The Forgotten 7th Year

What the Others are Doing

Welp, I remembered it's a Silver TRIO, so here's some Luna and Ginny POVs. Neville's here too at the bottom cuz I didn't want to leave you on a cliffhanger. (And it didn't have enough words to publish it. But shhhh don't tell anyone)

Luna's POV

Ron, Harry, Hermione and Griphook had kept themselves shut up in one of the spare bedrooms planning... something.

They barely ever left except for meals, and ate quickly, soon to return to their plotting. It was clearly something big. Almost certainly something dangerous. Definitely something that made me nervous.

It'd been like this for weeks.

Griphook was driving Fleur crazy. Twice she'd threatened to evict him, and only Bill could talk her down from doing so.

Hermione's recovery was going well. She barely limped, although she would have a scar cutting across her collarbone.

Once Griphook had said it could've been worse. And Fleur's reaction, well... let's just say it's a good thing he doesn't speak French. There was a good chance he may have left from the insult of all the things she called him. I've never heard so many consecutive insults and bad words.

And Harry needs him for whatever it is the plan is, or he might've sent him packing just because of his all around unpleasantness. I don't insult people lightly, but there was no other way to put it.

In general, he was a terrible houseguest. But I think it was the fact that he didn't care that really drove Fleur up the wall.

Ollivander had made me a new wand. Secretly, I preferred my old one, (though I would never say such things when it was in the room). Mum always said that if a wand chose you, you should make it glad it did.

And even though this one hadn't really chosen me, I was determined to be kind to it. Even if it spontaneously shot sparks sometimes.

But it was much better here than at Malfoy Manor. Fleur was an excellent cook, despite what Griphook said, and I was able to eat as much as I wanted.

It was an odd sensation, to not be hungry. To not have an acing chasm where I knew my stomach was. I'd become too used to hunger these past months. I'd forgotten what it was to be full.

I told Dean this, and he looked at me like he was about to cry.

"Luna I... I'm sorry."

"Why? It's no one's fault but Bellatrix. And I think she was just born a psychopath. She can't help it."

I shrugged, then instinctively crossed my arms over the scars on my stomach. They'd been reduced to slightly raised white lines, but I'd given up on them ever fully healing.

I don't know how Dean would react when he inevitably learned about the Carrows.

Or about how they'd hurt Seamus who he was quite obviously head over heels in love with.

I was pretty sure they'd confessed their feelings for each other last year, but why they weren't dating was beyond me. Although becoming a fugitive does tend to put a strain on things. That's probably why.

Ginny's POV

I woke up from another nightmare screaming. It wasn't uncommon for me to wake the whole house.

Fred and George knew. Maybe not how close it had actually been, but they knew enough. I was petrified they would tell Mum and Dad, who would were growing increasingly worried.

They could all tell something was wrong.

I didn't know what would happen if they found out, but I was sure it it wouldn't be good.

But thinking about that lead me to thinking about him. About what he'd done, or tried to do. And about the way he smirked right before he'd kissed me.

And I couldn't stop him.

Neville's POV

I felt cool sheets on my skin. My head pounded like it'd been hit with a sledgehammer.

For a moment I had no idea what happened, or why I was here. But the reason for my jolt back to consciousness because apparent when Hannah screamed.

"No! Stop. G-get off me. Please stop! Please!"

I sat up quickly, turning, thinking I'd find Amycus, thinking we were in detention again, that maybe Snape had told them to wait because he wanted a coffee or something.

But no one was there. She thrashed in the next bed over, completely and utterly alone.

Before I could blink, Madam Pomfrey rushed in and put a hand on her arm. But she continued to kick, not waking.

"Shhhhhh. It's ok. It's ok." Madam Pomfrey cooed. "You're safe now.

"I... he was... he just... he said... he'd... I couldn't.." She started crying. Great wracking sobs that shuddered her whole frame.

I swung my legs over the edge, but Madam Pomfrey gave me the all too familiar look that said Lie Back Down You'll Hurt Yourself.

Her eyebrows arched in surprise when I complied with only a sigh of complaint.

I settled back, and noticed my shoulder was wrapped tightly in clean, white bandages.

The matron gave Hannah a blue potion that she drained and then almost immediately fell asleep.

It took me much longer to drift into blackness.