You were a handsome Slytherin boy, right now you're in front of a horrible scene, Neville was in hostage by Bellatrix, Neville's nose was bleeding and Bellatrix was smiling at you not in a good way of course.

Bellatrix was holding back Neville's hair with his nose bleeding and you were in front of them both, behind you were all the students of Hogwarts, you were a Slytherin so nobody thought you would help Neville..

Neville was weak and vulnerable in Bellatrix's arms, you were conflicted, your heart beating fast it was almost gonna get out of your chest, the students watching you, they were tense and Bellatrix just smirk.

"So? Will you help this little Gryffindor?"

Bellatrix asked you with that smirk of hers, her wand directly at Neville's throat, his own heart beating fast too.