That was that. Having 'friends' was a lot of work. She had gotten two letters in one hour; one from whom she'd never met, or couldn't remember. None the less, though, she was happy to hear from people her own age.
Maybe this summer would be more interesting then last, she thought as she stood against the wall upside down, once more.
I hope your summer is going well. How are Harry, Ron and Hermione? Has Harry had problems since the Department? I hope not.
Anyway I'm sorry to seem so rude but I need a place to stay from tomorrow until the end of the summer, before we set off for Hogwarts, again.
One of the Healers who work with my parents came tonight with some bad news; my mother has been having some issues ... she's slipping from this world. She's created another world where she lives now ... erm, yes well anyway. I was just wondering if it might be all right to come and stay at your house for awhile. I usually would stay with my family but my Gran and all my other relatives are going to be so busy. They're all taking turns going back to St. Mungo's to try and talk to my mum, try and get her to come back to her ... mind?
Well I can't come over, that's all right. Please don't worry about it. I'm sure I'll be able to find another place.
Thanks,
Neville
Just hours before his Gran had come up, once she had seen Mr. Devon out the door. She had sat down at the end of his bed and explained his mother's conditions. Apparently she had gone ... crazy. She insisted that she belonged to another world, one where the ground was blackened by dying bodies, and souls roamed freely around. Where whenever someone suffered a dark, painful death the heavens about bled deep and dark.
When Neville heard this, his heart wrenched. His mother was becoming more and more depressed. The Healer, Mr. Devon told his Gran that his mother's memory had slowly begun to return, but for the worst. Instead of remembering things like her wedding day, or the day Neville was born she remembered being taken by Death Eaters, remembered being tortures. She remembered losing her mind and this caused her to become depressed. She quickly withdrew from the world and created her own.
Neville had begged his Gran to bring him with her the next time she went to see his parents but she scowled and told him that place wasn't good for a little boy. Neville had told her that he was sure the thing to help his mother would be to see her only son but she shot this answer down. She said she didn't want her grandson to see his mother in that state.
He was very upset by this, he thought he might be helpful, to his mother, father, and the Healers at St. Mungo's. Obviously, he was the only one who thought this way and now he was left trying to find a place to stay for the remaining few weeks of summer.
It was no use. He couldn't remember any of those times, he couldn't remember. He was just to young when his parents were normal, and he couldn't remember them. He sighed and reached over to his dresser and he picked up a picture frame. In it were his mother and father, laughing and holding hands, waving and smiling up at him. Neville wished so hard that his parents could be like they were in the picture once more, but it was pointless, he had been wishing for that since they had been attacked by Death Eaters. Neville remembered when he was younger and every time it was his birthday and he was presented with a cake and candles to blow out he would make his birthday wish: to have his parent�s back again and then blow the candles out.
After almost 10 years of that he began to lose hope, and now his mother had gone completely crazy, living in a world she had made up. There was no chance she would be able to make it out of her mind alive. Neville was worried and scared for her but he also felt hurt and abandon. His parents had left him when he was so very young and even though they couldn't help it, he still felt slightly unwanted.
Neville shook his head clear of those thoughts just as a small, very excited owl flew in through his window. Ginny! That was fast.
I'm so sorry to here about everything that's happening at home! I really hope your mother gets better, Neville! I really do.
I asked my mum if you could come over and she said that was fine, and if there is anything she can do to help your Gran she's happy to help in anyway she can. How about you come over in about four days? We'll come get you at your house all right?
Oh! But maybe I should warn you ... Luna Lovegood is going to be over as well. I've invited her. I hope that's not a problem.
We'll see you soon! Good luck,
Ginny