hey new reader...this is simply cute...i loved your fiction...waiting for more...Neville and Hanna are so cute...

Students streamed into the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast, but the happy chatter and joyful celebrations of years past were nowhere to be seen. The raucous holiday mood would have been a perfect cover for Neville and Hannah as they tried to slip in unnoticed, but it was too much to hope for in the somber and fearful atmosphere that lay over Hogwarts now.

“No chance we’ll make it back to the Common Room unnoticed in this crowd.” whispered Neville, quickly shoving the sacks under his robes. He’d lost so much weight in the last few months that there was ample room.

Neville and Hannah matched the slow, shuffling gait of the crowd making it’s way in to the Feast. So absorbed was he in trying to look hopelessly melancholy, that he did not notice Luna beside him until she took the seat next to him at the Gryffindor table.

“Luna, you’re not supposed to be here!” Neville said in a harsh whisper.

“No one is watching, everyone is either looking at the ground or at their hands. What do you suppose they are watching for?” Luna said.

“The professors will be watching Luna. Snape will be watching,” Neville whispered, his tone injecting the name with venom, “and we don’t want him forming any suspicions.”

Luna sighed. “I’ve missed you, Neville, and I’ve been wanting to talk to you. It’s sad that the silly rules force the very separation that the professors speak against.”

For a moment, Neville did not know what to say. Her words warmed him and more than anything, he wanted her to stay. But caution overruled his heart.

“Luna, please, you must go back to your table. Meet me later, after the Feast, ok?” Neville asked, pleading in his voice.

Luna smiled and nodded. Without another word, she got up and left for the Ravenclaw table. Neville found himself smiling after her, but when he turned around he found that he wasn’t the only one watching Luna. Hannah stared after her as well, wearing a pensive frown.

Neville glanced up at the head table. Professor Snape had not arrived and no one seated there seemed to notice Luna’s breach of decorum. Neville sighed in relief and glanced up at the magicked ceiling which reflected the deep blue velvet of the night sky. Glittering stars began to appear and he marveled that such beauty still existed in a world gone so wrong.

Professor Snape was the last to arrive. He spared not so much as a glance at the students assembled, but settled himself stiffly into the Headmaster’s chair, signaling the start of the Feast.


♥An: This post is dedicated to my little chocolate bonbon.

aw...that was sweet...hm... Hanna is not liking Neville and Luna together...waiting for more...

So, welcome, new readers! I hope you stay and enjoy the story.


Congratulations, Otty. Yours was the 100th post!!


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The Feast was only a shadow of it’s former glory. In fact, there was no real Feast at all, since the meal before them did not differ from any other meal in any way. Neville could feel the students morale drop even lower, though he did not know how that were possible.

Apparently, the professors had expected something more as well, judging from their ever more sour expressions and the scathing glances they gave Snape. Neville sighed again and began to eat.

The Hall was silent save for the scraping and clinking of cutlery and dishes and the hushed shuffling of feet and robes. No one spoke. Impotent frustration and seething anger formed an almost palpable miasma that hung over the students heads like a cloud of smoke. Neville tried to eat if only to keep up his strength but the churning in his stomach made it nearly impossible. He kept his head down and his eyes on his plate but inside he felt like screaming and the urge was growing more powerful by the second.

Suddenly, a high pitched whistle broke the silence. At first, it appeared to be coming from a long way off. Some of the students stirred, looking around. Most were so lost in their inner turmoil that they did not appear to notice.

Then the night sky exploded.

An: For Harita, who is reading...

aw...thank you...Kelly...that was nice...waiting for more...lol..."i must say i am asking too much of you Harry,once again"- Albus Dumbledore to Harry
"i must say i am asking too much of you Kelly,once again"-Harita to Kelly...lol...

KellyBear, I sure hope writing is in your future plans, because you are superfantabulously talented!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!! I can't pick out a single thing I like most in these last posts, because I love each and every word. Thank you for takeing the time to make me feel welcomed as a friend, cause I know Mommies have a 24 hour day, and this takes time away from your day. Thank you, again, and I will look forward to your next post.

I love your descriptive skillz. Way to set a scene too. Makes me think maybe I'm a lazy writer ...


Somehow I thought Hannah would do more than look out ...


That totally PWN'd I'm totally stealing that idea I mean ... sounds like a Weasley Twin thing

That just begs of understatement sorry ...

Wouldn't that have then made them targets of the Death Eaters? Are you planning to resolve this in your story? Will the twins suffer a similar fate as in DH? *I am that annoying reader*


It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas ... you know I hate Halloween and Thanksgiving

OMG! Can you say, "flirt" cuz Hannah's a total flirt Cute, very cute.

I'd say long live the revolution in French but this isn't the French forum so lemme just say *Teddy stops Otty* Yeah, for that we'd need to be in the Spanish forum I guess ... uhm, go Neville! *fires the cannons* Seriously though it's cool that Neville cares so much ... you write him very well Kelly. He's not the knight-in-shinning armor cliche but he's not a loser either ... he's just ... an average guy trying to save the world. How cute.

Hmm, I like what's going on here. Especially Ginny taking the leadership reins and sharing them with Neville, or at least not just sitting in the background and waiting for approval. I also love how you keep hinting at this massive thing but then don't say what cruel but makes me want to read more ... and lastly ... seriously, could you make this more tantalizing?


It's scary how smart this girl is But that's a good thing, no? *Would hate to be a Death Eater*

Seriously, shut up! Could you make me want to read this story more? Probably. So ... that's all for now ... don't want to catch up too soon then I'll have nothing to read. So ... I'll go back to fighting facebook or reading GwtW.

I'm off ...

Oh, but I have thought of everything, mah Sweet...After all, it wasn't the Weasley's, was it? And, as they can't be in Diagon Alley and Hogwarts at the same time, they have nothing to fear, true? Yes, I am evil....

You're nearly caught up!!

I need to get the next scene posted!!

Crimson fire shot across the sky. The professors were on their feet in an instant, running toward the entrance.

“Stop!” Snape’s voice reverberated around the Great Hall. No one moved.

The Carrows had come to a halt near Neville. He could see fear and panic on their faces and could only wonder at what they thought might be happening.

“Fools! Stay here and guard the entrance to the Great Hall! The rest of you, follow me!” and Snape led the professors out of the Great Hall.

The Carrows put on a show of snarling and bravado, snapping at the students to shut up and stay seated, stunning anyone who dared move. Neville had seen their fear, however, and he felt nothing but contempt for them, now.

Overhead, the shower of crimson fire faded and Neville dearly hoped that this was only the beginning. He wasn’t disappointed. A vortex of golden sparks whirled overhead, almost lazily at first, sparks from a flame carried lightly on the wind. Then they began to spin faster, and faster still, becoming a golden cyclone. Red and green sparks flew at it from below, and Neville guessed that these were spells cast by the professors outside. The dazzling cyclone only spun faster, and the sparks ricocheted wildly.

From the center of the vortex came a high deafening screech, the sound of a hundred tormented banshees, each ghastly shriek louder than the last until the students were nearly under their tables in an effort to escape it.

Then with one last wild call, a blazing phoenix burst from the center of the golden vortex, shattering it into a thousand sparks. The phoenix’s fiery wings spread wide as it flew straight upward until it filled the whole of the spelled ceiling, blocking out the night sky completely.

Alecto Carrow spoke then, her voice small and quavering.
“Dumbledore.”

Green sparks spiraled up from the ground, taking on the shape of a serpent coiling around the phoenix. It reared it’s emerald head, preparing itself to strike. The phoenix let out another deafening shriek, and attempted to free itself with a mighty beat of it’s wings, but the serpent held it fast in it’s glowing coils.

The phoenix opened it’s beak wide as if to cry out again and the serpent struck, fangs dripping silver sparks. Neville gasped as the serpent’s head disappeared into the fiery maw of the phoenix! The serpent writhed in a desperate attempt to free itself but in the end, the phoenix consumed it completely.

The phoenix then gave out a victorious cry and the students were on their feet, cheering! The Carrows seemed to sense that this was a battle already lost and shrunk back toward the door, making no effort to stifle the rejoicing.

Neville felt himself bursting with pride and hope. He searched the crowd for Ginny and found her smiling at him, her face flushed and triumphant.



An: This post is dedicated to my wild summer girl, the Strawberry Princess and Watermelon Queen.

Wow again! Hoo-ray for Ginny, Hoo-ray for Neville, Hoo-ray for the D.A. and Hoo-ray for justice at last. Hope you don't get tired of hearing this, but that was totally awesome! Keep em com'en. (tune to Hogwarts Anthum) :party4: :party4: Everybody now sing it, "Don't Worry Be Happy" (sorry, can't acknowledge the auther, don't know who it is) but, still:party4:

Oh Neville you're a love ♥. Seriously, he's too cute. Makes you hate the Carrows doesn't it? Just randomly selecting students and oh I don't know, torturing them?

The Halloween Feast sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun, doesn't it? Poor Neville, but doesn't he know? Curiosity killed the cat or spilled the milk which caused someone to cry over it who chased the dog, who followed the cat who ate the mice that lived in the house that Jack built.

Neville is such a cute dork I really don't know how to interpret this except to say, Neville you're a sly dog you ... too bad we don't have a doggie smilie. but we do have this

Now that is classically heroic Neville. Long suffering and sad. Poor thing, it isn't his fault that Hannah got tortured. It seemed kind of random actually or are the Carrows closer to discovering the DA than we know? Now that's a scary thought ... do tell, Kelly, do tell.

Speaking of Peeves, where's Peeves? I think I'm going to write a one_shot about Peeves, he gets no love you know. Poor Peeves, what's a poltergeist to do?

This Neville is love. This: is a Random Teddy Quote: Chuck Norris can lead a horse to water AND make it drink.

But seriously, he's too cute. The angsty pangs of love ♥ ... sounds like an article of clothing, no? Love is a many splendoured thing Neville ... I wonder what Gran would say though you chasing after two girls ... you sly dog you.

This reminded me of Harry in year 3 for some reason I don't know ... Harry was a sly one, too. I wonder what Harry is doing now? Tell us Kellybear, tell us. Harry/Ginny 4ever

Poor Neville. Ginny really does lead the DA doesn't she? Too much girl for one poor boy to handle. Sorry, Nevs.

Yeah, that came out of nowhere ... I really didn't see that one coming. Nice shot!

Seamus is a gossip, and you know it. Shouldn't he be hanging out with Dean more? I dunno ... Seamus is love ♥ now if he would just get a bigger role in this story that would be lovely.

I can't believe it's been over a year now ... and she's still beautiful. If a bit of a brat like her mum.

Of course she looks like me I'm her daddy if she wasn't asleep right now I'd hug her and squeeze her and name her George and ... but :shh:

Overhead, the phoenix had grown larger still and began to burn more brightly. It’s radiance filled the whole of the hall, causing the students to shield their eyes. With a screech, it burst into a million red and gold sparks that rained down on the castle.

The sparks turned to ash as they settled. Neville sighed a little, disappointed that it was over, but then the ashes flew together into a swirling vortex that began to burn again with golden fire. From every direction, Red and gold sparks flew across the sky, a meteor shower run amok.

In the midst of this fire storm, the swirling golden cyclone spun rapidly once more, and the phoenix burst forth from it’s center, reborn! It gave an ear-shattering cry and flew off across the grounds, but the shower of stars across the sky continued. Alecto screamed and Neville turned just in time to see her send a curse toward the enchanted ceiling.

Whether she had hoped to end the enchantment, and thus block out the view, or if she had simply snapped and could bear the sight of the phoenix--and what she feared it portended--no longer, no one ever learned. With a thunderous CRACK! she was struck down. Amycus cried out and knelt beside her, fearing her dead.

“I don’t think it liked that very much.” Luna said, once again at Neville's side.

“What?” said Neville, perplexed.

“Hogwarts castle. I think it felt she was attacking it.”

Neville had no time to contemplate this as the heavy doors of the Great Hall banged open at that moment, admitting a large group of Death Eaters.

One of them looked at Alecto’s prone form with distaste. “Amycus, who did this?”

Amycus did not seem capable of ceasing his blubbering long enough to answer, until a burly Death Eater kicked him in the stomach. “Answer!”

Amycus jumped to his feet, wand out, but seemed to realize a moment later that he was outnumbered. He lowered his wand and licked his lips.

“Well, you see…” Amycus began, then his eyes met Neville’s. Amycus bared his teeth and Neville realized he was not only looking Amycus in the eye, but was giving him a look of utmost loathing. Too late, he dropped his eyes.

“It was him.” Neville heard the lie, the terrible pronouncement, and went cold. Any second now, they would kill him, he was certain of it.

“It was not! She tried to hex the ceiling!” Luna cried

Amycus strode across the room to Luna and slapped her. “Mouthy little…I know what I saw!”

A tall blonde Death Eater was eyeing Amycus speculatively. “Take them both to the dungeon.” she snapped at Filch and he rushed forward to comply.


He grabbed Neville and Luna and pushed them ahead of him toward the heavy doors. Neither of them gave any resistance. At this point, Neville was simply grateful to still be alive. As they passed the knot of Death Eaters, he saw the tall blonde nudge Alecto with the toe of her shoe.

“She’s not dead. Get her to the infirmary.” She said in a disinterested tone.

"Alecto screamed and Neville turned just in time to see her send a curse toward the enchanted ceiling." :evillaugh
:rules: Somebody wasn't paying attention when the, think before you act, lesson was taught.
See, this is one of the mistakes the GoF movie got wrong. The ceiling is enchanted and Mad Eye (imposter) cursed the lightening in the ceiling. I thought he should have been laid out just like sweet sister was.
You got it right Kelly, and I commend you for it. :cheerpyr:

YAY for you!! this story has been fantastic!! I am not even sure if I have commented thus far... but i definitely subscribed... Yeah, anyhoo! Bravo!!

Fantastic...ones...really cool...like how you described the fireworks and the re-emergence of the phoenix from the ashes...waiting for more...is this a N/L shipper or N/Hanna shipper?lol...anyways waiting...

Doesn't it always? *is chilly right now*

I think I'm in love with Mildred Velch Seriously, I loved the description of her, very HP like, and Neville getting sick is too cute and very in character.


What a witch. Tough but a witch. I mean I'm all for girl power but dang girlfriend Neville's a sweetie what did he do? Her piggish eyes ...

Curious indeed. Who ever could it have been? I suspect everyone

Where's the fun in knowing where you're going? LOL I think not knowing makes writing the story so much more fun and there's the whole panic because you haven't posted in a while too you know? Adds to the fun.

They traded Seamus for Ernie? No fair. I liked the old trio, but I can see the romantic triangle angle of it.

Neville is so romantic *sighs* I like how you described her cheeks. I like that he's looking at her with eyes of love ♥ this is so cute ... you need more romance in your story though ... more love please. Heck I need more love. I think I'm going to write some love stories ... just love. Neways, her looking delicately makes it soooooooooooooooooo adorable.

All of that was very descriptive and brilliantly written. It's nice to see Neville coming to the wrong conclusion. It can't be helped because he doesn't know the things we know and ... it just makes it so much more interesting, doesn't it? Still, a cold anger always frightens me more than a hot lashing one. You can douse a fire before it gets out of control as dangerous as it is, but a cold fury will strike suddenly without warning. Neville is dangerous.

Moderation in all things except love and chocolate. But whatever. I also say dam the torpedoes and shoot first ask questions later ... It just really depends on my mood at the time.

I do think you brilliantly balance all these elements both in your story and in real life *cough* but I digress. This story is coming along brilliantly. It's more together than my crazy sporadic fics, it's also not amateurish like a lot of fanfiction (especially on ff.net) it's lovely and it's going along brilliantly. I still don't know what's going on for Hallow's Eve but ... I'm sure it'll pwn. Keep it up.

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harita I'm not telling, you just have to keep reading. It's a secret, at least for a little while longer.

ginny37 Welcome, and thank you. I am truly flattered.

Connie It only makes sense and it worked brilliantly in the plot, too

Otty You've almost caught up! I think you will like the surprise, I'm only hoping it packs enough punch. As for the Ernie thing, remember that Ginny set up these teams. These weren't the regular groups. I almost changed it back to Seamus but I decided not to. Ginny ships N/H, btw but we'll see. I've always been partial to N/L. I already know how this story ends, and one of us won't be getting what we want. The question is, which one will it be?

"Connie It only makes sense and it worked brilliantly in the plot, too"
Yes, you are exactly right!
I think, if I can say my opinion, that Neville needs a girl like Hanna. Someone with both feet on the ground. I love Luna, but I think Neville would be spending all his time trying to figure out what she was talking about and never move onto candy and flowers. Just my opinion though, I'll be happy with whatever you decide, your a great artist the way you put your story together. Post when you can.

:luna: is love ♥ Seriously. That would be just like her ... I love that you can capture her essence, Luna is a tricky character for a lot of people who just write her as extremely off or stupid. But you hit it on the mark ♥.

Because that ever stopped anyone doing anything *loves on Neville & Luna*

They're watching for the signal to riot Luna! I wish they would. Again with the same praise for Luna, you write her very well.

It's these warm tender moments in between all the action that make the story, and I have to admit you have a talent for writing them, Kellybear. It's very sweet but at the same time it's also very ambiguous ... so it leaves us still wondering what Luna feels for Neville.



This does not bode well. Did I mention I love the romantic angst and the love triangle you've created with the whole Luna/Neville/Hannah thing going on ... if you'd have thrown in Ginny then it would have been my story & speaking of Ginny, where's Draco in all of this?

So the whole, 'how can there be beauty in such an imperfect world' argument is old and cliche but I'll give you points because I use it too sometimes. But, I have to agree I love the description of the night sky with the deep blue velvet ... *sings* Starry starry night paint your palette blue and grey ... before you ask, we have that song ... Vincent by the guy who did American :pie:

Well. I am a genius ... That's smilie hieroglyphic for *runningglomps*

I am officially one post behind ... and you thought you could stop me.

His voice is so commanding :simm:

ALEXANDER'S ROOM OF INFINITE POKEMONS *oops* I'm on Pokemon Indigo

You really know how to play the suspense card right, you do know that don't you?

All I can say is, very dramatic, very symbolic and I loved your descriptions. They were beautiful you'd almost think it was the fourth of July and you were taking inspiration

I just thought I'd quote the whole thing because honestly it was beautiful. The symbolism is apparent, the way you describe the battle is beautiful and the way the students and Neville are watching with baited breath ... the anxiety builds up and you play with the expectations of your readers and ... well it's just certifiably brilliant. Just like you *smoochies*

You mean the one who wouldn't let me finish reading this? That little angel? *smoochiesthebaby* She's too sweet when she's asleep.

Neville plodded ahead of Filch, not resisting exactly, but not in any hurry to reach their destination either. Luna strolled along, matching his pace, apparently absorbed in studying the portraits and accoutrements that hung on the castle walls. Filch had them each by the elbow and though he growled and grumbled, he didn’t seem in rush to reach the dungeons either.

This should have surprised Neville but it didn’t. When Umbridge left, Filch had sulked for months but he had eventually recovered to his former nasty self, railing at students and waxing warm about the “good old days“. When Dumbledore died, however, the life had seemed to go out of him and he’d seemed no more than a shadow, just one more ghost in the castle. Now, with Snape as Headmaster, he cowered and skulked, much like a beaten dog. The Death Eaters regarded him as filth and he spent most of his time just trying to stay out of their way, trying not to get kicked.

Down they went, passed the Slytherin Common Room, deep into the bowels of the castle. Filch’s lantern swayed crazily. It shone on one damp, moldy stone wall, then another, but the path before them remained indistinct in the ricocheting pools of light. Neville tried to peer ahead, to see what awaited them but it was no use. It was as though someone had used Peruvian Darkness Powder in the corridor ahead. Luna had taken a particular interest in the floor, and Neville wondered why she was staring at it so intently.

He looked at the floor but in the erratic light, he could make out nothing more interesting than sand and dirt on stone. He sighed and gave up trying to work out what might be going on in Luna’s mind. Her thoughts were like quicksilver and she always seemed to be three steps ahead, when she wasn’t just plain strange. He had always liked the way her mind worked, but he found it impossible to guess her thoughts.

“You, in here.” Filch shoved Luna into a hole that appeared suddenly in the stone wall next to them. The moment she was through, the wall resealed itself as though the opening had never been. Neville’s heart raced and he felt hopelessness begin to overwhelm him. How could they possibly escape? Were they to be left and forgotten?

The castle seemed to be pressing down on him from above. The stone walls seemed so close and the air seemed to be rushing out of the corridor. He squeezed his eyes shut and allowed Filch’s hand on his elbow to guide him. He needed to get control of himself. Claustrophobia in the dungeons would drive him mad, and he would not allow that.

“Here we are, then.” said Filch, pitching Neville through a wall that was no longer there. Neville scrambled to his feet, but the wall behind him had sealed itself shut. The room was no more than a stone box--no windows, no doors--and Neville had to beat back the claustrophobia once more.

Neville sat in the center of the room, closed his eyes, and pictured himself in a wide open field. In his imagination, he surrounded himself with hundreds of rare and beautiful plants. One by one, he began to study and catalogue them, saying their names aloud to fracture the encompassing silence. In this way, he set his mind free.





An: I was trying to let you catch up, Ottybear, but the story must go on This post however, is more of an interlude. It's a chance to catch your breath before...well, you'll see...

Ooooo... I love it!! PAMS

Hey Kelly, I was reading Ottery,s "Love Is The Music My Heart Dances To" when I got an e-mail notice that you posted. I'm enjoying it very much, but miss being able to post about it. I'm always ready to read on this story, as it is VERY GOOD READING! When you become a famous published auther, are you going to go under your real name? How will we, your fans, know it's you? I have to read your books, they'll be in my collection with "Harry Potter, The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, and Eragon. I'm sure Ottery's will be there too, but, this is your post. Neville did good not to panic. He'll do fine thinking on his plants, and shutting out his current situation . What's on Luna's mind? Is she going to conjure up a wind to gather up the sand and blast the wall away? Some ,"earthbending". I love "Avatar" do you? I'm sure she is planning on something. She's capable enough you think? Or, maybe she's just concerned she'll miss the pudding. You just don't know with her.

Connie, it's true you never know with Luna, but it won't take long to find out for sure Have you ever read Horatio Hornblower? In the beginning, the hero is always in the worst imaginable situation, but somehow, it all works out in ways you could never guess at, just when things look bleakest. I ♥ Horatio Hornblower.
Thank you sometimes I doubt my skill, but I keep plugging at it. Otty and I will be participating in NaNoWriMo. My penname is kbmccullar on the site and K B McCullar in rl. But you'll know it's me cuz I won't be able to stop shouting it from the rooftops

"Have you ever read Horatio Hornblower?"No, we followed the mini series on T.V. though. Steve and I really enjoyed them, and I agree with you, a truely epic adventure. I thought about getting the novel. Books are always better than movies. I'm sorry I didn't even notice the margin with the new Avatar. So, this is the same thing Ottery is doing as well? Good luck with it, and as I told him, take the time you need to do the best you can with it. I love your story, and I always check my e-mail when I turn on my computer to see if you 've posted right away. (Ottery's too) But, like I told him, take care of that first, and I'll wait till you can post more story here. Maybe you can drop a line and say how your doing now and then. Don't have time to put in all the cute smilie thingies, gotta run to Pizza Hut for supper. Catch ya later.