Looking at the candy wrapper, Neville pressed his lips together and shook his head. "No, I ... Gran and I were just visiting my parents." Swallowing thickly, Harry looked over their shoulders into the room where Augusta Longbottom was still talking to her son. She acted as if the man could do more than just sit there and tap the tray in front of him with a spoon. Seeing Neville like this; knowing that your parents were alive but unreachable; tore Harry's heart. He wanted to make it better, but these two would suffer for the rest of their lives. All thanks to a megalomaniac maniac with delusions of grandeur and followers with more devotion than sense. "Do you ... do you maybe want to introduce me? I mean, we've shared a dorm for four years. Maybe your parents would like to get to know one of your friends."