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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

Neville laughed, a harsh laugh. "Know about them alright. Helped round up the last of them after Voldemort was finally defeated. Bastard purist idiots." He looked down into his glass again, jaw clenched.

"Old man. Not old enough. Never knew him. LeStrange, she took that from me. She took my parents, but she's dead too, now." He rubbed his head, trying to avoid going to that place again. Dead, dead, so many dead, and blood and fear and fury all tangled into each other and so hard to get away from.

He looked up, eyes wide. "You're not. No wonder you looked so-" he laughed, this time a laugh of pure joy, and wrapped his arms around the unsuspecting man. "Remus Lupin, you fought beside me once as well. And you were the best Defense Against the Arts Professor I ever had." He let go of the younger man, leaving a hand on his shoulder, beaming. "Lily said you were younger. I didn't realize how much younger, Merlin. You must still be in the first war."