missing or dead, he found he could not breathe until they reached the very end, hoping no one he knew would be mentioned.

As always, before a broadcast, he recited the names of those he loved. “Mam is fine. Dad is fine. Sis is fine. Dean is fine. Fergus is fine.” and so forth, on down the list, as though the mantra would keep them from harm.

Neville stirred on the cot and Seamus paused in the ritual to look over at him. Thanks to Luna, Neville’s features were now recognizable if a bit discolored. Most of the swelling had gone down, and the cuts had healed. Seamus whistled under his breath.

“You’re a lot tougher than I first give ye credit for, Neville Longbottom.”

An: As expected, I can't post as frequently this month, but I will do my best! Thank you all for your faithfulness!

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KellyBear Comet aka Fred K/O Fred's Last Laugh Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: ♥Lovin' Ottery Posts: 2,252 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nynevah de Wynter	Seamus Ottery's Editor-In-Chief Resident Heartbreaker Neville slept through all of that night and most of the next day, waking only when Hannah, Ginny and Seamus stopped in to bring him something to eat. He had hoped to see Luna but knew she must be resting and recovering as well. “He really did a number on you, Neville.“ said Seamus, looking both impressed and revolted all at the same time. “Imagine he’s not going to be too pleased to see you’ve got out.” “Luna made sure Crabbe will take the credit for it when he does realize I’m not only still alive, but free.” Neville said, attempting to make light of the situation. Seamus grinned wickedly, no doubt hoping Crabbe would get back some of his own for last time he'd given Seamus "detention". “Hey, guess what?” Seamus asked, suddenly excited. “Potterwatch will be on the wireless tonight!” “What time?” Neville tried to sit up, but Seamus pushed him back down on the cot. “Whoa there, mate. You’ve got plenty of time to rest. It won’t be for hours, yet.” Neville lay back down reluctantly. It had been weeks since he’d last heard a broadcast. Now, more than ever, he yearned for news from outside. It gave him hope to know that elsewhere, others were fighting as well, that they were not alone. He fought against a wave of exhaustion. “Promise you’ll wake me, so I can hear it?” Neville asked. “Sure, Neville.” Seamus said, understanding in his eyes. The broadcasts meant a lot to all of them. Seamus was as good as his word, so Neville lay back and let sleep take him, leaving Seamus alone with his own thoughts. This year had been hard on Seamus not only because of the return of He Who Must Not Be Named and the Death Eaters, but because, for the first time, he had been without his best friend. He had thought that with Dean at his side, he could survive anything so when he’d found out Dean wouldn’t be returning to Hogwarts this year, he’d been devastated. He looked at the sleeping boy on the cot beside him. He owed Neville so much. Just when he had reached the end of himself and had decided that the only thing left to do would be to run away from Hogwarts, to find Dean or even Harry, knowing that it was suicide to even attempt it, Neville had called together Dumbledore’s Army. Not only had it given him purpose, but it helped to fill the loneliness that threatened to overwhelm him. He always listened to Potterwatch with a mixture of hope and dread. He longed for news of his family and his friends, of what was going on in the wizarding world outside, but when they recited the list of missing or dead, he found he could not breathe until they reached the very end, hoping no one he knew would be mentioned. As always, before a broadcast, he recited the names of those he loved. “Mam is fine. Dad is fine. Sis is fine. Dean is fine. Fergus is fine.” and so forth, on down the list, as though the mantra would keep them from harm. Neville stirred on the cot and Seamus paused in the ritual to look over at him. Thanks to Luna, Neville’s features were now recognizable if a bit discolored. Most of the swelling had gone down, and the cuts had healed. Seamus whistled under his breath. “You’re a lot tougher than I first give ye credit for, Neville Longbottom.” An: As expected, I can't post as frequently this month, but I will do my best! Thank you all for your faithfulness! __________________ Your flavour is strawberry. You're a sweet person and a Gryffindor at heart. You see risks and know they are just another part of life. You are loyal and hold your loved ones close, their happiness is your prize. ♥ Last edited by KellyBear; 11-13-2009 at 01:49 PM.