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"I'm going to tell you a story, ok? But you'll have to promise."
"Promise what?" Neville looked down at the wide eyed girl that was laying on the ground beside him.
"Promise that you don't tell a soul."
"I promise."

He needed her the most, her love warming him. She fell and crashed, he left her broken.

He wanted her the most, a heart pure and full of love. She didn't see what was in front of her so she broke him.

To be broken and to break, a dangerous game for the blind.

A Gryffindor. A Slytherin. What would you do?