Summary
'And it's Neville. It's Neville, and she was so sure that he had been dead. She couldn't remember who had screamed such—everything had dissolved into chaos, and Ron—a great gash running across his face, no less—and Hermione were lying cold on the floor, and Harry had been murdered, and suddenly there was a scream, a terrible, awful screech, that formed Neville's name.' One-shot.