Neville shoved his hands into his pant pockets, walking down the dark Alley. He stared strait ahead of him, though his mind was only conscious to what was behind him, following his every move.

Neville had known he had a tracker for the past three hours. The Death Eater probably thought Neville was drunk right now, since he had been watching Neville inside Hogshead, gulping down drink after drink.

Neville was not holding onto his wand, even though his fingers brushed against it lightly.

Suddenly, Neville was slammed against the wall. The man gripped his hair tightly, shoving Neville's cheek into the stone.

"What the bloody fu—"

Neville's words were cut of when the man suddenly ripped open the back of Neville's pants and shorts, revealing his considerably 'tight' ass.

'Keep calm,' Neville told himself . 'Make him believe you don't want this.'

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!," Neville screamed loudly. "HELP! SOMEBODY—"

Neville's face was slammed against the wall again. "Shut it, bitch," he growled in Neville's ear.

Neville fake whimpered, and his mind was like a clock. Damn, this guy was slow. But when your waiting for something, isn't it always?

Neville listened as the man unzipped his pants and there was a light 'thud' as the man's erect erection was released.

Out of the corner of Neville's eyes, Neville noticed another man appear. 'Finally,' Neville thought.

The man had a wizard camera, and it was aimed towards Neville.

'Lovely,' Neville thought with bitterly.

The man holding Neville grabbed his but cheeks and spread them apart, revealing Neville's pucker.

He whistled, and Neville could feel his grin. Then, the Death Eater shoved his cock up in Neville, and Neville screamed in pain.

He flinched, gasping as he felt himself tear.

He bit down on his lip hard, trying not to cry from the pressure.

This man could've at least fucking prepared him!

Well, he was a Death Eater.

And Merlin's Beard! This guys cock was fucking gigantic!

The Death Eater started a fast pace, and kept it.

He gripped on Neville's hips, groaning in pleasure.

"Oh yeah! Your so tight and warm!," he groaned.

With every ram, Neville winced in pain.

Then, the Death Eater's quickened, his moans coming at faster.

Neville waited.

The Death Eater holding the camera was officially hard now, and let the camera float as he started jerking off to the sight.

Neville was officially disgusted.

Could Death Eater's be anymore perverted?!

All they cared about was murder and rape and torture!

This is why Neville Longbottom was going to kill them.

Neville could feel it; the man was going to come in 3. 4 seconds.

Neville's hands slipped into his pocket and he took out his wand slowly. Both of Voldemort's pawns were too busy to notice.

One second away, just when Neville's could feel the semen just dribbling out the Death Eater's cock, Neville held up his wand, screaming,

"AVADA KEDAVRA!!"

There was a blinding green, and Neville closed his eyes.

He both Death Eater's hit the ground, the man fucking him pulled out in this course.

Neville sighed, and he did a spell, re-knitting his clothing. His ass was clean; hallelujah.

Neville looked at the Death Eater's with boredom written clearly on his face.

They were dead; no breathing.

Neville ripped open their clothes with a spell, and then inscribed five symbols into their skin at their heart.

Neville pocketed his wand and shoved his hands into his pockets, walking back to the Leaky Cauldron.

I took a train out of Diagon Alley and into the complete muggle world two days after that.

I was still kind of tired, since i continued to have visions that night. I mostly stayed in the shadows of the city, not buying anything because i had no money i could actually use there in the first place.

I didn't need a place to stay, since i could take the knightbus back to Diagon Alley. The muggle world sure was pretty. The muggles had all these amazing appliances for music and television, and they used lightning to power machines. They used wooden, unfeathered writing utensils with a stick of lead in the middle, and it was erasable!

The muggle world was truly amazing, and i didn't mind watching it.

After many hours, it was night.

Time to kill.

I stayed in a corner of a dark alley, waiting. A saw hookers and prostitutes walk around, waiting to get picked up.

Finding a spray can by a trash can, i began my plan. It was half empty, and a bright red color.

Taking it and shaking it up, i wrote a random 'x' with a line going through the middle right above a gang sign on the wall.

After an hour or so, a saw a gang coming my way. I put my hands in my pocket, smirking and waiting.

When they were in full site, only ten feet away, i saw guns. They were all pointed at me, the guys looked pissed.

A guy pulled a trigger, but he missed me, and it his a trash can.

I pulled out my wand and with a simple flick, just as they were about to shoot, i said with ease, "Avada Kedavra."

Another blinding green flash appeared, and then all of the gang members there dropped to the ground, dead.

Hiding the unforgivable curse like i did the night before, i pocketed my wand and started walking away.

A saw a store with a bright light on. I walked in, finding it was a jewelry store.

There was a muggle woman with rectangular glasses picking at her nails, sitting in a chair.

She greeted me when i walked in, and asked if i needed help.

I said i was just looking and she nodded.

I walked around the store, looking through the glass at all the items.

I was about to give up when i found a beautiful necklace. It was on a light silver chain, and had an ovular pendant. It had a dark blue stone in it.

"Excuse me?," i asked.

The woman walked over, looking at the object. She smiled. "A nice eye, eh? That is the hope diamond."

(NP)

Neville raised an eyebrow. "Hope diamond?"

The woman nodded. "Yep. Everyone who has owned this diamond has had the worst luck. Everyone dies around them, and they usually die too."

Neville was interested. "Ah," he murmured.

"And see that ring beside it?," The woman said, pointed at a same shaded blue and gold ring. "That's the death ring. It's the hope rings sister."

"I see. How much does it cost?"

"12.4 billion dollars," the woman replied with a smile.

"Oh," Neville said, frowning. He looked at the cameras, and then to the lady.

In easy parsletongue, Neville said calmly. "Give me both."

The woman's eyes glazed over. She opened the cabinet and took both objects out carefully, putting them in special bags. Then, she put it by the register. "Money...," she mumbled.

"Take the money from William Henry Gates the Second."

The woman used the rich mans account to pay for the objects, being the man was a member of that certain store.

Neville took the bag, and made his last order. "Leave this store in fifteen minutes, and drown yourself in a lake."

With that, Neville turned on his heal and left the store, bag in hand.

._.

Neville took a spot by an abandoned building.

"Cole," he whispered.

A minute later, Cole slithered up to him, setting Neville's journal on his lap.

"Thank you," Neville said.

Of courssssse masssssterrr.

Neville said the password to open the book, and then flipped through the pages.

A spell was writing on the back page of the book in red ink.

Neville took out the two pieces of jewelry pieces he had bought. He set them on his lap, and then pulled out his wand.

He put the tip of his wand to his head, and took in a shaky breath.

It was then that he felt it all. The coldness surrounding him. The snow he was sitting in. The numbness in his body.

Neville opened his closed eyes, and then started saying the forbidden spell.

His lips were numb, and his tongue hurt as he recited it into the cold air, his voice only a whisper.

His forced himself to go through the whole spell, to say it all correctly. If he messed up, he would die.

When he was finished, their was a light glow on the tip of wand.

Neville slowly moved his wand in inch away from his heart.

He let out a hitched gasp as he felt part of his soul being extracted from his body.

Pain numbed his brain, visions of blood and bodies and green flashes filled his mind.

Then, it was all out. Neville slowly opened his tightly shut eyes to see it.

At the tip of his wand, moving as if it was windy, flowed a black spiritual string.

Neville stared at it, and then with trembling finger, picked up the hope diamond necklace.

Then, he slowly put the tip of his wand to the pendant. The string of his tainted soul was sucked into the pendant, until there was nothing left.

Neville let out his frozen breath.

He had to hold back his tears.

He repeated this spell again, and he had to particularly shout at himself not to cry out or let tears slip.

He put the next black string in the Death Ring.

Once it was done, Neville dropped his wand. He hunched over, one hand clenching his waist, the other gripping his head.

Then, he let out a blood curdling scream. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Tears started to stream out of Neville's eyes, and his breath came out in short hitches. He began to scream again.

He screamed till his throat was raw, and then he started screaming again. All this pain going through his body like an icy fire. His head felt like much. He screamed and screamed at his cried.

He had just created to Horcrux's. He had just killed so many people.

Finally, Neville stopped screaming, falling over. His whole body was twitching and his eyes were heavy.

With weak, trembling fingers, Neville grabbed the Necklace and placed it over his head. Then, he took the ring, and slipped it on his finger. He grabbed his wand and put into his inside jacket pocket.

Then, he fell asleep, trembling in the frigid weather.

I lay on his bed in Leaky Cauldron, playing with the Death Ring on my finger.

What a lovely gift it would be to give to Draco, yes? A part of my soul....

I shuddered as his body gave an involuntary spark of energy zip through my spine.

I had to have killed at least twelve people last night.

But if I hadn't, they would've been dead anyway.

This was all for his plan. For the future. For the magical kind. For mankind.

They should be happy. They sacrificed themselves for the good of the world.

Collin and Makayla were rested on my lap, somehow keeping me warm.

They had felt all my pain when i split my soul. All my emotions were theirs.

They knew what i had gone through; what i had felt.

They loved me, so they comforted me. They didn't even have to speak. They just had to be there, curled up on me.

I wondered what my parents would think if they knew about all the stuff i was doing.

I would probably be disowned.

Grandma probably already disowned me up in heaven. But she's dead.

She can't.

Sucks for her.

No one knows about what I've done with this wand of my mind. My wand is a secret to the world, just like my mind and body.

No one knows about what I've done with this magical object. Even if i didn't use the 'erase' spell, or any other, i have, with great confidence, a feeling that this wand is very special. I feel as though it holds my spells within itself.

This wand is something else, that's all i can say.

I sigh, blinking slowly.

What am I?

Am i evil?

Demonic for killing all those people?

Or am i an angel?

Am i holy for devising a plan to kill voldemort?

A god?

I don't know. It scares me sometimes, but i know i can't be afraid. I have to be bold and strong, and stick up for my actions.

When i do die, after my work is done, I'll probably go to hell for what I've done.

But at least i know.....at least i know that i saved the world.

I'm leaving for Hogwarts again tomorrow. I will learn how to apparate.

I'll bring extra money for my Royal Guard, encase they don't have enough.

Seven Galleons.

What a rip off.

I'll also get licenses for each of us, saying how they don't have the same ability i do.

It is said that you can't apparate in Hogwarts, due to it's barrier.

I believe that to be lie. I can most likely break a hole in that barrier with ease.

When my Royal Guard gets there mark, the power of breaking will be inscribed in there bodies so they can move around easily.

Playing dirty for justice.

I will teach Draco, Sam, Megan and James myself, since there birthday is later, and you have to be seventeen to learn.

Actually, Blaise will most likely teach them. Blaise will be the first one i recruit, and then Draco.

After having that talk with Sam at the Astronomy tower, he will actually probably go before Draco, with Megan.

The Rest will fit in somewhere.

Sighing, i blow the candle out, getting under my bed covers.

It's been such a hard two weeks, doing all that I've done.

Not trying to brag about it, but it's true.

It's been painful and mind-eating.

Too much work for a seventeen year old.

So, before i go to sleep, i think a pleasurable five minutes is in order.

Neville was sitting at Gryffindor table when he saw Blaise get up to leave. As Blaise was putting his pack over his shoulder, he glanced over to Neville. Their eyes clashed together.

Finally, after many seconds, Blaise's gaze broke apart from Neville's, and he walked away.

Neville looked around, and then got up too, following Blaise out the Great Hall.

He traced Blaise into an empty hall, where Blaise leaned against the wall, not looking at Neville.

"I want to know the proposition," he said monotonously.

"Power."

Blaise's cat like eyes flashed over to Neville. "What?"

Neville stared at him with a strait face, not revealing anything. "Power." He held out his hand, as if he was holding something. "Freedom." Neville clenched his hand.

"Power and Freedom?," Blaise asked, confused and a little bit intimidated.

Neville nodded, and he got closer to Blaise, holding out his hand. Blaise quickly caught sight of the glyphs on Neville's finger tips. They were etched into his skin, specifically cut there.

Blaise, to concentrated on Neville's hand, was shocked when he felt Neville's mouth centimeters away from his ear. "I can take that away," Neville whispered softly, his hand crawling to Blaise's left arm and running his fingers upon it. "You wont be his pawn anymore, Blaise Zabini. He will never be able to touch you again. Never be able to read you mind or control you or force you to do anything."

"What are you talking about?" Blaise was surprised at the tone in his voice and how......small....it was.

"You know what im talking about," Neville whispered.

Blaise blinked. His heart was racing for some reason, and his mind was moving slowly. "I..."

"I can bring happiness among you, Blaise. You will be able to have you revenge on the Death Eaters, and Dumbledore's army."

"The Dark Lord..."

"Will no nothing," Neville said. "He won't be able to touch you. You will not belong to him."

"But how...?"

Neville pulled back, looking into Blaise's eyes fiercely. "You will be apart of my Royal Guard. I will mark you as my own."

Blaise gritted his teeth. "But isn't that the same —"

"No," Neville said. "I will not invade your mind and force you to do something. You will want to do it. You will want to take revenge on them. You will want to kill them because you want a promising, good future."

"Longbottom how do you—?!"

"Hush," Neville whispered.

Blaise felt his emotions go on range when that liquid voice filled his ears. It was like Neville was infesting his mind.

His dark, clouded mind.

But now, there were rays of sunlight peaking through those black clouds. The clouds were quickly retreating, forming a haven for the bright sun, which gleamed down on his mind.

It was ad if....there was hope

Blaise slowly grabbed Neville's robe, clenching onto it tightly. "You swear...," he whispered, barely audible. "You swear that all you said to me is true? You swear that i will be free from him?!"

Neville nodded slowly. "Yes, Blaise, i swear."

Blaise let out a hitched breath, and he let go of Neville. He nodded, blinking once. "Okay, Longbottom. I will let you mark me."

Neville nodded , smiling inwardly.

"Follow me."

Blaise was starting to fall, but Neville caught him.

Blaise was trembling violently, and his hands crawled up Neville's shirt, to the necklace he had laced around his neck. Blaise gripped it tightly.

"Y-you m-made two....," He whispered.

"I suggest you relax," Neville said, setting Blaise down on an old, beaten up couch carefully.

Blaise nodded once, still trembling. His fingers were bleeding, staining the couch and floor.

"Ferula," Neville said, and bandages wrapped around Blaise's hands.

"D-draco...."

Neville nodded. "Yes. I'm going to save him."

Blaise didn't say anything.

Neville sighed, pocketing his wand. " What i have put on you is worse then the Unbreakable Vow. Your powers have been extended, and you can do many things you couldn't do before. You will die if you tell anyone what I'm doing." Neville pat Blaise's shoulder. "But, you are free."

Neville turned on his heal, and walked away.

._.

Blaise listened to Neville's fading footsteps, his mind buzzing. His heart felt as if a million pounds had been lifted of it. His brain was soaring.

Blaise didn't feel burdened at all by the fact of being part of Neville's 'Royal Guard'.

He actually.....was glad he was chosen. He didn't know why, but he was.

Blaise's finger tips were searing though, and visions of Neville's murders were planted in his mind.

But Blaise wasn't afraid of it. It seemed like destiny. He knew what Neville was thinking when he killed them, what was happening to his heart. His soul. He had felt the numbing pain when Neville had split his soul into the ring on his middle finger and into the necklace along his neck.

He had seen and heard the sounds of hissing snakes; parsletounge.

Neville was slowly giving up his whole life for the good of the future. Risking his mind and soul.... just for the sake of other.

Neville was the bravest man Blaise had ever seen or heard of in his whole life.

Blaise slowly rolled up his left arms sleeve, turning his arm over.

His skin was bare; no mark. No imprint of blackness.

There was no skull with a snake, just smooth, chocolate skin.

Blaise's breath hitched as he ran his fingers across the even skin, staring at it as if it was holy.

When Blaise probed his mind, he felt no other presence there, except the light, free feeling of Neville.

He didn't feel the dark power of Lord Voldemort. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't scared.

He was free.

"I'm not doing it!," Sam growled. He clenched his book tightly, shaking his head. Megan held onto his arm tightly. They had advanced in their relationship over winter break, and now they were dating.

Neville sighed. 'I don't want to force them, but if i have to...' "Why not?," Neville asked calmly.

"I'm not going to give my soul to you!"

Neville rolled his head. "Your not giving your soul to me. I swear to you both that I'm not trying to force you to do this."

"You lying!"

"No, I'm not lying. Don't you want to be free sam? Don't you want to have a good future?! Don't you want revenge?!"

Sam's breath hitched. "Sh-shut up.."

'If i can get Megan to come, this so will he.' Neville turned to Megan, looking at her with fierce eyes. "Megan, please. For your family. For Cedric." Tears brimmed in Megan's eyes, and Sam held her tighter then he already was.

"How dare you?!," Sam hissed. "How dare you talk about my brother to her! How dare you talk about her family!"

Neville stared calmly at the scene in front of him.

Then, after Megan's small fit of sobs, she turned to Neville. She slowly held out a trembling hand.

Neville smiled inwardly.

"Megan you can't be—"

Megan cut off Sam's protests. "I have to do it. I have to bring pride on my family again. I have to revenge Cedric's death. I have to help all those little children out there who are losing their families in this dreadful war, Sam. I don't trust Potter, and you know that. I have to trust Neville. And I know Neville wont bring me down. So please—" a tear streaked down Megan's cheek—"come with me."

Sam stared at her for the longest time, his thoughts buzzing in his head.

Finally, he let out a defeated breath. "O-okay Megan. For you."

Sam turned to Neville with a sharp glare. "Mark us."

Neville nodded, and he led them away from the empty classroom.

'I need to get laid,' Neville thought with bitterness as he slumped in a fat Gryffindor seat. His hormones were ranging on extreme, and Neville had yet to make actual 'love.'

He wanted to snog his brains to mush— to bad they already were mush.

Neville's finger tips were searing with lively pain. He knew it would dull out, but he couldn't help but wince inwardly at the feeling. His mind was going extra one-track mode right now, due to the fact he had committed two marking in under a one week time period.

Neville was the one who took most of the pain when he marked, due to form of spell it was. And right now, because of his soul being split, it made it all the worse.

Neville held up his hand, examining it. His skin was chalk white, but it was sparkling against the light— like a vampire from a novel called 'Twilight'. (Neville had been fairly interested in the series, having read all four books in a week)

(A/n: I know it's way off time period, but who gives a fuck?)

Also, Neville's eyes now changed colors during the day. It was rare to see Neville's eyes the same color now, due to that fact. It was most likely a mixture of Hazel and green, or blue and chocolate brown.

When Neville was using a fairly difficult spell, or a spell he made on his own, both his eyes would grow a murderous red.

This was all because the Horcrux.

But unlike Voldemort, Neville did not turn out serpant-like. He didn't turn out looking revolting or disgusting.

Neville grew gorgeous. He looked like an angel.

But he looked so beautiful, most were afraid of him—just like Draco Malfoy.

Draco, being born one-fourth veela, was cursed with a beautiful body and face. His sour attitude most likely helped turning people away from him.

But Neville could see right through that thin armor. So many cracks.....All Neville had to do was just brush against the glass and it would shatter into a billion pieces.

Neville sighed, craning his head back to look at the outdated Quidditch framed picture. The seeker was hovering there, and the snitch was zipping around him.

Neville followed it with his eyes, and he wanted to crush it. It was so annoying....

"Neville."

Neville's head snapped around at the call of his name. He saw Harry in front of him.

"What is it?," Neville asked.

Harry leaned down, and his hand cupped Neville's crotch. It was then that Neville noticed he had a random hormonal boner. Harry grinned, liking his lips seductively.

'You have to be kidding me,' Neville though with annoyance. "Harry, will you fucking stop?!," he practically yelled.

Harry simply grinned wider as he started massaging Neville's hard cock. "Why Neville? Stop pushing people away. I'm trying to help you. Let me take care of you."

Neville sighed, shaking his head. "Fine," he said. "If you want to be a little slut, go ahead and suck me off."

Harry frowned. "I'm not a slut."

"Yeah, you are. You keep trying to snog with me."

Harry's eyes narrowed in distaste. He brought his hand back and then firmly slapped Neville. "How dare you?! I'm Harry Potter! The chosen one! My parents died to protect me! Do you know how many people want to get me in bed?!"

Neville snorted. "You're a concieted slutty bitch. You don't know anything about loss Potter. Your parents died, wow. My parents mad right now, and they have no clue who the bloody fuck i am. Try living on, knowing that your parents don't even know you."

Harry's cheeks set ablaze. He punched Neville in the cheek , and then grabbed Neville's hair, pulling him roughly out the chair.

He through Neville to the ground and started kicking him.

Neville didn't go into his mind because that's inpolite. He doesn't like sneaking into people minds. Only if he's specifically aggrivated to no extent. And there was a wizard camera catching all this.

Harry continued to kick and punch Neville, most likely shattering, spraining, or breaking many muscles or bones.

Blood sprang out of Neville's mouth, and he screamed in pain.

Tears brimmed in his eyes.

Harry grabbed Neville's head again, and he wrapped a cloth around Neville's mouth so his cries were muffled.

Harry shred of Neville's clothes, and then looked down at the nude, trembling body.

'So beautiful,' he though, smiling.

'What a horrible way to treat a former DA member,' Neville though in annoyance, rolling his eyes. He had stopped coming to the meeting, not that anyone noticed.

Harry grabbed Neville's legs and spread them wide, revealing Neville's pink pucker.

Neville unsheathed his hard cock, and he slammed it inside Neville, ripping Neville's insides.

Neville screamed, but it was muffled. Tears shed from his eyes as Harry pounded inside him.

Harry's hands caressed Neville's body, and then he clenched onto Neville's nipples, tweaking them way too harshly.

Neville winced and flinched, and he shut his eyes tightly.

'This is going to set you back, Potter,' he thought with an inward smirk.

Suddenly, Harry started ramming into him faster, and his fingers were squeezing Neville's nips Neville feared he would rip them off.

He was going to cum soon. Neville, tired of playing damsel in distress, kicked up his legs and rammed his foot into the side of Harry's head.

Harry screamed in pain, pulling out of Neville and falling to the floor.

'Merlin,' Neville though, pulling the cloth out of his mouth. He stepped over the crying harry, grabbing his wand and summoning a towel.

A red towel popped up, and Neville wrapped himself in it.

Then, his owl appeared—which he had named Jasmine. (A/N: i don't remember if i had named the owl, or the gender i had put it as. Sorry T_T)

Jasmine fluttered over to a table, where the camera was.

Neville strapped the small device around Jasmine's leg, and ordered her to go to Dumbledore's office immediately. Jasmine took off.

Neville sighed, looking at the still-crying Harry.

Neville kicked him in the back of his head, and Neville went unconscious. "Bloody bastard," Neville hissed, walking up to his room and changing, leaving Harry on the floor.

No one except the professors knew about what Harry had done, and you could say they weren't particularily elated about it.

Harry now had two months detention, couldn't take the apparation class(even though he couldn't do that already because of his birthday timing) and couldn't take expeditions with Dumbledore for a month.

He now got the cold finger—even worse from Snape.

Neville was doing great. They looked at him with pity, and believed him to be an innocent child.

Looking into Dumbledore's mind, Neville saw the same thing.

So, everything was perfect for Neville.

All he needed to do was Mark Draco, and he could start his first mission.

Neville sat his desk in Potions, writing down notes with a quil. He was barely paying attention, but his hand was moving on it's own.

He was watching Draco with an intense gaze. Draco looked tired and worm, but mostly, annoyed. He wanted to go to sleep, something he hadn't done in such a long time. Watching this, Neville clenched down on his quil. Voldemort was killing Draco from the inside out.

The quil snapped in his hand.

"Shit!," Neville cursed under his breath. He looked down at the quil with anger, glaring at it.

There was a sudden screech, and Neville's head snapped up.

Draco was stuffing his things in his duffle. He was going to leave.

Quickly, without any warning, Draco fled out the dungeons, the door closing with a loud 'clank!' behind him.

Slughorn pretended not to notice, but his eyes did gaze up when Neville too walked out of the room without notice.

Neville followed Draco quickly and quietly, keeping a safe distance.

Draco suddenly stopped, his back on the wall and him sliding down to the floor. Neville stopped too, watching him. He listened as Draco took a breath, and then Draco stood up and started walking again—this time, faster.

Neville had to jog to keep up with him. Draco turned into a bathroom, and Neville watched as he clasped a hand over his mouth, and screamed into it.

He rolled up his left arm sleeve, revealing the Dark Mark.

He turned on the faucet at the sink, and splashed ice cold water on it, trying to get it to stop burning.

Of course, it was no use, but it gave Draco some satisfaction.

Draco clenched onto the sink, gripping it tightly.

Neville decided to make himself known. He walked out behind Draco. "Draco," he said in a loud voice.

Draco's head snapped back as fast as a snake, and his breath hitched. Then, he sneered. "Longbottom—ah!" Draco gasped, his hand coiling around the mark on his arm and him wincing. "Shit!," he cursed under his breath.

"You better not tell anyone about this Longbottom!," Draco growled.

"Don't worry," Neville said. "I already knew. I know Blaise had one too."

"Had?," Draco asked, picking up on the past tense quickly.

"Yes, I took it away."

"Fuck off."

Neville snorted, and he was suddenly right by Draco. He grabbed Draco's wrists and pinned the teen to the wall.

Draco stared at him, and then he started to struggle. "What the fuck, Longbottom! Get the bloody fuck off me!"

Neville put all his physical strength in to not let go of Draco. "Draco, let me explain."

"No! Get off me!"

"DRACO. STOP. MOVING."

Immediately, Draco stopped struggling, paralized.

Neville sighed thankfully. "Now," he said, looking into Draco's eyes. "I have a proposition for you, just like i had for Blaise."

"I don't know what the fuck your—"

"SHUT UP! Listen to me Draco. I'm trying to save you. I will save you."

Draco's eyes widened, and then he diverted his eyes. "Get off me Longbottom."

Neville hissed, then he forced himself to calm down with a sigh. He rested his cheek on Draco's shoulder, and then pressed his body firmly against Draco's, closing his eyes.

Draco's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped. He could feel it; the hardness pressing against him.

"Longbottom you—"

Neville hummed in Draco's ear. "It's Neville," he whispered. Neville's face was flushed.

Draco found himself able to move, and his hands slowly slid to his side. "N-Neville..."

Neville moaned. Draco saying his name...it was....it was such a turn on. His erection grew bigger, and his pants felt so tight.

"Please believe me Draco...i want to help you...i helped Blaise...please, let me help you..."

"But he...he chose me..."

Neville groaned lightly. "I choose you."

Draco's breath hitched. Then, his eyes slowly fluttered to a close. He wrapped his arms around Neville pressing them together more, revealing he too was erected.

"Draco i want you," Neville whispered in his ear. He nipped at it. "I want you as a lover...i want you as my protector...i need you...please..."

"Okay," Draco said in a hushed voice. "You can have me."

Neville groaned, his head jerking back when he felt Draco's hands grope his buttocks.

"Draco!," Neville moaned. He could feet his pre-cum dribbling from his cock.

One of Draco's hands snaked up Neville's shirt, as the other crawled into him pants. Neville's breath hitched when Draco lightly tugged at one of Neville's nipple, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger. Draco's hand gripped Neville's stiff cock. His thumb kneaded it's head, spreading the pre-cum around.

Neville's hips thrust into Draco's hands as he moaned deeply, which he muffled in Draco's neck.

Draco did a slow pump up Neville's cock, and Neville's mind had a frenzy.

"So good!! Ahh! Nnn so good!," Neville moaned as Draco pumped his cock while fondling his nipple.

Draco smiled at Neville's beautiful moans. Neville's voice was so gorgeous...

Neville gripped Draco's robes tightly, moaning loudest.

He exploded into Draco's hands, covering them with semen.

Draco left Neville pants, bringing his creamy fingers up to his mouth. He plopped one in and sucked on it, his tongue lacing around it, his taste buds aiming to destinguish the taste.

It was almost impossible to describe.

It was extremely sweet, but there was a saltiness to it. There were other unknown flavors that mixed in it, and the outcome = the best thing Draco had ever tasted in his whole life to the mega extreem x fourteen billion.

Draco licked off all the cum off his hand, moaning at the taste.

Then, he looked at Neville, who was blushing, diverting his eyes.

Draco smiled, kissing the boy on the cheek. "Your so cute....the flush of your cheek is like a sea of freshly bloomed roses."

Neville's breath hitched, and his eyes stayed at the ground. "Draco....."

"Neville...."

Then, he looked Draco straitly, his pupils speaking determination. He grabbed Draco's hand.

"I said i would save you from the Dark Lord. Come with me."

Draco nodded, being pulled along by Neville.

"Draco...? Are you alright...?"

Draco slowly opened his eyes, seeing the face of Neville Longbottom. He looked like an angel....his skin was glowing, his two different shaded eyes....

Draco stared at him with interest. Neville, feeling self conscious, blushed, making Draco's mind have a frenzy.

Draco slowly sat up, and he looked around. His body..it felt..it felt so light.

Draco noticed he had bandages around his fingers, proving that he had just been marked. But he didn't feel that to be bad.....

Draco was suddenly curious. Had Neville spoken the truth?! Was he really gone?!

Draco quickly started to role up his sleeve, but he gasped as his fingertips singed violently.

Neville kneeled beside Draco, grabbing Draco's arm lightly.

All the pain went away quickly as Draco stared into Neville's soft eyes....

Neville started to fold up Draco's sleeve, though he kept the underside down.

Then, once it was all the way rolled up, he flipped Draco's arm over.

Draco had tears in his eyes.

Right in front of him was his arm. His smooth, pale arm. His clean, beautiful arm.

Draco brought his hand to his mouth. "I-it's g-g-gone....," he whispered as tears streaked down his cheeks.

He didn't care though. He didn't care if Neville saw him crying.

Draco's heart was thumping painfully against his chest in joy, pounding in his ears.

He immediately took a hold of Neville, embracing him in a tight hug. "Neville!," he sobbed in Neville's shoulder. "Neville i love you so much!"

Neville smiled at those words.

Neville.....Neville i love you so much!

"We call it the three D's students!," Mr. Twycross said loudly so his voice could be heard by all the students. "Destination! Determination! Deliberation!"

The students watched the teacher with deep interest, not wanting to miss a second.

In front of the teacher lay a circular wood frame. "Now watch me!"

Mr. Twycross stepped inside the circle, staring at the students.

"Step one! Fix your mind firmly upon the desired destination!" The teacher paused, looking around some more to see if everyone was paying attention.

"Step two! Focus your determination to occupy the visualized space! Let your yearning to enter it flood from your mind to every particle of your body."

Another pause.

"Step three! Turn on the spot, feeling your way into nothingness, moving with deliberation!"

Suddenly, there was a loud 'pop!' and Mr. Twycross disappeared.

The students gasped, looking around the Great Hall for him.

Then, a student pointed to him. He was where the Hufflepuff table would be. He had orginally started from the Slytherin.

"Amazing!," everyone whispered.

Neville rolled his eyes.

He glanced over to Blaise, Lisa, Megan, and Natasha. At some point as Neville was watching, their eyes connected.

They had no negative emotions in there eyes against Neville, some even smiled.

Sam had definitely taken a lighter turn towards Neville, and he was one who smiled, revealing the Hufflepuff inside him.

Neville smiled back kindly before he turned back to the circle in front of him.

He stepped inside of it carefully.

He looked around. Manny people were screaming at that ring, and there were already med wizards and witches inside. Ron had splinched his eyebrow. Neville couldn't help but laugh.

Looking back to the ring, Neville focused on a place besides Natasha. Suddenly, there was a loud 'pop!' in his ears, and he appeared beside the girl.

"Hello," Neville greeted.

"Hi," she replied, a bitter taste in her mouth. She still couldn't get the hand of it no matter how hard she tried. Finally, she sighed, shaking her head. "This is stupid."

Neville smirked. "'Tasha, who do you have a crush on?"

"Blaise Zabini? Why?"

Neville pointed at Blaise across the room. "Who is that boy right there?"

Natasha gasped. She closed her eyes tightly, and focused. 'I want to go to Blaise! I want to go to Blaise!'

Suddenly, Natasha felt herself succumbed to a darkness. Then, she opened her eyes, and she felt air.

Natasha gasped, falling. She was caught by cold arms. Natasha slowly opened her squeezed shut eyes, and she met with the face of Blaise Zabini only centimeters away.

Natasha's minty breath hitched. "B-Blaise....."

Suddenly, Blaise did the most gorgeous smile Natasha has ever seen. Natasha practically fainted.

Blaise chuckled lightly, setting the girl up right. "Good job, Tasha."

Neville let his eyes wonder off the cute couple to see Mandy.

Tears were streaming out her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks.

Neville could see why; her left thumb had been dislocated off her body. Neville hoped into a ring and apparated over to her quickly, kneeling beside her. He caressed her blonde hair, hushing her sobs. "It's okay, Mandy. It's okay." A med wiz appeared by her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Mandy popped away, all the way back to her thumb. It snapped back on her, and Mandy let out a sob of joy.

Being the girl Mandy was, she boldly apparated over to Megan, not even thinking about the possible consiquences. Amazingly, Mandy failed to get splinched that time, and she hugged Lisa as if her life depended on it.

Lisa had already successfully apparated, and let herself be squeezed to death by her now-best-friend.

Neville sighed happily, leaning against the wall with a smirk.

"Blaise and Lisa. I want you two to teach Sam, James, and Megan how to Apparate in the room of Requirement," Neville ordered.

Lisa and Blaise nodded. "Okay."

"What about Draco?," Lisa asked.

Neville smiled, grabbing hold of Draco's forearm. "He is coming with me."

With a wink, Neville disapparated from Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.

He gripped onto Draco's arm tightly as they disapparated, making sure if Draco let go, he wouldn't be lost.

Then, they popped into a lightness. Neville and Draco opened there eyes, where they appeared to be in a cave. It smelled of salt water and rotten whatevers.

"Where are we?," Draco asked.

"A special place" was Neville's reply. Neville summoned a razor, and he placed it at his skin.

"No!," Draco yelled, stopped Neville's hand that was about to slice his hand. "I'll do it."

Neville stared at Draco, and then handed the knife over to him. "Okay."

Neville took the razor and bit his lip tightly, staring at his hand as he sliced the skin open.

He flinched when it cut, but did it anyway. When he was done, he was left with a bleeding hand.

"What do i do now?," he asked.

Neville took his wrist and placed his hand along the cave wall, running it across the surface. Draco gasped in pain, but Neville continued. Then, he let go of Draco's hand, and there was a rumble as the cave wall started opening.

"Ferula," Draco said, causing bandages to appear and fold over his skin.

"Come with me," Neville said, leading the way.

"Can you tell me what we're doing?," Draco asked.

Neville nodded this time. "Yes. Dumbledore and Potter will be here in aproxomently six hours. They will be searching for a Horcrux. You know what that is, yes? Okay, good. Right now, it would be impossible to find it unless for me. So, i guess im making their path easier."

"Why? This is Potter!"

Neville immediately froze, and he looked back to Draco, who seemed infuriated at the idea of helping the 'chosen one'.

Neville grit his teeth. "This is the future."

Draco's eyes widened for a second, and then lowered to regular size. "Sorry, Neville."

Neville nodded, and smiled. "It's okay. Now"—Neville placed a hand on Draco's chest, pushing him back—"stay close. This is a ledge."

The two climbed and climbed, until they reached a black ending.

"Lumos," they both whispered, holding out their wands. The tips gleamed with light. Neville sent his first gleam out, and it shown towards the back it seemed of the came.

"The Horcrux is down there," Neville said.

"How will they get over there?," Draco asked.

"Boat. Stay back."

Neville flicked his wand towards the water. Bubbles started to form as wood rose above the surface. Then, with another flick, the pieces started coming together to form a boat. A chain was linked to the front, still submerged in the water. Slowly, the boat started to sink back into the water.

Neville grabbed Draco's arm once again, and he apparated expertly across the cave, right where the Horcrux was laying in a bask of black-ish water.

Neville stared at it, but no matter how many times he tried, he couldn't tell if it was real, or fake.

"Is that a Horcrux?," Draco asked. He reached in the water and tried to grab the locket, but couldn't.

"I don't know. I don't think it is...."

Suddenly, a vision appeared in Neville's mind. Neville grabbed the bowl, trembling. His eyes rolled back in his head at the strong sense. He could see it clearly. Someone had taken it.....two people.....no....one wizard...one house elf...

The house elf's name was kreacher....the mans name was Regulus Arcturus Black....the man had drunk the potion....he told the elf to take the locket and hide it....the man was pulled down by skeletons.....

Neville gasped, coming out his vision. His head whipped around, and he saw skeletons, climbing out from the water, crawling up their way to Neville and Draco.

Neville tried to apparate, but he found himself unable to.

Suddenly, a bony hand grabbed Draco's ankle, trying to pull him down.

"Draco!," Neville cried, grabbing onto Draco and pulling him back.

"Petrificus Totalus!," Draco yelled, pointing his wand at the skeletons gaining on them.

The inferi didn't seem effected by the body bind spell, and it kept climbing.

Suddenly, Neville felt his ankle drop out from under him, and he started falling.

"Neville!," Draco gasped.

"Stay there!," Neville ordered. "Don't save me! Don't save —"

Neville was succumbed to the water, ruining his last call.

He was being pulled down into the emptyness of the black water, all hope gone. Neville gasped for air, but water instead filled his lungs. He started thrashing, but the being held him down. Neville finally gave up, and he closed his eyes.

He was going to die. He was going to be ripped apart by the skeletons....he was....

Neville's eyes opened wide. Red eyes gleamed brightly through the darkness.

Neville could sense them; his snakes.

Neville saw them gaining on the inferi. The inferi let out loud moans as they back away, letting go of Neville.

Masssterr, his snakes called, surrounding him.

A hope sparked in Neville's heart, and he forced himself to swim. Finally, he grabbed onto the rock, climbing up to the air and onto a solid surface.

He coughed out water, and oxygen filled his lungs.

He looked up to Draco, who was hanging onto the bowl, kicking off the skeletons as best as he could.

"STAY AWAY FROM HIM!," Neville screame.d

Suddenly, the inferi were blown away. A ring of fire surrounded them, blazing with brightness.

The snakes slithered up the rocks, following their master.

Neville took Draco in a large embrace, tears spilling out his eyes. "I thought I lost you," Draco cried also. "I thought you were gone."

Neville shook his head as he wiped away his tears. He kissed Draco on the lips passionately, before parting.

Then, he looked back to his snakes.

"Collin and Sanctity, can you please stay here?"

Of coursssse masssterr, they replied.

"Why?," Draco asked.

"Now that the inferi—the skeletons—had had a taste of us, their going to be excited. They will hold them off long enough for Dumbledore to drink the potion and for Harry to get the fake horcrux."

"Why only two?"

Neville smiled. "That's top secret information."

Draco scowled.

"C'mon," Neville said. "We have to go."

Draco nodded, and then Neville popped them out of the cave.

"Draco," Neville said, handing the teen a fresh pair of robes.

"Yes?," Draco asked, changing.

"You have to go up there and pretend to still be under Voldemort's control," Neville said.

Draco's eyes widened, and then lowered. "You mean.....you want me to kill Dumbledore like the Dark Lord wants me too?"

Neville shook his head. " No. I have seen it, and Snape will kill Dumbledore, not you. But you still have to act as if you are going to."

"Oh," Draco said.

"And Draco?"

"Yes?"

"I want you to say his name."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Who's name?"

"Voldemort's. Let me hear you say Voldemort."

"Why?"

"Draco."

Draco blushed slightly, and then looked away. "V-voldemort..."

"Say it louder."

"Voldemort...."

"Louder."

"Voldemort."

"Louder."

"VOLDEMORT!," Draco screamed, agitated.

Neville smirked, and pecked Draco on the cheek. "Love you. Be a good actor."

With that, Neville apparated away.

Draco slipped on his robe and pocketed his wand.

Then, he left.

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