((Open only to Harry and Neville for the moment.))
It was a long hallway, one very familiar to Neville. He had walked it many times while going to see his parents in the floors above. Harry was walking beside Neville, his head hanging down, his feet shuffling.
They arrived at the room they were heading for, and Harry walked in, holding the door open for Neville. Luna was lying in a bed in the center of the room, wearing a golden locket, emblazoned with a large stylized S. She was cradling a small bundle of white cloth, inside which something moved feebly, weakly. The green color of the walls set Neville on edge, as did the slight silvery glow emanating from the locket. The thing in Luna's arms cried out, it's voice sounding upset, but above that, old.
"Look, Neville!" Luna said, in an excited voice, "Isn't he beautiful? I think he favors Harry more than me, though. What do you think?" With that, she held out the bundle for Neville to see. He couldn't stop himself from looking down at the thing. It was thin. It had no hair. There was only a pair of slits where a nose should be, and it's eyes, it's eyes were large, green, and slitted. Neville recoiled in horror, and Harry took him by the shoulder and gently took him out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Neville, but I just can't...I can't do it. It's the only way I can...I know what he is, I can feel it, but I can't kill my own son."
Out of Harry's pocket, a glow shone, which coalesced beside him into the form of Tom.
"Is it true, Harry? Are you going to be my dad?" Tom said, soberly.
Harry looked at him sadly. "Yes. We hope that putting you back will..."
"I know, Harry. I don't like it, but your plan seems to be the only way. I just wish you had told me sooner. I could have opened them, and this..."
"Yeah. Can't go back now though. Hermione gave up her time turner." Harry said.
Neville listened to all of this, and sighed in resignation. He pulled out his wand in a flash, and in the same instant, so did Harry.
"You knew it would come to this, Harry," Neville said, "If you can't do what has to be done, I have to. That's always the way it's been."
"I know," Harry said sadly, "but I can't let you."
There was a flash as spells were fired between them...
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Neville awoke in a sweat, but had the control not to scream or cry out. Quickly, his mind processed what had just happened, and just as quickly, he got to what it meant.
Silently, he got out of bed and into his dressing gown, and crept over to Harry's bed. Pulling back the curtains, he leaned in close, and just loud enough for Harry and no one else to hear, said, "Harry, wake up. We really need to talk."
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