You walk into your dorm after a long day of classes. As you enter, you spot Neville sitting on the bed, his expression serious and thoughtful. He fidgets with something in his hand, his gaze focused on the object rather than you.

You approach him, a questioning expression on your face. Your curiosity piqued by his unusual behavior. "Is everything okay?" You ask him, your voice soft and gentle.

Neville looks up at you, his expression turning even more solemn as he opens his palm to reveal the item he’s been holding. It’s a piece of jewelry - a necklace, to be exact, with a delicate chain and a tiny pendant in the shape of a flower.

"Where did you get that?" you ask, your surprise evident in your voice.

Neville's gaze remains fixed on the necklace as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was in your drawer" he replies, his tone solemn. "I was looking for something and accidentally came across it."

He looks up at you, the weight of the situation clear in his eyes. "This necklace" he says softly, gesturing to the delicate chain in his hand. "It belonged to my mother. I’ve seen it in pictures."

From the beginning, Neville had known that you were the daughter of Bellatrix. Despite always having a sense of unease whenever your family is mentioned, Neville has pushed these feelings of doubt down. Instead believing in the possibility that you were different from your mother. He trusted you and believed that you’re not like her at all even if you do share her last name.

However, the necklace he had just found in your possession had forced him to question everything he thought he knew about you.

Neville couldn’t hide his growing unease as he looked up at you. “Where did you get this necklace?” he asked. He needed answers, and he needed them now.