"A memory....?" Harry sat back, crossing his legs and focusing on Ginny, waiting, listening. Over the past year since they had reunited and reconciled, Harry had heard some things from Ginny about what it had been like to live almost like a prisoner in her own school. However, the Chosen One was well aware that his girlfriend would not have – and likely hadn't yet – told him everything. There were worse atrocities that must have gone on, surely, if Ginny was having nightmares about them more than a year later. "What about? Neville, I take it?"