Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 8

Neville's POV:

Neville Longbottom shakily made his way to Dumbledore's office. He had no idea what the password was. He actually asked Professor McGonagall thirty minutes earlier but managed to forget all about it. He didn't even have the faintest idea what it was!

"Uh... Gryffindor?" Neville asked nervously. Nothing happened. He whined in agony. If he didn't get in there, he was doomed. He was sure of it.

"Longbottom!" He heard a shout from behind him.

Oh no! He began to bang on the golden gargoyle. "Let me in!" He whined.

"There you are!" Goyle shouted from behind him with an evil grin plastered upon his face. He ran towards Neville with his wand held out.

Neville cowered in fear. This was the end.

"Mister Goyle!" McGonagall shouted. "What in the world do you think you're doing?!"

"Pr-Professor!" Goyle said shakily.

"Fifty points from Slytherin!" McGonagall declared.

"Wh-"

"Professor, i-it's ok," Neville spoke quietly.

"No, it isn't, Mister Longbottom," McGonagall said, staring at him while fuming. "Goyle, come with me!" She then turned to Neville once more and whispered, "The password is Sherbet Lemon. Wait there for me." She then strolls off, holding Goyle by his arm and pulling him with her.

He turns to the gargoyle once more. "Uh... Sherbet lemon?" The gargoyle turns around to reveal a stunning spiral staircase. "Woah..." He reluctantly climbs up the steps and soon is met with a large room.

"Neville Longbottom! What a pleasure! Come sit." says Dumbledore, startling Neville slightly.

"Uh... Ok." Neville watches as Dumbledore sits at his desk and Neville chooses a chair in front of him. "Y-you have a nice office..." Neville says.

"Thank you! I love it here as well." Dumbledore says with twinkling eyes and a warm smile. It almost made Neville calm down, almost.

"Uh... Professor McGonagall t-told me to wait here for her." Neville announces.

"Ah, I see. Tea or perhaps coffee?" Dumbledore asks.

"No, thank you," Neville replies, his voice slightly cracking. I hate that. He always hated it. It made him sound girly and scared. Maybe he was girly and scared, but it still made him feel bad!

"Wanna tell me why you're here, Neville?" Dumbledore asks as he pours himself fresh coffee.

"Uh... Well... I-I uh, well..."

"Relax, Neville. You can tell me anything. It's a safe place here." Dumbledore says with a small smile.

Neville takes a deep breath. "Goyle- Well, see... We were working on a potion and... I made it explode. G-Goyle was u-upset..."

"Ah, I see where this is going," Dumbledore says with a sad sigh. "He's your partner, yes?"

"Yes," Neville replies.