Neville Longbottom Deathly Hallows Novels & Stories

So many questions circled in his head and yet the answers seemed vivid. “Because they died!”Nile clenched his fists and said so while looking down on the ground. “What?!”, Howard’s hands were shaking. He couldn’t think straight. But he did manage to ask, “What are ya talking about?!” “They died in a car accident.”, Nile’s broken voice hit Howard perfectly. He realised what he was meaning to say. “....It was... a murder,.. wasn’t it?”, Leo, Quell and Neo kept staring at each other as soon as the environment became unreadable. They silently watched Howard and Nile who were also trying to suppress their anger as best as they could.

“In fact, I’m not going to kill you… not me.” The noble was about to speak when in one blink, he found Luna’s golden arrow pierced through right between his eyes. His voice gave a fry. His short, round body fell to the ground with eyes and mouth wide open. Surprisingly, he was still alive... but barely. He tried to crawl towards the carriage, his arms reaching out for the door, but his final breath came… and so was his death.

Time flashed on, and the sound poured in broken fragments out of her throat as he plunged towards the pavement below without her following him. The sharp stop of her own fall had been too much for her clammy grip upon him. It had broken them apart like shattered china, and left her to watch as beyond her reach, Death unfurled its black cloak and consumed the life light that had been Mr. James. A chorus of horror from the onlookers below mimicked Evelyn’s as the earth rushed up to catch Russell James with a dull thud she could hear, even dangling high above.

It was only then that Henry August came out of his trance and looked up at him. Daniel Brooke frowned deeply to see his pale face and puffy eyes. He pulled out the chair beside him and sat down, "Hey, what's wrong?" Henry August replied with his hoarse voice, "Neil... he is no more... They attacked last night and killed him." Daniel Brooke’s pupils shrunk in disbelief, his eyebrows knitted tight. During these days, he was so lost in Lisa that he forgot about Neil Green. He even didn't know where Henry August kept him.

Jade looked at Leah, her heart aching. Seeing the younger generation of the family wither away at Leah's current age was nothing short of cruel. "Grandma, I promise you, as long as Jacob stops bothering me, I can go easy on him." Leah burst into tears, nodding repeatedly. "Good, good. I knew you were a good child." … A few days later, Neve's death was determined to be suicide by hanging after the autopsy. Although Jade had her doubts, she had no evidence to prove otherwise, so she had to accept it.

He exclaimed desperately, "My life and the Ninth Mountain is in your hands now! I'm willing to die for you if you spare me!" "Your life is in my hands, right? Then, die right now," Sebastian said coldly. Harry shuddered in fear before he got to his feet in a futile attempt to run. However, Sebastian scoffed and raised his hand. There was one last bullet in his hand, and he threw it at Harry's retreating figure. There was a loud whoosh and a flash of gold as the bullet flew at Harry and buried itself deep in the back of his head. Harry fell to the ground with a thud as blood pooled around his body. He had died so suddenly that his eyes had frozen wide open in horror.

Then rushed up to him. Before he could respond, he fell to the floor and blacked out. Neon released her grip on Theophilus and rushed towards him. She immediately smelt a foul odor and lifted his shirt to reveal his decaying skin. “He's dying.” She said in realization. How could she have forgotten that treating the flesh wound sustained from the dark magic knife he was stabbed with, wouldn't ward off the effect of the dark magic. “He's dying.” Theophilus, who had been standing aside quietly, cackled. Finally, something thrilling. “Nothing can be done about it. He's going to die.”

When Delia began to see black spots in her vision and could no longer understand the difference between life and death, Nerina opened her fingers again and Delia fell to the ground, coughing and gasping for the air that flooded into her lungs. Nerina spun, her nightdress moving in waves around her ankles, and walked over to Delia's shaking body. "Perhaps you prefer to die that way?" She chuckled when Delia couldn't answer. "I promise you, Delia, I will find more creative ways to take your life...eventually. Now get up and stop heaving and croaking like a frog." Just as Delia obeyed and pushed herself into her rubbery legs, Nezetta pushed the door open and walked in with a tray full of pastri

"Last week, when I visited the hospital, he was still alive!" The secretary forced himself to continue, "The hospital confirmed it. Miss Nesley's father suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage last week and couldn't be saved." "Shut up!" Derrick refused to believe it and personally rushed to the hospital. … However, when he saw strangers occupying the familiar hospital room, his entire body finally began to tremble uncontrollably. Still unwilling to accept reality, he ran to the cemetery. The moment he saw the familiar smiling face in the black-and-white memorial photo, he collapsed to the ground.

It wasn't a surprise. It was a Death Certificate. Name of Deceased: Leo Williams. Date of Death: Seven days ago. Cause of Death: Complications due to prolonged respiratory failure and delayed medical intervention. The world tilted. The twinkling fairy lights turned into mocking, jagged sparks. The scent of jasmine became the cloying smell of a funeral parlor. "No," Harry gasped, dropping to his knees on the manicured grass. "No, the doctor said... he said he was fine..."