*I'm just borrowing Jo's stuff! Please review, no flames.

"Where is Potter?" shrieked a masked woman in black robes as she towered over the sobbing form of young girl. "Crucio!"

The girl screamed, her back arching as she writhed on the floor in agony. Her hair fanned out around her head as she thrashed on the dark marble. Her wails tore through the air as she tried to pull herself away from her cackling assailant.

"I don't know! I don't know! Please!" she pleaded, tears pouring down her face.

"Then you are worthless. Avada kedavra!"

The room was filled with a flash of bright green light as the girl's screams came to an abrupt stop.

Neville sat bolt upright in bed panting, the sheets soaked from sweat. Sunlight was streaming into his room, and the snow had accumulated idyllically in soft white clumps on the tree branches outside the window. It was a perfect winter day; the kind that he knew Luna loved so much. He shivered. That dream had been too real.

He rubbed the tears out of his eyes as he tried to convince himself that it was only a dream. You don't know what happened to her! She could be fine! He couldn't allow himself to think that she was already dead. That would help no one.

The woman in the dream- she was masked but Neville knew who she was. She was the one who had haunted his nightmares for sixteen years. He knew her cruel laughter anywhere.

He pushed himself slowly out of bed, and made his way down to the kitchen. Gran was already there frying up bacon and eggs.

"Morning Gran"

"Good morning dear," she said, glancing at him in concern. "Breakfast is on the table."
"Thanks Gran"

He sat down and quickly ate breakfast before standing up and retrieving his coat.

"I'm heading out, I'll be back soon," he called, before he stepped out into the fresh snow.

He lived in Shrewsbury with his Gran, and he knew the streets of the city like the back of his hand. He began walking down the small, cheerful streets lined with Tudor-style houses and shops. He didn't have any sort of destination in mind; he just wanted to move, to get out of that house. The quaint streets were relatively quiet this early in the morning, and Neville felt exposed and alone out in public like this. There were too few people around to give him any sort of safety guarantee, so he decided to get off the streets.

Pulling open the door on a local café he liked to visit during holidays, he encountered a rather pleasant surprise. Hannah Abbott was sitting at the counter, slowly stirring a cappuccino with a glum expression on her face. Her hair was braided in two long, blonde braids, and she had a black and yellow striped Hufflepuff scarf draped around her neck, though this was the only piece of clothing that did not fit into the thoroughly muggle setting.

"Hannah!" He called out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

She started at the words and looked up, her eyes wide and fearful and her hand jumping to her coat pocket, which undoubtedly held her wand stored away, just out of sight.

"Oh, Neville, it's just you," she said, relaxing but not removing her hand from her pocket "Come, sit." She beckoned him over to the stool next to him.

"Are you ok Hannah?" He asked cautiously, taking a good look at her for the first time. Her eyes had dark circles underneath them and her face was pale as if she hadn't slept in days.

"Before I answer that, what was the first spell we learned in the D.A.?" said Hannah, her eyes flitting between Neville's eyes suspiciously.

"Expelliarmus. Hannah I don't understand what that's got to do with-"

"I had to check. I don't put much faith in coincidences these days." She said as she released her grip on her wand and resumed her melancholy stirring of the coffee.

It wasn't really too big of a coincidence that they would meet here. They both grew up in Shrewsbury, after all, and they had been playmates when they were young. Neville didn't know Hannah that well, and besides the D.A., they had hardly any contact outside of classes once they started Hogwarts.

Neville nodded. "Better safe than sorry, especially nowadays. Excuse me, could I have a cappuccino as well?" he said to the barista who had been looking at him expectantly. She nodded and went off to make his drink and Neville turned back to Hannah. "How are you doing with, you know…" he trailed off lamely.

"I'm- I'm ok I guess…" but when Neville gave her a skeptical look, she continued. "Well, no I'm not. I'm worried about her, Neville. We don't know where she is, we don't know who has her and we don't even know if she's still alive!" Neville winced at the last comment, but Hannah didn't notice.

"They're going to keep her alive, at least for a while. There's no point in a dead hostage," said Neville in a deadpan voice. He was trying to convince himself as much as her. Luna had been missing for three days now and none of them knew anything except that she was taken to control her father. Neville closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to try and ward off the migraines he had been plagued with since the train.

"But what if they think she knows where he is?" Hannah said. She didn't need to say the name for Neville to know what she meant by 'he'. There was only one person the Death Eaters wanted that badly. The Death Eaters knew she had been in the Department of Mysteries that day, but they couldn't think Harry had told her where he was. No, they wouldn't. If they thought she knew anything… Neville shuddered at the thought, remembering the images that were haunting his dreams. Luna tortured, Luna begging for mercy, Luna dead on the floor.

"We shouldn't be talking about that here," He said looking around the café suspiciously. Hannah nodded and they sat in silence for a few minutes, quietly sipping their coffee.

Hannah had left school after her mother died the November before last, and hadn't returned until the mandate required her presence at the start of this year. Something about her had changed in her absence. She no longer flitted about the castle in joyful naïveté. Neville wasn't even sure when he had last heard her giggling with friends around the castle. She had lost the innocent gleam in her eyes that had defined her for so long, as had so many others. She had returned a much more hardened and determined person. She had been forced to grow up quickly; they had all been forced to grow up quickly.

"Neville, how much sleep have you been getting? You look exhausted."

"A- a bit," he said evasively, taking sudden interest in his coffee. He tried to push the image of Luna dead on the floor out of his mind. She gave him an accusatory look, and his eyes began to prickle with tears.

"I know that I'm not sleeping, so I can't imagine you are either. I keep hearing her screaming on the train…" she trailed off, lost in thought.

He met her concerned eyes but looked away quickly. He couldn't bring himself to tell her just how much the encounter with Bellatrix had shaken him. His mind was buzzing with all the burdens he so wanted to share with her. He wanted to ask her how he and Ginny could keep the D.A. up and running, how he was going to tell Seamus, how he would deal with Seamus once he had told him. He wanted to ask her how he could keep some semblance of composure when he eventually faced the smug and arrogant Carrow siblings who were posing as professors. He wanted to tell her about the images tormenting his dreams.

But he couldn't share these burdens with anyone. He trusted her more than he trusted most, but he still couldn't bring himself to share any of this with her. He had always played his cards close to the vest, and now was no different. He settled for a less difficult topic of discussion.

"Snivellus needs to be taken down a peg," he said with a false cheer in his voice as he tried to change the subject abruptly. Ginny had called Snape by that rather derogatory nickname early on in the year, and it had become very popular among the members of the D.A. Hannah flashed him an irritated look.

"Don't change the subject. You look terrible and Ginny tells me you haven't replied to her or Seamus's owls. I know you're worried sick about her. I am too, but you can't just ignore them."

"It's just... I can't."

"Can't what?"

"I have nothing to say to them! I can't put anything of value in writing, I can't tell Seamus until we get back after holiday, we all agreed on that," he said, putting his coffee cup back on the saucer with shaking hands.

"I know that, Neville. You think I've been putting anything other than the weather and what my cat has been doing in my letters? Because I haven't. We've been writing back and forth about nothing for days, and it's not to actually tell each other anything of value!"

"Then what's the point?"

"The point is to make sure everyone is alright! That no one's gone and got themselves arrested or killed!" She hissed, narrowing her eyes. "I was on my way to check on you now, actually."

"You were?" He said, surprised by this revelation.

"Yes I was, I was worried that you couldn't respond to their letters, not that you wouldn't. Look, everyone's worried about Luna enough; you don't need to add to their worry."

"All right, all right!" he said holding up his hands in surrender. "I didn't think-"

"That's obvious," she snapped. There was a pause before she sighed put her head in her hands. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was rude. I'm just so scared, Neville. I'm just so absolutely terrified for all of them. Luna, Dean, Justin, Dennis and Colin. And those three, of course."

"Me too."

They sat in silence for a while after that. Neither one wanted to go home, but they had nothing left to say.

"I'd best be off," Hannah said once the barista began to shoot them dirty looks for not ordering more coffee. She pulled out a ten pound note and set it on the counter, figuring that it was a more than generous tip. Neville did the same. Carrying around muggle money as well as wizarding money was habit for both of them, living in such close proximity to muggles. "Take care, Neville," she said as she turning abruptly and leaving the café, but not before he noticed glistening tear tracks on her blotchy red cheeks.

"Hannah wait!" he rushed out the door after her into the cold winter's day, but she had already disappeared.

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, and began trudging home, watching the snow at his feet and not paying much attention to where he was going. He bumped into a rather tall, muscular man.

"Sorry about th-" he stopped talking and his stomach clenched in fear. The man was dressed in expensive- looking black robes and wore a haughty expression over his regal features topped with black slicked back hair. Neville had only met the man once before, but he knew the man's face from dozens of wanted posters and flashes of his earliest, worst memory.

Rodolphus Lestrange regarded him coolly, a brutish smirk spreading across his face. "Neville Longbottom, is it? You look remarkably like your mother…" Neville stiffened at the casual reference to his mother's fate. He slowly slid his hand into his pocket and withdrew his wand. "You don't want to try that, boy. You might end up just like ol' mum and dad if you're not careful." Neville was shaking with rage.

"What do you want?" he demanded, glaring straight into the bastard's eyes. He refused to give Lestrange the satisfaction of seeing just how terrified he was. Lestrange chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"I've been to see your Grandmother," he said, pausing to see the effect this had on Neville, who paled at his words. "Oh don't worry, she's alive, for now. I was looking for you, anyways. I'm here to do the Carrows a favour. I heard you've been giving them a fair bit of trouble, is that right, boy?" When Neville didn't respond but only continued to glare at him defiantly, he continued.

"You'll only get one warning from me. Either show professors Snape and Carrow some respect, or end up in the loony bin with your parents. And I will put you there myself. You hear me?"

Neville just glared at him, well aware that he was in no position to fight the man in the middle of the empty muggle street. He was alone, cornered, and if he failed in a duel, Gran would be killed. He had made that much clear. Best-case scenario would end with him in a cell in Azkaban. Maybe he would see Luna there.

"I asked you a question." Lestrange said.

"I'm aware." Neville snarled.

Lestrange gave cold glare before pivoting on the spot and disapparating away into the cold air with loud crack. Neville waited a few moments to be sure he wasn't returning before sprinting the rest of the way home.

When Neville reached the house he felt some relief that there was no Dark Mark hovering over the roof, but wasn't altogether reassuring to him. He knew better than anyone that death was not the only terrible thing that can happen to a person.

"Gran?" he called as ran through the empty doorway where splinters of the door littered the floor. "Gran? Where are you?" When there was no response he began to panic. He dashed into the kitchen where he saw his grandmother crumpled on the floor, wand still clutched in her hand. There was a shattered teacup on the floor, and chairs had been knocked over by what was clearly a struggle. Neville ran to her and felt for a pulse. It was strong, but slow. Ennervate. She opened her eyes slowly and looked around the chaotic room.

"Neville! Oh thank goodness you're all right," she stood slowly but seemed to be unharmed. "Are you all right?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. When he nodded, she turned her attention back to the devastated scene around them. With a wave of her wand the objects strewn across the floor zoomed back to their customary places and the teacup repaired itself, flying back up to the counter top.

"I'm fine, Gran. What did he do? What happened here?"

"I was in the kitchen making a cup of tea, and the front door was blasted apart. I couldn't get to my wand in time to protect myself. He came in and began threatening the most horrible things… he was looking for you but I told him you were at Hogwarts. He said he knew I was lying, and there was a fight. I don't know why he didn't kill me, but he just stunned me. The coward," she said, growing angrier by the second.

"Lestrange was sent by the Carrows to do their dirty work. He threatened me, that's all. Don't worry, Gran, nothing happened. I just can't be caught off-guard like that again." Neville hid his shaking hands from her view. He didn't want her to worry about him. He could take care of himself.

Suddenly he remembered his promise to Hannah, and he excused himself up to his room to write the letters.

He pulled out a quill and ink, but couldn't think of what to say. He couldn't mention today's events with Lestrange, or even meeting Hannah in the café. Anything remotely useful could be intercepted and used against them.

Dear Ginny, he hesitated. Would a letter put her in more danger? Had she gotten a visit from a Death Eater too? He pushed these thoughts out of his head and began writing.

I hope this letter finds you well. The weather has been nice here, with the exception of a bitterly cold snowstorm. Only two days until Christmas! Be safe, Neville

He looked it over. There was nothing of any substance in the letter, but like Hannah said, the words were not the reason for the letters. It was the reassurance that they were all still alive. He wrote similar letters to Seamus and Ernie before sending them off with his tawny owl, Barnabas. He returned downstairs, where Gran was fitting in a new front door. She handed him a small gold key.

"The door will only open to this key and my key, so don't lose it. Nowhere is safe anymore."

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The following days were spent staying in the house and celebrating a quiet Christmas with his grandmother. He exchanged seemingly meaningless correspondence with his friends, and was always relieved when an owl would arrive from one of them. Owls flew in and out of the house several times a day, but Neville was glad for all of them, because they meant his friends had survived another day, which was not something to be taken for granted in times like these. He knew that he could have easily ended up dead when Lestrange came visiting.

Neville was not surprised when an old barn owl came soaring through the open window and collapsed on the table in front of him. Errol was flying far too much for a bird his age. Neville tore open the letter, expecting to find another note on the weather and was shocked by the urgency of the words scrawled hastily on the parchement.

Neville-

Get over here now! There's news… I can't say in writing, just get over here!

~Ginny

"Sorry Gran, I have to go see someone, I'll be back before dark," he said, not sure if he would be able to keep that promise.

"Neville Frank Longbottom you are not going anywhere. It's Christmas day, that time is for family!" Gran said as she tried to hide her fear behind a mask of anger. Neville showed her the letter.

"What if it's about Luna? Or Harry? Or Ron? I have to go, Gran," he avoided eye contact as he said this. He knew that she was still reeling from the attack days prior, and guilt welled up inside of him. She gave a curt nod and walked out of the room.

Neville went out into the cold and walked out onto the street before apparating to the village of Ottery St. Catchpole. He walked for a good half an hour before he reached the door of the Burrow. It was decorated for Christmas time, but the cheeriness of the decorations did nothing to pierce through the gloom that had settled around the country for months. Neville approached the door and knocked.

"Who's there?" a girl's voice called out.

"Neville Longbottom," he said. The door swung open and Ginny threw her arms around his neck before inviting him in. She was paler than usual, and he noticed her hands were shaking slightly as they walked into the kitchen where several people were gathered around a small wireless, listening intently. No one looked up as they entered the room.

"What's going on?" he said, turning to Ginny questioningly.

"Come on, we'll talk in the living room," she said, leading him out into a smaller, but empty, room. "Neville… something happened in Godric's Hollow last night. There was an attack. Bathilda Bagshot- you know, the woman who wrote the History of Magic textbook- was found dead, but it looks like she's been dead for months. There was an explosion and a fire, and You-Know-Who was spotted near the house. They're saying flowers were found on the Potter's graves. I think Harry was there, Neville. It had to be him!" she said, twisting a lock of hair around her finger nervously as he had seen her do so many times this year.

"That's good, it means he's alright! If he died they would try to make sure everyone knew- it would be very public," his excitement was building as he took in the news. This was proof, as he saw it, that Harry was alive and still fighting! He stopped when he saw the upset look on Ginny's face. "Gin? What-"

"Fred says that if You-Know-Who has found out that Ron is with them, we'll have to go into hiding. We won't know unless they come for us and even then it might be too late. Mum wants to pull me out of school anyways and have us all go into hiding, but Dad convinced her to let me stay, if I wanted. If I didn't come back the entire family would have to go undercover, and that would mean no more Potterwatch."

"What are you going to do?"

"Stay of course!"

"Ginny, you'd be so much safer if you didn't come back… they've been targeting you since day one and it's only going to get worse…" She scowled.

"I can take care of myself, thank you very much."

"I know I just-"

"I wouldn't abandon the D.A., Neville. Not with Luna gone."

"She isn't gone, she's alive!" he snapped. A heavy silence fell over them, and they stood there awkwardly for a few minutes, each of their minds on their missing friends. "Heard anything about Dean?"

"Yeah, actually, he's travelling with a group of wizards and goblins, last anybody heard," she said, clearly glad for the change in subject.

"When was that?" Neville asked apprehensively. Seamus was eager for news, but if that news were several months old, it would mean little to nothing about Dean's safety.

"A few weeks ago, around the fifteenth. I suppose Seamus will be glad to hear something new," Neville sighed, not looking forward to breaking any of the news to Seamus. Seamus didn't need attract any more attention to himself; Neville wasn't sure if he would survive it- especially not the way detentions were looking these days.

"So… how have your holidays been?" Ginny fumbled around for a new topic awkwardly. Neville hesitated. He had hoped to avoid this particular subject.

"They've been… quiet I guess," he said looking at his feet. He was a terrible liar, and Ginny knew it. She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Ginny-"

"Neville tell me."

He sighed. "Rodolphus Lestrange… he came by the other day."

"WHAT?" she shrieked. "And WHY exactly did you not mention this earlier?"

"I didn't think it was important at the time-"

"NOT IMPORTANT?" She was livid, and her ears were turning magenta as she shouted at him. "What the BLOODY HELL do you mean 'not important'?"

The talking in the kitchen had gone quiet and Neville was uncomfortably aware that the others were listening in.

"Ginny keep your voice down, they can hear us," he hissed, shooting her a glare.

"Don't you DARE tell me to keep my voice down, Neville Longbottom. What happened? And do NOT try to leave anything out. You are a horrible liar," she said. Nevertheless, she returned to a normal volume.

"It was nothing, I swear! Look, he just showed up one morning, I had gone for a walk and I ran into him on the street. He had just come from my house- apparently the Carrows sent him to threaten me to behave. The cowards," he spat.

"He was at your HOUSE?" her voice jumped an octave on the last word.

"He broke in when I was out. He caught Gran off-guard; otherwise he wouldn't have survived the attempt. He won't get away with it forever," Neville finished bitterly. He would never forget what that monster did to his parents.

"Is your gran… is she…?"

"She's fine, she was just a bit shaken up. He asked her where I was and she said I stayed at Hogwarts, but he knew she was lying. He stunned her and left, but it could have been so much worse."

They stood silently for a while after that.

"Neville…" Ginny hesitantly broke the silence. "What did he threaten you with?"

Neville sat down on the nearest chair and put his head in his hands. It was all too much. What if it really was too dangerous? Would it be selfish to keep going with the D.A.? Would the Carrows actually send Lestrange to torture him to insanity like he did his parents? A frustrated tear squeezed its way out of his closed eyes, but he quickly wiped it away.

"Neville?" she asked gently.

"What do you think he threatened?" he said quietly. "He said he would kill Gran, and put me in Mungo's right next to my parents," his voice shook with anger.

"Oh."

Silence fell once more. After a few minutes of standing awkwardly, Neville spoke again.

"I will kill him. I will kill that sick son of a bitch," a vicious snarl twisted Neville's usually cheery features. Ginny stared at him, lost for words. She was, however, saved from having to respond by an interruption right at that moment.

A haggard and weary-looking Remus Lupin stepped through the door. His clothes were, if possible, more weatherworn then last Neville saw him. He had dark circles underneath his eyes and his face was pale with a five o'clock shadow just beginning to make an appearance.

"Professor?" Neville said in a surprised voice.

"Hello Neville. Ginny, your mother would like a word," he said, waiting until she left the room to continue speaking. When the door finally closed, he said, "Neville, what happened the other day?" Neville gaped at him. Lupin seemed to understand his confusion, however, so he said "Your grandmother contacted the Order immediately after the attack."

"Oh"

"So? What happened?" he pressed on, "Neville, the Order can help you if you're in danger, but we need to know what's going on."

"It's not me that I'm worried about."

"So what really happened?"

"I was walking home and I ran into him, quite literally. He… he threatened…" he paused, not sure how much he wanted to reveal of the encounter. "Well, he was sent by the Carrows to try and intimidate me."

"Neville I hate to have to say this, but I think you and Ginny really ought to tamp down the pranks," his eyes were filled with concern, but Neville was infuriated by his words.

"So you want us to just lay down and take it, then?" he said angrily. "I'm not going to do that! There are Death Eaters at the school, for Merlin's sake! You don't know what it's like there. They're having kids do unforgivables on each other for lessons!"

"I'm not asking you to stop entirely, only to use caution. They've already targeted you, and the only thing protecting you now is your blood status. These are dangerous people, Neville. They may not have killed any students yet, but only because they want to turn whomever they can to their cause. Once they realize they can't manipulate you…" he trailed off, but there was no need to finish his sentence.

"They'll kill me, or worse," Neville said bitterly. "I know that, Professor. But I can't let them keep doing what they've been doing, no matter the personal cost."

Lupin sighed, realizing the battle was lost. "Just… take care of yourself, Neville. Now come on, Molly made some pie that smells delicious, if we hurry."

As he entered the kitchen, he was struck not by what was there, but by what was not. Any trace of the Order's plans had been swept hastily off the table, and the kitchen was crowded, but not as crowded, as one would expect the Weasley's to be. The twins and Ginny were the only siblings home this holiday, and Mrs. Weasley had clearly compensated for the quiet Christmas with an overabundance of food. Neville looked around and half expected Ron to be sitting at the table pigging out while Hermione lectured him, and Harry flirted with Ginny. The tree stood in a corner, brightly wrapped packages sparkling underneath from the fairy lights spread through the tree's branches. It could almost be a regular Christmas, if you ignored the forced smiles, strained and not reaching their eyes. Lupin strode over to a very pregnant woman with bright pink hair and began having an animated conversation with her. Meanwhile, Fred and George sat at the far end of the table, whispering furiously with Ginny; they looked like they were arguing about something, and Ginny looked close to hitting them.

He caught snippets of their conversation as he moved towards their huddle.

"…Stand down… I won't…"

"…Not safe…"

"…None of your business what I do…"

Neville was just about to change his mind and sit nearer to Lupin when George- no- Fred stood up and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Ah, the man of the hour." He said loudly. "Come join the party." Fred's eyes narrowed.

"Er- I don't want to interrupt…"

"Nonsense! You aren't interrupting anything. Why don't you have a seat?" something in his tone told Neville that he was not asking.

Once he was seated next Ginny, George began speaking. It was clear that despite his soft tone, he was seething.

"Explain yourself."

Neville was baffled. "What?"

"Explain why you thought it was a good idea to drag kids into this."

"I'm not a kid, George" Ginny interrupted.

"Sixteen is a kid."
"You hypocrite! I didn't hear you complaining when the D.A. first started!"

"That's completely different! That was study group- we weren't planning on fighting a war on our own!"

"If the Order would help us we wouldn't be on our own!"

"The Order can't just storm the school, it's too well protected, and you know that!"

"George, Ginny, shut it a minute, Neville clearly has something to say." Fred said, nodding at Neville, who had indeed been trying to get a word in through the whole exchange.

"Look, we don't want this, but we haven't got a choice. The Carrows are ruthless- they make Umbridge look like a kind, reasonable woman. They were bullying the youngest kids the worst, and I'm worried that some of the first and second years especially are beginning to believe what they say about muggleborns and the Dark Arts. We formed for our own protection, and to keep spirits up. None of us take this lightly, but it's more important than ever to keep ourselves safe, and we have to look out for the younger years. No one under 3rd year is actually allowed in the D.A., for their own safety, and we figure the Carrows and Snape have only pegged a few of us, but they can't prove anything if we're careful."

"You don't look like you've been careful, either of you."

"These aren't from getting caught as D.A.", Neville said darkly.

"These are from refusing to curse other kids during class."

"So you haven't been caught with any D.A. stuff?"

"No! I mean, Seamus snuck out by himself once and got caught, but no one else has. Terry and Michael also figured out and brewed a batch of Veritaserum antidote, so we're all carrying a bit of that around just in case."

Fred and George seemed, for once, at a loss for words. At length, Fred asked how they were managing all of this in secret. Ginny rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a large gold coin.

"We're using the Galleon's again, thank God Hermione's a genius. Luna-", Neville felt a pang at the mention of her name, and something that flickered across Ginny's face when she said it made him know he wasn't the only terrified one, "-managed to make more for the new members, but we made some as Knuts and some as Sickles so it won't be suspicious that so many of us have the same coin."

"Look, I'm glad you're being careful, but I don't want to see you really hurt. Is there any way you could hook up our old ones to yours so that we know you're…?" George trailed off, but they all knew that he was going to say 'alive'. Neville pulled out two silver Sickles and handed them over to the twins.

"I always have one or two extra just in case." He glanced down at his watch. "I should probably get going."

"Just promise me one thing first, Neville. Promise me you'll look out for Ginny."

"Why does everyone think that I'm completely magically inept?" Ginny's ears began to turn red again.

"We all look out for each other. I promise." He got up and said his good-bye's quickly before heading home, hoping he could keep his promise to look out for Ginny, and trying to push out the little voice that kept reminding him that he didn't look out for Luna.