I hated kicking Ron, I really did, but what else am I supposed to do? Just let him go free? Not a chance! He'd find me and drag me back home in five seconds flat.
Walking to the front of the Ministry of Magic, I receive a name tag that reads
I sigh and put on the nametag.
I open the door and find an elevator, and go to the lowest level.
"You are late." Kingsley's voice echoes through the room.
"I know, and I apolgize."
"Where is Neville?"
"That's why I'm late, Minister. You see, I found him dead this morning."
Shacklebolt jumped from his hair after than you could say "Qudditch". "What?"
I bit my lip. "I went to his house this morning, offering to drive him, and the door was unlocked, so I went in. And he was I the floor in the living room, dead."
"Show me!" The Minister roared.
I nodded. "Apparition on three?"
"One. Two. Three."
We Apparate, and land by Neville's door.
"This way," I say. "I found him in the living room."
I hold onto my wand tightly, needing something to grip like a lifeline. My wand, though I cherished it like a child, was not good enough. I needed something human to hold onto. I needed Draco's warm, comforting hand.
The living room brought a wave of emotions. I felt my knees give out from underneath me, but I was so numb with pain, I didn't feel the fall. "Oh, Neville," I whisper, touching the floor with my fingertips, "I'm so sorry."
I look up at the Minister, who for once seems at a loss for words.