Chapter 6
(P.O.V Luna)
School was back. And guess what happened? Everything had gone wrong. EVERYTHING. Harry, Ron and Hermione weren't there and were in hiding. Well, at least Harry and Hermione, Ron had a bad case of dragon pox. Snape became the new headmaster after Dumbledore died! I had always been a bit suspicious about him. The Carrows were driving everyone nuts, but Neville was being so brave! He kept on talking back to them and getting them annoyed. The Carrows kept on checking the common rooms each night so we couldn't stay up late there. One night I was the only one in my dorm as all the other girls were either in detention or making evil plans (ofcourse about annoying the Carrows) , and Hermione was in hiding. So I knocked on Neville's dorm. "Come in," he said. No one was there except for him. "Neville, don't you have any roomates, either?" I asked. "Nope. I share this with Harry and Ron." "Well... Mind if I spend the night here?" "Sure," he said. I quickly took a shower, and then realized I hadn't brought my towel into the bathroom. "Neville?" I called through the steam. "Yes, Luna?" "Can you hand me my towel from my suitcase?" "Ok, gimme one second." I heard him rummaging through my suitcase and then he stopped. There was an awkward silence. I giggled. I knew he had found my pink polka dot bra, which I had packed on the top. He finally found my towel and I changed into my night clothes. I got into the bed next to Neville and shut the light. "Good night, Neville." "Good night, Luna." and almost instantly, I heard snoring.
(P.O.V Neville)
"Mr Longbottom? Mr Longbottom! Wake up!" I opened my eyes slowly, annoyed. I could feel Luna's warmth next to me, and hear her soft snoring. Outside, it was dawn, and I could see the snow of December glistening on the ground. "Mr Longbottom... Please put on your robes and come with me," I heard Professor Flitwick squeak again. I was so tired I didn't even ask why I was being awoken at this time. When I was dressed, I looked at Luna. "She can stay," said Flitwick. "Now... You're old enough to Apparate, right? We have to go to Godric's Hollow... On the count of three. One, two, three, let's go!" Why were we going to Godrics Hollow? Well, it was where I lived. But before I could ask, we were gone. We landed in the graveyard, and it was snowing hard. Flitwick led me to one of the graves, and immidiately I got startled. Had something happened to my parents? But when I came closer, I saw it. My heart tore into 2. There it was, my grandmother's name. My knees crumpled. "Professor Flitwick... Is my grandmother... Dead?" Flitwick looked up at me, even though I was on my knees. "Yes... i'm afraid so." The word rattled through my head... Dead, dead, dead, dead... I saw something move in front of me. There was a girl and a boy, that looked incredibly like Harry and Hermione, but I really didn't care right now. The whereabouts of Harry Potter were not my problem. I just sat there and cried and cried, until Professor Flitwick had to Apparate me home.
