white roses // neville longbottom

sixteen

-later later into the night-

i watch my mother torture all of my friends. she cackles like a maniac. finally she turns to me. "crucio!" she shouts and i'm struck by it. i can't see. all i feel is pain

i shoot up from my sleep. i look at my hardly covered legs and they have goosebumps all over. i look at all the other girls and see them sleeping. i carefully stand up and walk out of the girls dormitory. i walk down the stairs to the common room. i see neville sitting in a chair by the fire. "cant sleep?" i ask. he jumps and look at me. he relaxes a bit and shakes his head. i sit in the chair across from him. "nightmares." he says. i nod. "about what?" i ask. "...my parents." he says. i sigh and look into the fire. "...me too." i say. my eyes start to tear up and i turn to neville. "i'm so sorry neville." a tear falls down my cheek. "truly i wish there was a way to express how sorry i am. i would do anything to reverse what she did." i say. more tears fall and i wipe my cheeks. neville stays silent. "i know you hate me but i've been trying, i've really been trying to prove i'm not like her. because i'm not. i hate her. i swore to myself if i ever see her id kill her." i say. "y/n stop." neville says. i look back over to him. "i don't hate you. i'm not exactly sure how i feel about you but hatred isn't it." he says. i let out a sigh of relief, but i'm unable to stop the tears. i put my heads in my hands and just sob.

and neville sits there, listening to her, not really sure what to do. he doesn't hate her, he knows that. he doesn't even dislike her. but he has to, he has to hate her. that's what confused him. her mother killed his parents. why didn't he hate her? maybe it's the way her (your hair length) hair curls so perfectly. or maybe it's the way she treats others. neville didn't know, but it was intoxicating.