- Tears of Laughter, Joy and Pain –
- AlwaysPadfoot –
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- I'd Do Anything -
MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN - MINISTRY FEARS BLACK IS 'RALLYING POINT' FOR OLD DEATH EATERS
The Ministry of Magic announced late last night that there has been a mass breakout from Azkaban.
Speaking to reporters in his private office, Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic, confirmed that ten high-security prisoners escaped in the early hours of yesterday evening and that he has already informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the dangerous nature of these individuals.
'We find ourselves, most unfortunately, in the same position we were two and a half years ago when the murderer Sirius Black escaped,' said Fudge last night. 'Nor do we think the two breakouts are unrelated. An escape of this magnitude suggests outside help, and we must remember that Black, as the first person ever to break out of Azkaban, would be ideally placed to help others follow in his footsteps. We think it likely that these individuals, who include Black's cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange, have rallied around Black as their leader. We are, however, doing all we can to round up the criminals, and we beg the magical community to remain alert and cautious. On no account should any of these individuals be approached.'
The breakout from Azkaban Prison had everyone practising more, working harder and studying just that little bit extra. Therefore I pinned it up amongst the pictures of the Order and of Cedric for inspiration; to spur everyone on.
The person that had improved the most was Neville Longbottom. Although, I did feel that he could improve further, but I honestly couldn't figure out quite what wasn't working for him. His incantations and wand movement were perfect but the spells he cast were either A, not strong enough, or B, not entirely accurate.
At the end of one of the DA's most productive sessions I found myself swelling with pride as I spoke to them.
"Congratulations guys, you're all doing so well; I'm really proud of your effort and hard work," I smiled. After I let them know that they should keep an eye on their coins, they all started to leave in twos or threes. Ron and Hermione hung back for me so that we could leave together, but I spotted Neville standing by the pictures and newspaper clippings on the wall. I sent a pleading look at my friends that let them know to go on ahead before I approached Neville.
"I hate not knowing them Harry," he finally whispered to me, I rested a hand on his shoulder and his eyes fell to the mad picture of Bellatrix Lestrange. "All because of her."
"Sometimes horrible things happen to good people Neville, and I know they'd be proud of you."
We stood in silence for a long while, just watching the photo of the Order. My mum and Neville's were stood side by side, their husbands close by as they posed for the photo that was being taken. They looked happy and it made me angry that the both of us had lost our parents to Voldemort; neither of us got to see or rather remember our parents that happy.
I wish I could have known them.
"Harry, when you remember them, do you ever wish that maybe you didn't get rid of Voldemort just so you can have them back?"
For a moment, I was taken aback and I guessed as 'The-Boy-Who-Lived' I should be saying that I would trade nothing for Voldemort to have never been vanquished, not even my parents. We stayed silent before Neville met my eyes looking for an answer; I kept my expression calm.
"I would do pretty much anything to have my Mum and Dad back," I eventually said, "Even if it meant that I lost all I had here."
I'd love to say that wasn't true, but for someone who had never known their parents, grown up with a family who hated them, always felt like the most insignificant person in the world, being part of a real, very normal family would make me a very happy person. A minor part of me, the part with the hero-complex was rather upset with my proclamation but deep down I felt a connection with Neville; deep down I knew he understood exactly what I meant.
"Really?" Neville's voice cracked slightly, "You really would leave everything you have here?"
"Yes, Neville, yes I would," I answered; I could swear I saw a tear slip down his cheek and a brief look of relief cross his face for just a moment.
"I would too," he replied, "Any magic that I have, I know it's not a lot but I'd give it all up for them."
"Don't say that Neville, you've improved so much; you've got just as much magic as me."
Neville just smiled weakly at me; I could sense he was purely relieved because I would give up my fame for my parents and that it wasn't so bad to have a selfish dream every so often.
There was part of him that didn't believe me either.
"You don't believe me, do you?" I asked as one eyebrow rose slightly; Neville didn't say anything, "What's your Patronus, Neville?"
"Erm…" he made a noise and then muttered a barely recognisable answer.
"What is it?" I repeated firmly giving him no option but to tell me just by changing the tone of my voice.
"It's a Lion." Neville said, looking bashfully towards his feet for a second.
"You know what? I don't even need to tell you how right your Patronus is for you Neville. You're brave, you stand up for what's right – remember first year with Malfoy? You won us the house cup with your courage and you were only eleven!"
"But –" he tried to interrupt.
"You can produce one bloody decent Patronus Neville; most fully grown wizards and witches can't do that. I cannot imagine a better Gryffindor than you – your Mum and Dad would be so proud having you as their son because you are the best representative of Gryffindor House." I felt really proud of the speech I was giving at the moment; I just hope to god Neville felt better because of it.
"Don't even say that I'm a true Gryffindor; the damn hat wanted to put me in Slytherin," I cut in. Neville and I stared at each other for a moment, and finally Neville caved.
"Thank you Harry," he smiled, "You know, I think being a Slytherin wouldn't have changed you at all."
I must admit I was surprised, if there was one person who had been mistreated the most by the Slytherins it was Neville and out of most of us he should have proved to dislike them the most.
"Really?" I asked curiously.
"They're really not that bad; you know Tracy Davies and Matthew Farley?"
I nodded even though for a while I had thought Matthew Farley was a Ravenclaw. I think that proves I really don't pay attention to anything but Voldemort.
"They're both really helpful; Tracy helps me with Transfiguration and Matthew helps me with Potions," Neville explained.
"They tutor you?!" I asked, half sceptical, half shocked. Neville nodded.
"I've actually known Matt since I was five and I help Tracy with Herbology in return," he added.
I can't say I wasn't surprised by Neville's revelation; never in a million years would I believed anyone else if they'd told me that, but I suppose I did wonder who he hung around with.
"You know Neville, you surprise me a lot and I think I really would like to know the real you," I said.
"Gran always said if there had been no war then we would have grown up together because our mums were best friends," he said, "She said we were inseparable as babies; we were like brothers apparently."
"I never knew that," I said quietly, trying to picture Neville and I's parents together with us sitting playing on the carpet. It made me smile softly but ache slightly inside; the more I thought about it, the more I craved knowing my parents even more.
All of a sudden the room shook violently and I tumbled to the floor as Neville fell into the wall trying to keep himself upright. My ears were assaulted by the obnoxious sound of stone grinding all around us and what sounded like a high pitched squealing mixed in too.
"HARRY, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" Neville shouted over the noise that was almost drowning him out. The room was shaking even harder now; the practice dummies were toppling over and I barely rolled out of the way of one of the heavier, metal looking ones. We needed to get out of here.
"GET TO THE DOOR!" I shouted as Neville had several books rained on him from the shelves he was trying to cling too.
"WHAT DOOR?! THERE IS NO BLOODY DOOR!"
My head snapped to where the door was supposed to be, and to my despair Neville was right; the door was gone. Before I knew he grabbed my arm, pulling me out the way of a falling bookshelf and we both slid under the nearest table as the room continued to shake viciously.
"What the hell is going on Harry?" Neville cried, peering out from under the table where things were slowly looking worse and worse.
"I have no idea; it's never done this before!"
"It's going to stop, right?" Neville turned to me unsure.
"I hope so Neville; I mean there's no reason for the Room to be doing this," I answered. I couldn't understand; it was a bit like an earthquake but there is no way that this was mad-made. This was magic. Since we could barely hear each other we remained quiet as the horrific scene in front of us got more disastrous by the second. I tried looking for any escape route, but all of the doors were gone now and outside the windows the sky had gone pitch back; the only light was coming from the torches on the walls, which were coincidently were still all firmly in place. There was definitely something weird going on; the room was doing this to Neville and me.
Suddenly a high pitched ringing made me clasp my hands over my ears and yell out loud. What the hell was that?! My head screamed with pain, ripping across my forehead and straight to my temples. I barely managed to glimpse at Neville, who was in the same pain before my eyes rolled backwards and I knew nothing more.
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