harry potter imagines

022.|| kiss it all better [n.l.] || songfic from he is we

Summary: Neville avenges his dead lover.

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[Battle of Hogwarts]

[Written in Third Person's Point of View]

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Her hands are so cold

And he kisses her face

And says, "Everything will be all right"

He noticed the gun

And his rage grew inside

He said, "I'll avenge my lover tonight"

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Neville knelt on the ground as he eyed the lifeless body of the love of his life. Her [Eye Colour] eyes wide open, hair and body sprawled on the marbled floor of the Great Hall. The Great Hall, once a happy and lively place, where students at the age span of eleven to seventeen chatted away and ate, where all the wizards first knew their right places in the wizarding school of Hogwarts. Now, the Great Hall is just like a morgue, where all the brave wizards' corpses are kept and mourned.

Full of cries, tears, sniffles, and pained screams.

That's what Neville heard everywhere. The cries were so loud that it also hurts him. The aura of the Hall is so melancholic that even all the happiness in the whole world combined together will turn into liquid, resembling the salty tears that are pouring out of his eyes.

He didn't even say he loves her, never said he adores her, he didn't even said anything. He didn't think about losing her. He already suffered a lot, you know. His parent's gone sanity, the constant understatement he received, the battle, and losing the one he only loves except his parents. The one he loves the romantic way.

Examining [Name], Neville noticed the multiple bite marks of a snake. It's Nagini, You-Know-Who's horcrux. The marks are deep, and scattered everywhere on her body. Merlin, he even saw her femur deep down her torn clothes, under the damaged muscles that are torn by that damned snake.

Breathing heavily, he bent down and placed a soft peck on his love's cold cheek. His warm, bloodstained lips came in contact with her frozen cheeks, sending chills down his spine, igniting some faint sparks that seemed to flicker just like her life.

Neville must justify this.

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It's been hours when [Name] died, yet the image of her corpse is still lingering in the boy's mind. He'll never forget it, it was the time when another loved one went gone and passed away. But this is not the time to weep for Neville. He's craving justice.

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Clutching the sword of Godric Gryffindor, he dragged himself along the ruined corridors of Hogwarts. He wants to stop, he was losing hope, yet he can't. He's so tired, his muscles are giving up on him, the dried blood on his body clung on him so tight that he felt that it's already his second skin. But he won't give up, he had been through worse.

The constant insults of Professor Snape everytime he did something wrong in his class, the bullying of the Slytherin students in this exact hall, his parents that didn't even talk to him, yet he still can't do something with it as their sanity is lost, and himself. Neville thought he's not good enough. Why is he in the Gryffindor House, if he can't even protect himself from those Slytherins that underestimates him? He is just that Herbology bloke that nobody notices, just the coward from the house of the brave, a disgrace for Gryffindor.

The tears are coming. Neville's eyes went watery in just a moment, blurring his vision and burning his eyes. He just kept walking, with the sword dangling on his hands. He was panting so hard, large front teeth showing from his slightly opened mouth. He tears ceased, and he blinked them away. A few stray tears flowed in the process, and he wiped them away with his stained hands.

His feet stopped at a staircase, his eyes scanned the ruins, and he saw Ron and Hermione, trying to swat away the one he's been looking for, Nagini. Anger swelled up on his chest and adrenaline shot up in his system. Gripping his weapon tight, Neville maneuvered behind the unsuspecting snake, held the sword above his head. Swiftly, he sliced through the air and soon greeted by the blood of the wicked reptile. Nagini was about to launch itself to the pair, about it will succeed if he didn't showed up on time.

Opening his eyes, Neville saw the lifeless body of the snake. Its head is separated from it's body, what a nasty sight. He let out a loud sigh when Hermione hugged him from delight, followed immediately by Ron.

Right when Nagini's head got torn from its body, the Dark Lord urgently turned to dust. These dusts flew away from sight, but the Elder Wand remained and expelled from his hand. Neville never felt so relieved from life until to this day, even if his loved one, [Name], passed away, he still ended the life of You-Know-Who and the Dark Lord will never end the lives of the innocent wizards again.

He just saved the Wizarding World from peril, and he also justified the death of his love.

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