𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

over again┃n‣longbottom

only love
|ben howard|

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You knew you needed to protect him. And not just in the case of school, and those wretched bullies - you needed to protect him from more. You needed to protect his heart, and you swore to do just that when he wrapped his hand in yours for the very first time, underneath the stars.

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You feel the weight in your hands, softly reminding you of his gentle nature - before being brought back to the reality in front of you.

To the Death Eaters that have just raided your summer home, hoping to find your parents - but having just stumbled upon you, half asleep, and lost in thought about that beautiful boy.

"Are you even listening y/l/n?" A masked figure grabs you by the shoulders, and slams you against the wooden doors of your closet.

"We will take everyone you hold dear, and hunt them down, one by one - they will suffer."

"Your parents will be the first to go as filthy traitors they are. We've kept a good eye on all your friends and they'll be next." Your parents had taken a huge risk and double crossed the Death Eaters to the Order, as per the plan all along.

You don't wince against their words, but as your mind shoots to your boyfriend Neville, you can't help but feel your heart shatter.

His nurturing presence, and the need to prove himself to everybody willing to give him a chance. He didn't deserve to be thrown into this whole disaster that is unfolding.

As one Death Eater harasses you with a vengeance, the others scope around the house, knocking things over, and begin to dig through your drawers.

"Do you understand me?" The figure infront of you shakes you again, cursing.

"Yes. I've heard you." You pull the words from the back of your throat, clenching your jaw in an anger.

They will not find anything incriminating against you. You are careful, and your parents made sure to instill their natures and rules into you. To keep you safe.

They taught you to show no fear against adversaries, always know your advantages, to never antagonise anyone who already holds their power heavily - and in this case, against you.

"Malfoy we need to go, Lord Voldemort has requested us." Another mask pops into your doorway.

"Can't you see I'm busy here?" Lucius hisses through his mask at the other Death Eater.

"We need to leave, now."

"Remember what I've told you. And make sure to tell those filth-filled parents of yours." His whisper derails your mind for a moment, as you stare at the two dark figures.

Lucius Malfoy then decides to leave you in a room full of smothering black smoke to announce his departure.

You begin to run through the house, looking for any signs of remaining Death Eaters, but find nothing.

Rushing back to your room, you step over all the mess, crashing into your bed, trying to catch your breath, all you can think about are the words Lucius used to disturb you.

Neville, you chew on the insides of your cheeks, knowing immediately what you have to do. He's been through more than enough...

You search through the disarray in your room, before finding a scrap piece of parchment, a feather, and some still sealed ink.

Sitting at your desk, with a shaky hand, your owl hooting nearby, and tears in your eyes - you begin to write your final letter to your boyfriend Neville.