He looked at you, lost in thought. "We need a plan. I have my pouch but I only have leftover herbs, my wand, and the Sorting Hat." He bit his lip and looked up. "I may have a plan but it'll involve tricking them. I'll have to... I'll have to hurt you, Y/N!" He hissed desperately as if the word 'hurt' was poison on his tounge.
"Neville, whatever it is, if it means we both get out we need to do it. I can't imagine how horrible things just be back at Hogwarts right now..." You both started to get teary-eyed at the memories of your long time friends, some dead. Tears quickly falling from your eyes, you began to speak again. "Neville... Wh-what's the plan?" You asked him, voice cracking in the process. He wiped his face on the back of his sleeve and began telling the plan to you.
"I'm gonna have to tell Dolohov you've done something and I'll bring you out to the halls. Then I'll have to use Crucio..." He looked down and you put an arm around his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "Dolohov will leave to get the others. We're gonna run, we need to escape. I haven't been labeled yet." He dragged up his left sleeve, showng an array of purplish bruises, but no Dark Mark. "So as long as we run, we should make it out. You've always been better with apparation, so once we get outside, we need to apparate." You shook your head lightly and finally asked, "Where will we go?"
Neville looked crestfallen at the question and his eyes lit up all if sudden. "I may not have been labeled, but they've been learning me things in those lessons. I know how to shadow travel! We can get back to Hogwarts!" He smiled and had a look of succession on his face, as did you.
Finally you and Neville rehearsed the plan again. "We'll need to get up early. I tend to get up earlier than everyone but Yaxley and Dolohov. I'll get us out of here, and when we get to the main hallway I'll use a weak Crucio, and one of the two will come down, ask whats going on, and go get the others. That sounds good?"
"Yes."
You fell asleep, in the cold dungeon of the Manor for possibly the last time.
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(A/N: sorry this one was short and kind of straightforward, but I wasn't sure what to do oof.)
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The Pretender (Neville Longbottom x Reader)
Fanfic(EDIT, OCT 13 2020: please for the love of god stop leaving rude comments on this before I delete it. I was 12 when I wrote these. I don't know what y'all expected.) You cared for Neville so deeply. At the Battle of Hogwarts, he joined the Death Eat...
