Through All the Pain // N. Longbottom

Sixth Year // Chapter 18

"HE WHAT?!" All three boys shouted at the same time. Neville then realized what must've happened and pulled me into a hug, getting the blood on his clean clothes but he did not care in the slightest. Neville just held me tightly, almost rocking me. I felt so comfortable in his arms and around my friends, I just slowly started falling apart. Seamus quickly ran over to his desk wrote a note on some parchment and grabbed some tape and stuck it on the outside of the door. Once that was done, he shut the door and locked it.

"How did Harry manage to do that?" Dean asked.

"Harry used that bloody book of his!" I sobbed into Neville's shoulder. Neville just rubbed my back and muttered something to Dean who sprinted out of the door before shutting it tightly behind him. Neville just started humming into my ears as Seamus started digging through his prank supplies looking for a good revenge prank to pull on Harry.

"Got them!" Dean's voice said as the door opened and got locked one more time. 

"Thanks, Dean." Neville said taking a pile of my clothes from him, "C'mon love, let's go get you changed out of these bloody clothes." Neville picked me up and carried me over into the bathroom off their room, and shut the door. He lifted me up onto the counter by their sink and started unbuttoning my blouse. 

"Y-you don't have to do this." I sniffled out while wiping away some of the tears. Neville just shook his head and lifted up my chin. 

"Yes, I do." he pinched my cheek slightly before smiling at me. "It's not proper to let my girlfriend sit drenched in the blood of one of her friends." He continued to undress me and get me changed while I started ranting and raving about everything that Harry did and mentioned. By the end of the whole thing, Neville was so pissed with Harry he was about to go attack him then and there but I talked him out of it, so we could go sit in the Common Room by the roaring fire. However, as we walked down the stairs I saw Harry sitting on the sofa with Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.

I must've made a noise or something, cause Harry's head whipped over to the stairs. He shot up and rushed over.

"Lori, I'm so sorry. I-I lost my temper with you and well ..." Harry extended out his hand. "I want to apologize." I looked between his hand and his eyes, trying to make out if he was sincerely sorry. After a few moments, I took his hand and shook it, as I could tell he was sincerely sorry. 

"As much as I hate to say it, Harry. No amount of sincere apologies can erase what happened there." Hermione said from her place.

"I couldn't agree more with you there, Mione," I said walking past Harry and over to the armchair. Neville followed and pulled me right back up so he could sit down, with me on his lap. Hermione and Ginny both giggled at the cuteness but I didn't care. I just laid my head on his chest as Harry walked over to the sofa and stared at the potion book that lay upon the coffee table. Ginny joined him on the sofa and took his arm. 

"You have to get rid of it. Today," she said as Harry looked over at her. Harry very lightly nodded his head in agreement as Ginny grabbed the book from the table and pulled Harry up and out of the common room. After a few moments of the only noise being the roaring fire, Professor McGonagall walked in and cleared her throat. 

"Miss Weasley, could I borrow you for a quick moment? I would like to discuss something with you." 

"Yes, Professor," I said quickly pecking Neville's cheek, before getting up and following McGonagall out of the room. It was Friday so all of her classes were over for the day, so I expected to head to her office to discuss what happened between Harry and Draco earlier. However, instead, I found us heading to her classroom. As we walked into her classroom I noticed that Snape and Dumbledore were sitting at the desk.

Fuck. Am I going to get Harry expelled?

"Miss Weasley, thank you for coming on this fine afternoon," Dumbledore said rising from his chair. I bit my tongue as Dumbledore extended out his hand for me to take. I shook it lightly before he ushered me to the empty chair between him and Professor Snape. "Now, before we continue with this conversation, I want to impress upon you that you are in no way in trouble, or getting any other students in trouble."

"Kindly get out of my head, thank you," I spoke sassily while staring right into his eyes. Dumbledore smirked and backed off. 

"How did you know I was in your mind?"

"I could almost feel you making your way through my brain. I felt like I had a trickling of brain freeze flowing around in there." I commented continuing to glare at him. The smirk on his face just grew.

"You are so observant to the smallest details, no wonder I have heard from your Professors that you're by far one of the better students in your classes this year." Dumbledore attempted to praise me, I wasn't going to let his little game fool me, but after a few moments, I realized I had to let him believe he had me breathing on his every word. 

"Thank you, Headmaster. I honestly just work harder to achieve to be great." I said plastering a smile all over my face. However this time, I felt the same feeling all over again, but it was different, as if ... someone was trying to help keep Dumbledore out of my thoughts. I brushed those feelings aside and continued on with the evening.

"Well, Snape here says that you have been exceeding all of your classmates in non-verbal spellcasting and are even succeeding more positive results than Miss Granger," Dumbledore spoke.

"Well, I would not say, that I am succeeding more than, Hermione, Professor," I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. 

"If I may interrupt," Snape spoke from behind. "Miss Weasley, it sometimes hurts to say this but, you are one of the better students I have ever had the pleasure of teaching." The word pleasure was almost spoken as if he was going to vomit, so I did not take his word completely. 

"I agree, with Snape here." McGonagall piped up. "We also have been focusing on non-verbal transfiguration and I have noticed she is at the top of the class. I have also heard from Fillius that she is at the top of her class, and even has been so extraordinary with her talents she has even gone to becoming his teaching assistant for the younger students when she is available."

I smiled. I could not believe my ear when Flitwick offered me the position to be his assistant. I remembered my first day going into his classroom, full of second-years, and walking over to the desk beside his pile of books. It felt weird helping him lead the students through the charm and even going as far as walking amongst the students during their time to practice and helping them fix their handling on their wands or even their pronunciation of the charms. 

"Miss Weasley, I know it has been quite some time since we have done any extra work with you, and I believe that now it is us of the utmost importance that we fix that immediately."

"What would that entail?"

"You would be meeting, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and select members of the Order in this classroom twice weekly and stay for four hours. Over that time you will practice non-verbal spells and verbal spells, but over time you will start practicing wandless magic as well."

"Wandless magic?" I said, "but sir, that is something not even the most experienced of witches and wizards know." 

"I am well aware, Miss Weasley," he said raising his hand. "However, I feel like I must put forth that you are an extraordinary witch with extraordinary powers. I feel that you are beyond capable of mastering wandless magic."

"Alright. Let's do it."