Who Would Have Known?

By: M14Mouse

Sequel to Who would have thought?

Chatting with Depression

((Neville's POV))

By: M14Mouse

"Gran!" I shouted as I drops Trevor again. I swear, I going to ask Hermione for a spell to keep Trevor still. I don't want to spend my fifth year chasing my toad around the school. "Come, Neville...The train is about to leave!" Gran said as she turn around briefly. I pick up Trevor and force him back into my pocket and rush toward the train. Then I trip over the hem of my robe and fell onto my face. Bloody hell, Gran! Why is the world did you get me a set of robes too big for me! I did grow a few inches this summer but not enough for this! I groan as I slowly rose to my feet. My poor nose! I rub my nose as I finally got onto the train. Gran was waiting for me by one of the compartments.

I enter the compartment and sit down next to the window. Gran told me what I should be doing and what I should not be doing. The unsual. "Don't forget the passwords. Try not destory any more cauldrons." Easier say than done. You never have deal with Professor Snape. "Don't get into trouble." Trouble? Me? Never? "Try to get good grades." Only in Herbology and perhaps, Denfense against the Dark Arts. If we have a good professor. "And try not to believe that nonsense about You-Know-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named being back." Nonsense! It is true! You did not see Harry or any one who involved in the tournment..and what about Celdic. That was not accident! Nonsense, indeed!

Finally, Gran left and I was left alone with my thoughts. You-Know-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named have not attack anyone during the summer. It has been so quiet. It is almost scary. I worry how everyone is holding up. I am almost nervous of going back to school. I wonder what is going happen next.

Click!

I look up as someone enters the compartment. I blink once to make sure I am not see things. HARRY! He look so pale and thin. He was wearing his baggy clothes. I wonder why his clothes are so baggy. "Hello, Harry. How was your summer?" I said. He look up at me and blink. "'lo, Neville. My summer.....was fine. Do you mind if I have seat..at least until Ron and Hemione show up?" Harry said softly. God, he even sound bad. I wonder, how much sleep he had over this summer. "Sure. Have a seat." I said nervously. He seems tired and heavy bags under his eyes. Silence full the air as the train start to move. After a few minutes, I wonder what to say to him and wonder where Ron and Hermione is? A sudden rush of guilt came to my gut...since when I am afraid of Harry! He is a friend! Maybe, my gran's nonsense about the tournment is getting to me.

"Harry . . . I am sorry." I said as I feel tight in my throat. He look at me and blink. "What are you sorry for? You done nothing wrong." Harry said with unsuresmile. "That is the problem. I did nothing. I saw you time and time again. I never said thank you or help you in some way. I feel so guilty." I said as I look down at the ground. "You did do something. You did not turn on or treat me any different. Thank you, Neville." Harry said as I look back up at him. I smile but soon I fly across the compartment as the uictrain brake hard. I landed right on Harry and I heard serveral screams.

I recall one of the voices . . . it was Ginny's voice.

End of Chatting with Depression.

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