The Lost Souls

Ch 8 // tormented boy and tortured girl cant be friends

Christmas time was over and everyone was back in Hogwarts. The clouds were clearing room for the sun. The light slowly came into view through the windows of the castle. It was like an alarm for a certain boy. He slowly opened his eyes and yawned as he stretched his arms. He sat up and looked around in his dorm he shared. He realized that it was morning and not just another nightmare he had that woke him. He pushed the covers off himself and got on his feet clumsily as he changed out of his night clothes and into his clothes for the day.

He had a nagging feeling telling him he was forgetting something but he wasn't sure what it was. He sighed as he finished putting his tie on. He walked towards the door as he heard another boy in his year awaken with a yawn. He looked down at the floor feeling a bit sad by his latest dreams. It was horrible because they were false. They had never happened and were never going to happen. He knew that. That was the one thing he knew. The one thing he was sure of in his life. He knew that so well, and the only person closest to him, his grandmother, knew it just as well as him.

"Neville?" he heard a voice say. He slowly looked up and saw two older boys he would have trouble telling apart sometimes. "Yes?" he asked. "You okay there? You look a bit sad" said the one that seemed a bit more serious than the other one. "Yeah, I'm fine Fr-Geor-Forge?" asked Neville confused. "Yeah, It's Forge. He is Gred" said the boy pointing to his identical clone next to him. "Oh okay" said Neville. He continued his walk to leave he Common Room and head to the Great Hall. "Wait, what are you doing up so early?" asked the other boy.

Neville turned his head around. "I usually wake up early. What are you doing up early?" asked Neville. "Oh, we're making new products to sell. Want to help us test one out?" asked the twin. "No thanks, I'm good. I better go to the Great Hall, I'm getting hungry" said Neville excusing himself to leave faster. He quickened his pace and found himself walking on stairs that led to the main hallway connected to the Great Hall. He just needed to walk farther down from the bottom of the stairs and then turn into the large doors that led in there.

He continued his walk quietly and by himself in the mostly silent hallway. He looked down at his feet again and then thought about his dream the night before. 'They can't talk to you. They can't smile at you. They can't celebrate your birthday and they never will be able to understand you. They won't ever remember that you went the year before. They can't be fixed. They're incurable. Just like my problems. I can't be happy. Not as long as they don't remember me. They don't even remember that I'm their son. They don't remember anything. It's all those stupid Slytherins fault! I-It's all Potter's fault'

The boy was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't see where he was going. He felt the stair near the bottom wobble and then he fell forward and tumbled down the last few steps and landed on his stomach. He groaned in pain and didn't hear footsteps rushing toward him. "Are you okay?" asked the voice concerned. It was a girl, he realized. He didn't recognize it and looked up. Then he realized why it was unfamiliar. She was not in his house. She was in his house's rival house. She was a Slytherin.

As much as he heard about the house, though, he felt that this girl was different not only because of her blood, but because she always was very respectful to every teacher and did follow the rules. She was usually quiet unless she was answering the teachers questions. She was very smart and he could tell. Whenever he looked at her she was silently reading a book. She always read and she rarely did anything else. Sometimes he saw her talking to a few of the many Slytherins. Among those few were Harry Potter, Dudley Dursley, Draco Malfoy, and Pansy Parkinson. He didn't understand what was so bad about her that made people dislike her more than the other Slytherins. The purebloods.

He saw the girl offer her hand to help him up. He hesitantly accepted it and was on his feet in a few seconds. "Thanks" he mumbled. "It was no problem" said the girl. "What are you doing up early? And on this side of the castle?" asked Neville. "I was at the library. I wanted to return a book there really fast. I always wake up early so I decided to try and put them back. I figured that I could since no one's really up. Even that cat, Mrs. Norris isn't up yet" said the girl. "Oh. How come you always read?" asked Neville curiously.