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Her entire arm was covered in bruises. Every color and stage of healing from nearly black to the faintest yellow, they overlapped one another, new atop old, but the pattern was clear. Four fingers and a thumb in each set. A man's hand. A man's hand that had seized, hurt, held, restrained. Neville let go, drawing back in horror. "Who…? What…?"

I feel sick poor Lavender :(

"He can." Ginny nodded firmly. "It's not just a rumor. The Prophecy about Harry was about both of them. You-Know-Who selected Harry, and there's a bunch of other complicated stuff that he said he didn't have time to explain because of that, so he is the Chosen One, and it is his task…but it is possible if Neville had to."

Doesnt this go against the lore? I mean Neville isn't a horcrux so...

Yet it was Malfoy’s final words, not the token of his kidnapped Lieutenant that made his blood run cold as his hand began to tremble.
He knew about the room.

CHILLS

Setting her down, he felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked at
her, just looked at her, drinking her in as though the reality of her being there could drown the memory of her torture.

MEN WHO YEARN

"We still die, but we die on our terms, and we die accomplishing something, not just picked off one by one in back alleys with our deaths glossed over and ignored."

My heart bleeds for them they're just children

Took me a while to find this fanfic online, but I just can't seem to leave the Wizarding World and let go 😭