Neville followed Galen on the moving stairs, nervous. He listened with only half his attention as he kept his eyes on the machine under his feet, but he looked up and came to attention with a snap at the names he heard. "Tonks? And Sn-Snape, you're sure those were their names?" He swallowed, his mouth dry. "You're positive?" If Snape was here- if he was alive- and Tonks? She was dead, they were both dead, he'd helped move the bodies out of the Hall after the battle, he just saw Teddy last week- Teddy the orphan, he was going to start Hogwarts in a few years. This was wrong, this was very wrong.
"So there are magic users or my kind, and then other magic users here as well? So it's probably not just us. Are there non magic users here too? People who don't belong?"
"Po-leese-man. Yes. And yes- there was a war. Ten years...a dark wizard tried to kill or enslave all those who weren't purebloods- those without a purely magical family. My friends and I, we fought him. We won- but at a cost. Always a cost in wars, isn't there?" Neville frowned again, lowering his head. And Tonks and Snape, they were part of the cost. Not that I miss that bastard, but- Tonks saved me at the Ministry, we fought together.