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Neville Longbottom [Harry Potter] (not_nobody) wrote in expresslogs,

For a long moment, Neville couldn't speak. The words just weren't there...they were somewhere balled up in the huge pit of emotions that was choking him and squeezing his heart to dust.

It was his mother. He recognized her, even though she looked so much younger than he remembered her. And...October 1981. At that, he began to tremble - too lost in emotion even for tears - realizing that she knew nothing of what was to come so very soon.

Part of him wanted to rush into her arms and embrace her, tell her how much he loved her, how much each one of the candy wrappers had meant to him, how he had tried so hard to do his best at Hogwarts, and how he was so sorry that he'd dragged their family name through the magical mud.

But he felt glued to the spot where he stood, staring at this women who he knew so well...and yet had never known.

"I...I...I..." he swallowd, finding himself plagued again with the stutter he'd mastered years before. "I...it's 1999, where I come from. But...here on the t-t-t-train, it's 2012. I th-think."

Swallowing again, he nodded.

"Y-y-yeah, I'm your son. N-Neville."