Neville felt slightly relieved except for the pain of seeing his mother so worried and frightened for his much younger self. He smiled though and looked at her with a reassuring glance.
"Yes, he is safe." Alice kept asking why, and Neville really had no explaination for her. She was obviously living in the past and he had to keep it that way. If only she would realize, if only they hadn't done this to her....
A flame of anger rose in Neville, once again directed at Bellatrix Lestrange and her other cohorts. He collected himself though, and didn't let a spark of that anger show. But told Alice a variation on the truth. "You haven't been well Alice... that's why you're here." And a thought crossed Neville's mind, to his wallet which he reached for now. "Look... see, he's safe with Augusta." Neville took out the small photo of Neville when he was a baby with his Gran and gave it to Alice. "And... he knows you Alice, she tells him stories all the time. And when you're well... he may have grown a little.." a lot more like "...but whether you know it or not, he's always with you. I know you can't hold him right now but, he's with you."
Neville gulped as Alice's shaking fingers took the photo and watched her.