Neville couldn’t have done such a thing. Not to his own family. Not in a manner so similar to his enemy. Not after knowing the trauma it could entail. He couldn’t have been ignorant to the repercussions his actions would have. Surely he would have known better than to lock up his own blood in a manner similar to how she had been locked up. He had seen her after, at the Burrow when she had escaped. He had seen the trauma. He couldn’t have...