Neville Longbottom paced in his room. "Why me?" he mumbled as his head turned to his desk. He sharply looked away when his eyes made contact with a black notebook. A few moments ago when he was outside Draco had been bullying him about his parents. When the Slytherin Prince and his goons left a note had fallen from the sky. Neville picked it up and noticed the title, "Death Note". Because of his fear he had ran to the Gryffindor common room and up into his dorm. Luckily most of the Gryfinndor's were gone due to Quidditch practice.

"If that notebook can truly kill people I can take revenge on that wretched witch Bellatrix." Neville shook with uncontrollable rage at the thought of the deranged witch. "I can't kill a person though."

"Not with that frame of mind." Ryuk chuckled when Neville jumped. "I'm a shinijami, the owner of that notebook. You have a pretty messed up past. This Bellatrix LeStrange driving your parents insane. I'd pity you if you weren't so pathetic yourself."

"I'm not pathetic. Is there a way I could take back a death if I change my mind?" Neville inquired hopefully.

"No. Once a life is gone it's gone."

"I can't kill Bellatrix by just writing her name in the Death Note. That's impossible."

"You live in a world where with one flick of a wand a kid is a ferret. How could a notebook that can be used to kill people be so unbelievable?"

"I won't do it."

"Would you like to give the Death Note back then?"

"I didn't say that. I just need to think this through."

Draco was searching through the library when he noticed the bushy haired teen reading at one of the wooden tables. "Granger." he hissed.

Hermione kept her nose in her book and Draco sighed. He crossed to the other side of the table and sat across from her. "Look, I don't want to ask Madam Pince about a book because she'd pry or tell Snape. I want to know what book to check out about recurring dreams."

"Dreams or nightmares?" Hermione inquired with her lips pursed.

"They're too foggy to decipher. It's like a suppressed memory trying to figure itself out."

"Harry has had the same problem. Why don't you take occlumency lessons?"

"Because Snape and my father have taught me well. I just… you really are the brightest witch of our age." he said begrudgingly.

Hermione's lip twitched and she said coolly, "Thanks."

Ryuk lounged on Neville's bed as he sat at the desk staring at the open notebook. The pale shinijami regarded the young boy with his red eyes. 'Nothing like Light or Tom Riddle. He does thirst for vengeance though.' "You know," the god of death said, "You can think of it like this: you'll be crippling You-Know-Who's followers. At least you should kill the one who drove your parents to St. Mungo's."

"But killing like this is so cowardly." Neville whispered.

"Yeah, but all's fair in love and war. Isn't the Wizarding World at war?"

"Not yet."

"Death Eaters are rising. They have plans. Why not throw a wrench in them by killing off one of the most loyal? No one would know."

"I would."

Ryuk stood and leaned over the young wizard. "Come on kid. I can tell you're itching to write down her name. You want revenge for the wrong you've been dealt. You could've lived your life with your parents instead of your grandma who wears that ugly fur coat. If only she hadn't used the crucio curse on your parents. All the pain they suffered and the hurt you've suffered was caused by Bellatrix."

Neville sneered as her face popped up into his mind. He dipped his quill in the inkpot and scratched her full name into the notebook. Ryuk smiled and chuckled. Finally some action.

Bellatrix stomped up to her brother-in-law and was about to yell at him for telling her how to take care of her job when she started to convulse. Soon she was on the floor twitching. Lucius stared down at the now still woman. He waved his wand over her and found no pulse. Despite himself he smiled. The annoying woman was finally dead.

So instead of a one-shot I decided to add a bit more. I don't know where this will go but a review would be nice, please and thank you.