Dreading what he was about to discover, he had learned about Neville's parents" fate by mere hearsay, Harry turned towards the door. And really, there was Neville, standing small beside his grandmother, hesitantly reaching out ... touching a woman who ... oh god! Harry flinched back when his fellow Gryffindor left the room, brushing away tears. Tom's magic was strong enough to conceal him. At least if he didn't draw attention to himself. But seeing his friend like this. "Neville?"