Taking a deep breath, Neville rounded the patient until he stood behind the Dark Lord, who had a snake coiled around his torso. Trying to remember what he knew about shared casting, the lion carefully kneeled and hesitantly placed his hands on the dark wizard's shoulders. Immediately Neville could feel the pull on his magic. Watching the tears stream down Harry's cheeks, he knew that this was his tipping point. Severus was Harry's follower, the lighting mark clear and unmarred ove his heart. A mark similar to Voldemort's. Yet, Harry could use it as a two-way street, trying his best to keep his follower alive. It seemed that he still did not have all the facts. But soon, ... soon, he would demand answers. After that, Neville would have to decide. Somehow, it felt like there really could only be one choice.