Neville
A whirlwind of news started to pick up after the alleged attack on Harry Potter, escalating into the next propaganda scene for the Ministry. Neville was disturbingly appalled by the sudden report of dementors, he wasn't worried or as dirstaught as before, however, he couldn't seem to relax. His grandmother insisted that he not go out, pretentious of the situation. That came the guilt of having to cancel on Dahlia: they were supposed to meet on the fourteenth of August to get their school supplies. Alternatively, his gran would go out herself and get the necessities. He's thankful, nonetheless, that this happened after his meet up with Dahlia on his birthday. He quite frankly wasn't sure if he would have made it to the end of the summer without their star lit rendezvous.
Neville had written to Dahlia, stating the usual conversation in a rather brief manner, also being informed that the ministry might be intercepting owls. He had questioned how his grandma had come about this information, but didn't pursue any such query.
Dear Dahl,
Harry has been attacked by dementors, he is okay physically, I'm not positive on mentally. It's been broadcasted everywhere the past day and only seemed to worsen his status. My gran has made me cancel on our planned trip to Diagon Alley, cowardice in my option. I miss you and I'm sorry.
Love Neville.
3/8/95
She responded with a tone that he expected as he had given no details or further elaboration.
Dear Nev,
I'm glad Harry is alright, thank you for informing me, although being in the dark may have been refreshing. I suppose I should tell my parents about the event, but I would still have to get my school supplies, so I guess there is no point. I would rather they didn't worry and jeopardize mine and Nate's return to hogwarts. I miss you too, please be careful.
Love Dahlia.
4/8/95
The rest of the summer felt confused, almost as if it wasn't sure how it wanted to be perceived. The drought had leveled off, succumbing to a cold front. It matched heavily with the ambiance of the Wizarding World. He spent many of his days waiting for them to end. Or was it for them to truly begin?
Neville and Dahlia had exchanged no more words since her last letter. He supposed she might think something was wrong, but what else could he really say? He now spent most of his days outside, away from any concrete interactions, trying to camouflage in the wilderness. Wallowing in the presence of solitude. He would take his summer homework out and sit under the large tree that stretched their small yard, dowsing almost every square inch in a protective shade. The grass was still quite alive where no rays had hit it, juxtaposed against the grass in direct sun, scorched on every fiber.
It was lovely to sit where he had sat his whole childhood, commonly a refuge, spending hours away from his gran. Comforted in the large branches, escaping the confinement of the house. It calmed him from every intrusive thought.
Neville had made it all but one week; seven days, 10,080 minutes, 604,800 seconds before he could see Dahlia, one more week before he had the pleasure of diving back into the publicity of school. Without even the unreliable source of the Daily Prophet, he was almost as ignorant as any common muggle. Neville had his standings, obviously, he trusted Harry undoubtedly. Who would lie about their parents' killer returning to power? He knew he wouldn't.
After previous reflection, he had noticed that he wasn't as giddy as he originally felt he would be to return to school. He was excited, of course, but it didn't consume every thought as it did only eight weeks prior.
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When the Stars Align (Neville Longbottom)
Fanfiction'Before he could give it another thought, Dahlia had leaned up, kissing desperately close to his lips, the corners essentially overlapping. It was deep, lasting, her hands had found his neck, her fingertips grazing over his jaw. He leaned his head d...
