Neville Longbottom (almostchosen) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-04-06 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, neville longbottom, ~remus lupin |
Who: Neville, Ruby and OPEN
What: Memory manifestation
Where: The Park, near Neville's greenhouses
When: Friday afternoon
Rating: Violence and War?
Neville liked to think he usually dealt pretty well with everything that had gone on in his past. He had nightmares, and some days just felt like terrible reminders of awful things, and sometimes he'd focus a little bit too long on a scar and the memory that came with it, but, for the most part, he coped. He'd had a lot of help, after the dust of The Battle of Hogwarts had settled, both from his friends and from professionals as part of his auror training, and had learned how to handle the thoughts and memories in a healthy way and live his day-to-day life without getting lost in torture and death.
But he'd never learned how to deal with this. How to handle it when one minute he'd been watering the garden outside his greenhouses, Ruby sleeping off his lunch nearby, and the next he was surrounded by war. He shook his head, thinking for a moment that maybe it was a dream (nightmare), then he looked around. He kept all of his dangerous plants inside one of the greenhouses, but maybe something had taken root, but nothing around him would cause a hallucination. But the battle still raged. Flashes of magic shot through the air, explosions sounded, people shouted and screamed and fell to the ground. Familiar voices sounded around him, friends and enemies alike, shouting spells and curses. Dust and ash and soot filled the air and felt like they were choking the air away from his lungs.
It all came back to him at once, like a punch to the gut that sent him to his knees. Watching Scabior and the Snatchers fall from the bridge, the pain in his chest when he'd seen Hagrid carrying Harry, the sounds of true and utter despair in his ears, and the feeling of flame engulfing him. The memories rushed over him and overwhelmed him. Fighting Greyback with Ron, carrying dead and wounded in to the castle, the feeling of Gryffindor's sword in his hand, the mixture of terror and determination and pain that had filled him. He heaved and clutched at the grass beneath him before, suddenly, the world around him got dark. All of the sights were gone and the sound dampened and he could breathe again. He put a hand up over his head, trying to feel what was covering him. It was soft and leathery, familiar...Ruby's wing. Whatever was going on the dragon must have been able to see it to, he was protecting Neville. The dragon roared above him and Neville fell back, sitting on the ground with his hands in his hair, trying to catch his breath.