Neville’s eyes peeled open, bringing memories crashing back of the day before. His parents’ funeral, his friend Emma there to help him, encouraging him to find himself. The thought was appealing. He rolled over in the bed, noticing right away that it was not his own.
Emma was sleeping, her dark hair covering her pillow. He smiled sadly to himself, knowing right away what he needed to do. He needed to get away, and find himself. He needed to see himself for who he was, find out who he was for real, and then come back. And then, he realized, he would come back here and fix a relationship he’d probably leave in a shambled mess.
He climbed out of the bed slowly, slipping back into his jeans. He padded around the bed and dropped a kiss to Emma’s forehead, before backing out of the room and into his own. He put on a fresh sweater, and tugged a bag down from a shelf in his closet. He grabbed only his favorite clothes, stuffing them mercilessly into the bag and zipping it up.
He picked up a piece of parchment, and quickly scribbled a note:
I’m so sorry, luv, that you have to be reading this right now. But you were right I’m afraid. I need to go out and find the real Neville Longbottom. But I promise, when I come back home, and it will be soon, I’ll pick up every responsibility I have. I swear your life will be easier after this.
He folded it up, and placed it on the table, before walking out the door.