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Amycus Carrow's voice cut through the silence of the dungeon classroom. "Well, Longbottom?"

Neville had always wondered how his parents felt as they stood up against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It wasn't like this, he knew. They weren't surrounded by students, some of which he could tell admired his bravery while others were scowling with a sort of gleeful expression on their faces; they knew what was coming. No, when his parents had taken a stand they were alone, but still strong. A slight wind blew past him but Neville refused to lower his eyes or look behind him. Straightening his shoulders, he looked into Carrow's face.

"Well?"

Another brush, this time on his left side and Neville felt warmth grow in his chest, "No."

The movement of Amycus' wand was swift and Neville had no time to deflect it. Keeping one hand on his now bleeding cheek, Neville kept standing, refusing to back down. A few gasps came but fell silent as soon as Amycus turned on them, seething with anger. Returning to the front of the class, pointing a shaking hand to Neville and his now blood-soaked hand. "This is what's to come to those who defy us!"

Class was released after two others were put under the Cruciatus Curse by Crabbe and Goyle who gladly volunteered to do so. Neville took his time leaving the classroom, boldly staring at Amycus as he walked past those that were writhing in pain in the floor. After the two in the floor were able to stand, Neville made sure they were all right before following them out the door. As he left he felt a hand take his, pulling him into an empty classroom.

Luna shut the door carefully, pulling a cloth from her robe pocket which she put to his face, "That was brave, Neville."

"'S nothing."

Muttering a spell, she frowned, "It won't heal…"

"It's alright."

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled slightly, "Do you say anything else?"

Neville returned the smile, looking around the room before finding her eyes, "When that just happened…it was….it was like my parents were there behind me. Right there at my back. Urging me on and…" Running a hand through his long hair, he let out a breath, "I just…. Now I have a feeling of what they went through. And…and that they really are proud of me."

"That's because they are." Luna's smile grew as she wrapped her arms around him, "And I am too."

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Amycus Carrow's voice cut through the silence of the dungeon classroom. "Well, Longbottom?"

Neville had always wondered how his parents felt as they stood up against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It wasn't like this, he knew. They weren't surrounded by students, some of which he could tell admired his bravery while others were scowling with a sort of gleeful expression on their faces; they knew what was coming. No, when his parents had taken a stand they were alone, but still strong. A slight wind blew past him but Neville refused to lower his eyes or look behind him. Straightening his shoulders, he looked into Carrow's face.

"Well?"

Another brush, this time on his left side and Neville felt warmth grow in his chest, "No."

The movement of Amycus' wand was swift and Neville had no time to deflect it. Keeping one hand on his now bleeding cheek, Neville kept standing, refusing to back down. A few gasps came but fell silent as soon as Amycus turned on them, seething with anger. Returning to the front of the class, pointing a shaking hand to Neville and his now blood-soaked hand. "This is what's to come to those who defy us!"

Class was released after two others were put under the Cruciatus Curse by Crabbe and Goyle who gladly volunteered to do so. Neville took his time leaving the classroom, boldly staring at Amycus as he walked past those that were writhing in pain in the floor. After the two in the floor were able to stand, Neville made sure they were all right before following them out the door. As he left he felt a hand take his, pulling him into an empty classroom.

Luna shut the door carefully, pulling a cloth from her robe pocket which she put to his face, "That was brave, Neville."

"'S nothing."

Muttering a spell, she frowned, "It won't heal…"

"It's alright."

Tilting her head to the side, she smiled slightly, "Do you say anything else?"

Neville returned the smile, looking around the room before finding her eyes, "When that just happened…it was….it was like my parents were there behind me. Right there at my back. Urging me on and…" Running a hand through his long hair, he let out a breath, "I just…. Now I have a feeling of what they went through. And…and that they really are proud of me."

"That's because they are." Luna's smile grew as she wrapped her arms around him, "And I am too."