Miss Moony would like to say that she doesn't own Harry Potter and that she had no help with this story from Miss Wormtail, Miss Padfoot or Miss Prongs.

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Sing a Little Song for Me

A dream.

When he was little, that was all that Neville had of his parents. A dream.

A dream of a sweet, gentle voice, that would sing to him.

Songs. Lullabies.

When he was five, he gave that voice a face.

She had golden blonde hair, and sky blue eyes, a round, happy face, and one rain lily tucked behind her ear.

He had dark hair and dark eyes, and was slightly tubby, with a loving expression adorning his face.

Smiling. Beautiful.

When he was seven, he visited St. Mungo's.

He wondered why he was there.

Then he was guided past a screen, and he had a little bit more of his parents.

Broken. Shattered.

Both had withered faces, white hair, blank eyes, and Neville longed to tuck that rain lily behind his mother's ear.

A reality.

That was what he now had of his parents.

Cold. Empty.

Now that he's fifteen, Neville still has a dream.

He's tried to forget the reality.

There's a voice, but no faces behind it.

Singing. Forgetting.

He sees his parents sometimes, and remembers, if only for a little while.

He's forgotten the faces of his imaginary parents, and he's stopped comparing them to the real ones.

Sometimes he wishes he could remember them, then maybe he could try to make them real, for once.

Dreams. Illusions.

There's a bubble-gum wrapper in his hand, now, and he can't help thinking it's a poor substitute for parents.

It's what he has, though, so he keeps it anyway.

There's a dream, though, as well… A dream of a voice.

Sing a little song for me, Mum. Dad, will you stay and listen?

Neville knows that, no matter what happens, he'll always have a dream.

A dream of a voice, singing to him.

And he hopes. He hopes that, one day, it might be more than a dream.

Sing a little song for me, Mum. Dad, will you stay and listen?

A dream.

Now that he's no longer little, Neville has much more than that of his parents.

But he'll still hold on to it. Even if it does come true.

Sing a little song for me, Mum. Dad, will you stay and listen?