Neville waked down the halls of Hogwarts. The halls quiet and peaceful as the only sound was his small footsteps. He looked at the walls quietly, staring at the paintings with a soft smile. He suddenly stopped when he noticed petals leading to a closet.

"Petals?" He whispered to himself. He opened the closet and was pulled in. He felt someone infront of him, a soft presence that was loving. He didn't know who this person was.