SCOTLAND HIGHLANDS. HOGWARTS SCHOOL.                          THE HOSPITAL WING.

"Out of the way! Out of the way!" A loud male voice bellowed, as few ravenclaws were peering from the corner in their pyjamas.  y/n opened the door to see a ginger man being carried over he shoulders of Lupin and Kingsley Shaklebolt, his face covered with a deep red liquid that dripped from his chin and left small droplets against the stones.

Y/n opened out the doors instantly, as Lupin and Shaklebolt dragged inside the hospital wing. Hermione, Ron and Luna seemed to be chasing behind them. Hermione noticing y/n, running over and enveloped the blonde girl with black highlights the biggest hug she had even been given.

"Are you alright? Is Harry alright? What about Neville? He got knocked back by that curse of the staircase," Hermione rambled, the ginger siblings chasing after the injured man. "That's Bill, Ron and Ginny's eldest brother, he was attacked by Greyback, you know that werewolf? He's completely destroyed, Ginny's gone to get Harry now, saw her in the way up," Hermione said, letting go of the hug, dragging her to the end of the hospital wing where Madame Promfrey guided the man, laying him back revealing his badly blooded face, with three cuts sliced directly through the centre of his face horizontally.

"It's bad, won't he become a werewolf?" Y/n asked, wincing at the tightness of her stomach.

"Not sure really, you okay? I saw you throw Greyback through that window, me and Luna was out checking for more death eaters," Hermione announced, before guiding the girl away slightly. "Harry!" Hermione almost screamed, giving the teenage boy a large hug, asking if the boy asked if he was okay and informing him on the situation with Bill. "Is it true? Dumbledore was killed?" Hermione questioned only for the heads to turn.

"Pardon?" Lupin almost yelled, all eyes turned to where Hermione, Harry and y/n stood.

"Dumbledore was killed, and Snape did it," Harry announced. "We saw it all, we was in the storage room underneath the astronomy tower, Malfoy disarmed him as he said he was ordered by Voldermort to kill him, he's been trying to all year, but death eaters came up the stairs and joined," Harry paused, his eyes glued to the ground. "Snape joined and killed him on the spot," Harry finished, y/n watched as Lunas lips trembled, an odd feature to her pale skin as she'd usually be one to smile, Madame Promfrey gave out a small wail as tears streamed down her cheeks, Hermione and Ron looked to y/n and Harry in shock.

"Molly and Arthur are on their way," McGonagall announced, striding inside of the ward her robes ripped and her braid loose, she noticed y/n and Harry. "Hagrid said something about Dumbledore-"she was cut off by Harry.

"Dumbledore's dead and Snape killed him," Harry spoke instantly, catching his professor off guard. The old woman pressed her fingers against mouth.

"Oh it's my fault, I told filibuster to fetch Snape about the death eaters inside the castle, if he probably haven't alerted Snape he wouldn't of joined with the death eaters," McGonagall sighed. "He told us he'd be out and we should patrol the corridors, all the passageways seemed shut and well secured and when the death eaters broke in we was all so confused..." Minerva announced, shaking her head.

"They came through the Room of Requirement, Draco Malfoy had been mending a twin of a vanishing cabinet to form a passage from Borgin and burkes to Hogwarts," y/n added, clearly the confusion.

"So that's who it was!" Ron yelled. "Me, Ginny and Neville were snooping on Malfoy, we figured after a while of looking at the Marauders map he'd be acting funny, went to go check and whatever when he threw something that made the rom pitch black," Ron growled.

"Fred and Georges instant darkness powder, tried everything to get out, Incendio, Lumos, could hear people get away but when we got out of that corridor we managed to run into Lupin and Tonks, told them instantly what had happened," Ginny took over with a displeased look on her face as she told Harry and y/n, Hermione stood guilty.

"So you and Luna?-" y/n questioned just as Hermione groaned.

"If I had known what he was doing I wouldn't of let Snape get away!" Hermione babbled. "We was pondering outside of shapes office, unsure what was going on cause Ron took the marauders map with him when Flitwick came from the dungeons yelling that death eaters has came inside, he went into Snape office, and we heard some odd thud, Snape came out to tell us he'd fainted and he needed help whilst he went to go fight the death eaters," Hermione explained. "Oh I was so stupid you two! It's so obvious he'd stupefied Flitwick and got away to kill Dumbledore," Hermione covered her face in shame.

"It's alright Hermione, we didn't know, we should be lucky he didn't kill us or Flitwick instead," Luna reassured the guilty bushy haired girl with a slight rub on her shoulder.

"We would've been able to get up to the stairwell but the death eaters had put curses and jinxes on it, Neville went running into it only to be thrown back, I tried doing the same but only repeated what Neville had done until that big death eater sent off a hex that prevented the hex and caused a battle-" Lupin then added to the conversation only for three more people to come running through the hospital wing doors.

"Oh bill!" Mrs. Weasley cried, looking to her eldest sons morphed face, snatching Madame promfrey a ointment and cotton, dabbing on his wounds. "My beautiful boy, of course it doesn't matter how he looks, oh and he was going to be married!" Molly wailed, Fleur turned to Mrs. Weasley with a stern and angry look.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked quickly. "What do you mean he was going to be married?" She added, Molly stopped dabbing the ointment onto bills face.

"Well I thought that-" Molly began but Fleur looked down angrily to Mrs. Weasley.

"You think that because of these bites and scratches bill will not love me? It will stop him from marrying me? Because it'll have to take more than a werewolf to bill loving me!" Fleur yelled, her French accent showing thickly through her words, everyone paused at the slight outburst. "You thought I would not wish to marry him? Or perhaps hoped? Why would I care how he looks? These scars show that my husband is brave and I will marry him!" Fleur yelled, snatching the ointment from Molly's hands to take care of her fiancée, dabbing the material at his sore wounds. Ron, Ginny, Hermione, y/n and Harry waited awkwardly for Molly's sudden outburst on Fleur, but watched as the ginger woman calmly sighed.

"Our great aunt Muriel, has a tiara, I'm sure she'll lend in to you for the wedding..." Molly paused. "It'll look beautiful with your hair," Molly added, her slight quietness seemed to come across as an apology to Fleur which she surprisingly took well.

"Thank you, I think that would be lovely," Fleur announced, the teens exchanged startling odd looks, meanwhile y/n reached over to give her cousin a hug, Fleur responding in an even tighter embrace, recently finding out about her fathers death.

"See! She still wants to marry him even if he's bitten, she doesn't care!" Tonks yelled, turning to Lupin, the older man looked away from the young woman. y/n's eyes widened.

"It's different, he's not a full werewolf, the cases are completely-" he responded just for Tonks to seize his robes, shaking them.

"But I don't care either! I don't care! I've told you. A million times!" Tonks responded, Lupin refusing to met with her brown eyes.

"And I've told you a million times, I'm much too old for you, too poor, too dangerous," Remus' shoulders deflating. "You deserve someone young and whole," he added, Tonks slipping her hands away in defeat.

"But she wants you, an after all young and while men don't remain so," Mr. Weasley added to the conversation, Remus finally looking away from the ground, where Arthur was pointing at a mutilated Bill Weasley.

"This isn't an appropriate time to discuss it, Dumbledore is dead," Remus spoke in a slight bitter tone.

"Dumbledore would have been happier than anybody to think that there was bit more love in the world," McGonagall stepped forward, noticing Remus inhaled deeply.

"Done it Professor McGonagall, I've moved him, Flitwicks gone for a lie down as me and Professor Sprout helped some of the kids to bed again," Hagrid announced, his large frame having to crouch as he came through the door. McGonagall nodded to the half-giant.

"Thank you Hagrid, I shall see the ministry when they arrive, tell the heads of houses to meet in my office is like you to join too, Slughorn can represent Slytherin house, oh and would you mind joining too potter? Only potter if that's alright Black?" McGonagall questioned y/n who was seated beside Fleur, the two girls looking completely stunning just sat beside each other.

"Of course professor," y/n announced. Y/n watched silently as Harry wondered off with McGonagall, his hand clutched with the locket they'd found in the cave from earlier that evening.

-

it was much later in the night and y/n still wore the sweaty, wet clothes that she fought in, sleepily sat with her head in her arms as she watched Neville's chest rise and fall. everyone had headed upstairs for their well deserved rests.

Hagrid came up to pass over her packet of cigarettes, with full permission to have one when she'd like, Tonks came and asked about her and Neville, gleeful to hear they had managed to work things out and become a title, the first person y/n had told, to which Fleur joined in their conversation to cheer each other up. 

Later, Tonks left with Lupin, which both Delacour's winked at her for, wishing her luck as they left. Fleur headed back to her fiancée from the other side of the room as y/n remained at Neville's side, scratching her nails at the side of the cigarette box.

the urges got the best of her when she removed herself from the room and towards the courtyard, hidden in the shelter where she sat in silence. she walked across the courtyard as she smoked, shivering in the summer breeze, grazing her fingers across the wooden posts of the slightly overgrown leaves. 

she had another cigarette when she sat at the fountain, bristling her fingers inside of the water that dived outside of a statues mouth, drizzling against the cobblestones and the back of y/n's palm, dragging the cig until the butt of it. she continued to smoke another once she turned back to the castle and observed the sun beaming over the Scotland highlands, taking another cigarette from its bundle and ignited it once more. 

it seemed to be around 5:25am as y/n headed up to the hospital wing again, noticing that Neville was awake and staring at the ceiling in boredom, y/n almost gasped in bliss, but jogged towards his bed, which very easily startled the boy. her arms managed to hug at his shoulders, her body sat sideways on the bed, managing to embrace his body. 

"y/n? what time is it?" the boy asked as, feeling his hands behind her back to attempt in reassuring her. "what's wrong dar- ow! ow, ow," he winced, arching his back slightly with his screwed up expression. y/n jumped back.

"sorry, sorry," she told his repeatedly, wiping her eyes, pushing her tears away, her chest stammered and hiccupped. 

"what wrong my love? what happened?" he asked, taking hold on her hand that wiped her own tears, replacing them with his hands, cradling her face. 

"a lot, fucking hell-" she paused to take a deep breathe. "um...well death eaters managed to get in the castle from Malfoy," y/n told, watching Neville nod, still holding her face. "which caused Snape to kill Dumbledore-"

"Snape killed Dumbledore?" Neville asked, his his bulged meanwhile y/n sobbed even harder. 

"we could've done something Neville, me and harry were right underneath it, we should've stunned the motherfucker, not just watched-" y/n rambled, her chest pumped with the overthrown wave of emotions that visibly radiated off her.

"come here darling," he told, holding his arms out for her to place herself inside of, her body shook alongside her sobs, heavily holding herself inside of Neville's grasp as he rubbed her back tenderly. "its not your fault, you didn't know Snape was going to kill him, it was an unpredicted act, it is not your fault," he reassured the girl, she cried more into his chest, in desperate need to gush out the emotions that clogged up her chest. 

"you scared me so much Neville, when you was sat on the ground with the faintest look across your face, and then i turned round to see you knocked the fuck out, i cant tell you how badly i must've shit myself," she exclaimed, pulling herself away from the hug, bringing her hands to the sides of Neville's face, with his hands sat at her hips. "i cannot express how much i cannot loose you Neville," she told, pressing her forehead against his, tears leaked onto his cheeks. "I've just had about five cigarettes because of how badly i was worried about you not waking up," she told, using her thumbs to wipe the tears that landed on his cheeks. "you are so precious to me, how dare you do something so reckless." she cried, feeling Neville's hands rub her back again.

"i thought it was a normal staircase," he whispered up at her, creating small circles on her back.

"but it wasn't," she whispered, exhaling through her dried lips, giving up, her tears seemed to not move. "its wasn't a normal staircase you melon," she sighed, her shoulders deflated from its tense position. "please don't do it again," she whispered, they're noses laid beside each other, her breathe sat against his lips. "never again, nevvie" her thumbs brushed against his slightly freckled cheeks, feeling him nod under her grip.

"of course, my love," he mentioned back.

a pause was held longingly between them, with only the feeling of their breathe brushing at each others lips, they didn't look at each other since their eyes were completely shut, every now and then y/n would sniffle.

"y/n?" Neville eventually spoke. 

"yeah?" y/n responded, through a delicate whisper.

"...kiss me?" he responded, his closed eyes flickered at her lips, inches away from his own.

"where?" she asked, sliding her thumb across his bottom lip. "here?" she suggested, glaring at his lips as he replied:

"yes," his breathe hitched, huffing against y/n's lips which dipped closer to press against each other, feeling them squash into a deep, meaningful kiss. 

the hands that were clutched against her back travelled their way up towards the nape of her neck, tilting his head to the side slightly to deepen the kiss further, y/n's palms made thier way up from his face towards his hair, tugging at the back of it. their lips left each other for a second which caused more tears to fall from y/ns eyelashes, Neville's hands brushed against her cheeks, in a reassuring way.

"i love you," y/n whispered, holding onto the sides of his face again, pressing her lips against his left cheek, pecking before kissing his right cheek, kissing it again in the same spot, moving back to his left cheeks and kissed it again. "i cant loose you neville longbottom,"

"i love you too," he responded, through the sensation of y/n's smothering kisses, holding his hands at her waist again, smiling as she continued to eventually sprinkle the kisses across his face, feeling the tears smear across his face and dry up along with the ones against her cheeks, listening to the faint 'i love you's' she would repeat between most kisses she placed. "i never want to loose you either y/n black," he mumbled softly in her ear.

It was the evening of Dumbledore's Funeral, it had been over a week to prepare for his final farewell and over those days, y/n would frequently visit Neville along with Luna, Harry, Hermione, Ginny and Ron, and when y/n would be alone with her boyfriend she happily discuss random subjects until she or he would go tired.

 The teens mostly discussed their excitement for bill and fleurs wedding after fleurs questioned y/n to be her bridesmaid and allowing Neville to join too, but also Harry and Gunny new relationship after expressing their feelings in the room of requirement. Exams were quickly postponed and all lessons were cancelled, some students were quickly sent home.

With the help of y/n and Luna, Neville was able to be discharged from the hospital wing and able to travel down the steps to where everybody stood anxiously waiting for the funeral to begin. McGonagall ordering houses to follow behind their head of houses, watching as they all trailed out onto the courtyard, y/n, Luna and Neville being the last lot of students to take their seats as the first couple of rows were already filled with members of the order such as Mr and Mrs Weasley, Kingsley Shaklebolt and Mad-Eye Moody.

Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron were all seated together and noticed when Luna and y/n were carrying Neville down the aisle and up to the second to front row, the same row where bill and Fleur sat as well as Remus and Tonks (her hair returned to its bubblegum pink pixie cut look) and seemed to be holding hands, drowned in black. 

Neville was seated at the end of the row, y/n sitting on his left with Luna on y/n's left.

Y/n looked over her shoulder to see Grawp sat right at the back of the seats, Hagrid walking past his half-brother with a smaller figure in his arms, both Giants looked alike, they wore homemade clothing, most likely made from Hagrid who now walked down the aisle passing by Rita skeeter, Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour and to pretty much the whole of Dumbledore's army's distaste, Dolores Umbridge.

"You alright?" Y/n looked to Neville, his hands clasping his side.

"It's alright I'll go away," he winced, y/n wordlessly, took his hands, shuffling up closer to the boy and allowing Neville to rest his head against her shoulder, the boy naturally relaxed, feeling y/n's arm wrap around his left arm, and snuggled up close with each other, not exactly taking in what the man had been preaching about the dead headmaster.

Moving closer towards the end of the mans speech, Luna seemed to of been chocking silently on her tears, y/n took note of it after Neville nudge her. Y/n, lifted her head up and reached to grab hold of Lunas petite, pale hand, gently holding it inside of her own, as Luna smiled down to her two other friends.

When the funeral finished students were sent straight to the train station where all their belongings were already sat. Despite Harry already breaking up with Ginny from being overwhelmed at the funeral the ginger girl sat with him, Ron, Hermione, Luna. Y/n and Neville in the same compartment, at first rather quiet until Neville's snoring filled the room, Ginny and Luna leaving to go search for the sweet trolley.

"Do you think he would've done it? Draco?" Hermione piped up, looking at the horcrux locket dangling from Harry's hands.

"No," y/n spoke. "He was lowering his wand, about to join the order," y/n announced, her hand running through Nevilles brunette locks.

"In the end it was snape, it was always snape," Harry added, sulked, his fingers looping the chain around each finger. "and we did nothing," Harry shrugged, handing over the locket to where Hermione sat opposite him. "It's a fake, open it," Harry told, Ron and y/n watching as Hermione grasped the locket part of the necklace, prying open the sides to reveal a green velvet inside and a piece of parchment folded in the centre. Hermione delicately closing the locket as she unfolded the piece of parchment.

"To the dark lord, I know I'll be dead long before you read this but it is I who discovered your secret, I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can," Hermione read out, allowing everyone to hear when she paused. "R.A.B," she read, looking up to Harry. "R.A.B?" She questioned, looking over to where y/n sat too, Neville snuggled up beside her, sleeping peacefully.

"Dunno," Harry shrugged, Hermione passing the locket back over with the note inside. "but whoever they are they gave the real horcrux, means that it was all a waste, all of it," Harry finished with a sigh. "We're not coming back, we've got to finish what Dumbledore started, and I don't know where that'll lead me and y/n but we'll let you know where we are," Harry told Ron and Hermione who stared at the teens with stern eyebrows.

"I've always admired both of your courage's but sometimes both of you can be really thick," Hermione piped up, Ron joining along.

"You don't think you're going to be able to find all those horcruxes by yourselves do you?" Ron questioned, his hands seated against his knees. Harry looked against the ground before looking to where y/n sat, her gaze on the carpet, with a quick sigh he shrugged again, glancing out the window, the castle growing smaller and smaller as the trailed down the railways back to London.

END OF YEAR 6

omg theres only the deathly hallows left IM SO EXCITED BITCH.

ignore spelling mistakes, i got distracted and im WAY too excited to post!!