A Second Chance (Bellamort)

Chapter Eleven - Opening at the Close

Tom's POV

I collapse on top of her and I savor the moment. It was amazing and she is amazing. Unfortunately I'm not yet the man fit for her. But I won't give up on her, I simply can't. I lay beside her and found that she's already asleep. I wrap my arms around her and savor the moment. I stayed there for like hours I can't sleep, I don't want to sleep. I want to make every second with her counts. When I looked at the clock it's already two in the morning.

Ethel told me that my flight will be six in the morning and I have to be there at least two hours early. I silently creep away and get dressed. I apparate to the airport. I arrive there around two-thirty few hours earlier than I should be. I waited for the plane that I will be riding. While sitting on one of the benches I heard a bickering from behind me.

I look over to my shoulder and saw Neville together with his wife and children and his parents. I resumed to my original position, it was the brave boy who defied me before. Indeed just like his parents, wait parents. He's with - I look back again and my eyes aren't fooling me, it's the Aurors and they're with their son and they're okay, I mean they fully recovered.

Neville's wife must've notice me staring, I don't know who she is but she's one of the brave one who fought at Hogwarts. She get the attention of Neville who is bickering with his parents.

"Something wrong Mr? " it was his father. Oh oh have to make an excuse they might've recognize me.

"Nothing sir, it's just - it's Neville. I mean he's a hero. " I suck at excuses but I'm good at stories. Neville's father chuckles.

"Looks like you have a fan here boy. " he said to Neville. "Come here boy. Why don't you sit with us. How old are you? " he motioned me to come over which I did. I sat beside Neville.

"I'm twenty-six sir. But if you're referring about my age during the war. I'm just seven at that time. "

"My you're a smart young man. How much do you remember? "

"Not much but I know your son is a hero. " he stares at me intently.

"You don't mind telling us. " he requested.

"Well my memory during the war is there are a lot of dementors gliding in front of my home every night. My parents refuse to let me out if the clock ticks six. "

"Do you know what are they doing there boy? " he asked and I shook my head.

"All I know is that I shouldn't go outside when they're there. " I do really have a future in writing.

"Tell me what else do you remember on the night of war boy. "

"On that night many students came outside from one of the pub there and my parents declared that we have to leave. But since my father is a muggle we were cornered. " I continued.

"How come your in Hogsmeade? "

"When Dumbledore announces that you-know-who is back we move there since it's near at Hogwarts. " I paused, he motioned me to continue. "My mother told them that my father is a squib that's why he has no records. Which they believe. "

"Do you see Voldemort in person young man? " I flinched upon hearing the name.

"Yes, when we were cornered my mum told me to run to the forest and I don't know what happened to them. We were able to reunite after though. "

"What did he do when you see him? "

"It was actually them who saw me. I got scared and I threw one Death Eater few feet away. You-know-who ask me my name and my blood status. "