Neville, Ginny, and Luna made their way out to Hagrid's hut at seven. There was just enough light out that they didn't have to light their wands, though Neville held his at the ready. It had become a habit.
Neville couldn't believe their luck. When Carrow had caught him putting up the graffiti, he was sure he'd be in for a long torture session. He was willing to take it—as much as he didn't want to admit it, torture would likely be inevitable in the long run—but he was thankful for every bit of pain they could avoid.
Snape wasn't wrong about the dangers of the forbidden forest. But in his conviction that Hagrid was incompetent, he'd apparently forgotten one thing: that Dumbledore had trusted him completely, which meant that many Gryffindors did as well. Neville couldn't have said he was looking forward to detention, but he wasn't afraid.
Hagrid hurried them into his hut when they arrived. "Don' want yeh to freeze ter death ou' there," he said, and passed them each a thicker cloak. "Leave yer bags, yeh won' need 'em."
"What are we going to be doing tonight?" Neville asked.
"Gatherin' herbs fer Professor Sprout," Hagrid said, gesturing for Fang to lead the way back out into the night.
"And that has to be done at night?" Herbology was Neville's strong suit. He knew there were some plants that were easier to find at night, but they were few and far between. Generally, being able to see well was too big an advantage, and even aside from that, plants liked the sunlight. "Are you sure—"
Hagrid smiled and put a finger to his lips, then left the hut, beckoning them to follow him. "Tha's what Snape thinks we're doin'."
They walked for what felt like a long time. Neville was thankful for the cloak. It was too dark for him to make out much of his surroundings, especially since he didn't know his way around the forest, but Hagrid carried the lantern, and he clearly knew where he was going. They stayed close behind him,
Finally, he could make out something in the distance. It looked like a campfire.
Neville froze for a second. He didn't want to encounter anyone in "Um . . . Hagrid . . ."
He turned back and grinned at them. "Yeh'll like this."
They approached a clearing in the trees, where four figures sat around a crackling campfire. They stood as Hagrid approached.
"Wait," Ginny said. "Professors?"
McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Slughorn stood around the campfire.
Ginny shook her head. "I don't understand."
"This might be our only chance to meet this year," McGonagall told her. "This could be the last help the three of you receive for a very long time."
"Won't Snape notice you're missing?" Luna asked.
"Death Eater meeting tonight," Slughorn told them. "I overheard the Carrows discussing it."
Luna nodded and went to sit on one of the wooden benches beside the fire. Neville sat beside her, and Ginny beside him.
"Do attempt to listen well." McGonagall gave them a stern look that was impossible to refuse. "We know what the three of you were trying to do today. But you must be more careful. The Carrows will not hesitate to harm you."
Neville's jaw stiffened. "My parents didn't care about that."
McGonagall's eyes pierced his. "If your parents had been given the choice, I am certain they would have been with you. And if they were here, they would tell you the same thing."
"All we're trying to tell you," Sprout said, "is that the year will be long, and we're only in the first week."
Neville shook his head. "Harry will come back for us."
"You don't know that," Slughorn said.
"He will! I know he will."
"Yeh're righ', o' course," Hagrid told him. "But it coul' be a long time, Neville."
"In the meantime, you need to focus on the DA."
Neville blinked. "You're okay with the DA?"
McGonagall sighed. "Under normal circumstances, we'd never condone our students fighting such battles. But we won't always be there to help you. These aren't normal circumstances. We have Death Eaters running classes and detentions, and we don't know what Voldemort's plans are. We can't protect you, but we can equip you. First, by saying this—I expect all of you to take as few risks as you can possibly take."
Neville felt his heartbeat rising. "We're not trying to get into trouble, Professor."
"Then save your foolhardy schemes for the day when Professor Snape has something worth risking your blood to steal."
Neville's breath caught in his throat. "What could be more worth saving than the Sword of Gryffindor?"
"Think, Longbottom. If one of your classmates were imprisoned in Professor Snape's office, you'll wish you hadn't given them reason to increase their security."
It was quiet for a moment after that. Neville had been so focused on bringing symbols of hope to the DA, he had failed to grasp the immensity of the situation. McGonagall was right, of course. They needed to be smarter.
"I don't have the courage you do," Slughorn said. "And I agree with your other professors—you need to take caution. But you should know something. For the time being, you students are in less danger than we are."
"Don't tell them that, Horace," McGonagall hissed.
"They need to know the truth, Minerva." He sighed. "A different kind of danger, then. The three of you are pureblooded, and you're children. Neville, I believe you are of age, but you're still young enough they'll think there's hope of turning you. When we professors rebel, we'll be killed. But you won't be killed, because Death Eaters are hesitant to spill pure blood, especially when they believe they might be able to bring you to their side."
"They will torture you," Sprout said.
"Respectfully, professors . . ." Neville swallowed hard. He wasn't used to confronting authority in this way—it was one thing to stand up to Carrow, and quite another to speak in this way to professors whose opinion mattered to him. "This isn't advice. Most of this is information we already knew."
"We know that, Longbottom," McGonagall said. "We didn't come to give advice. We came to give help. We know the three of you have taken over leadership of Dumbledore's Army."
"I—but—"
"Everyone knows, and we're not here to tell you that you shouldn't fight. But Merlin knows we're not going to let you fight unaided." She smiled. "Filius?"
Flitwick stood and walked over to Luna. "As a fellow Ravenclaw, I could not be prouder, my dear girl." He stepped back and looked to all three of them. "I do wonder how you've been communicating with your classmates."
"About the DA?" Luna took her Galleon out of her pocket. "Hermione enchanted these."
"Brilliant! May I?" He held out his tiny hand, and Luna placed the Gallon inside. "Ah, I knew it must be something like this, but I had no idea . . . Most magnificent! I hope you won't mind if I make a minor modification? It should affect them all."
Luna nodded her permission, and he took out his wand and tapped it, then handed it back to her.
"Now both undetectable by others and impossible to lose," he squeaked.
"Thank you." Luna pocketed the Galleon. "Can you teach me that charm?"
"It's quite tricky. But when this is over, I'd be delighted to try."
Neville took his Galleon out of his pocket. It didn't look any different to him, but if Flitwick said it was impossible to lose . . . He tried tossing it into the air clumsily, and it landed cleanly in his hand. He grinned.
Slughorn stood and came to stand in front of Ginny. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, young lady. I'm putting a lot of trust in you with this." He took out a large glistening golden flask. "Felix Felicis."
Her eyes widened. "Liquid luck."
"Very good." He placed the flask in her hands. "You know how it works, then?"
"My great uncle used to tell me stories . . ."
"Then you know how dangerous it can be."
She nodded. "We'll save it for the life-and-death battles. Thank you, sir."
"No, thank you. All of you. We're counting on you to change things, here and going forward." He hung his head. "I look forward to the day when I do not have to be ashamed to say I was a Slytherin."
Neville's eyes fell closed. He had been so quick to dismiss all Slytherins. Meanwhile, Slughorn's potion could easily save any one of their lives.
Sprout was next to step forward, and she came straight to Neville. "I'm the luckiest of the professors at Hogwarts to have seen you at your best, Neville. It's my joy to hand this over to you."
She gave him a leather case, which he opened to find an assortment of dried plants. Dittany, murtlap, mandrake leaves, fennel, arka, and a few he didn't recognize. "Healing herbs."
"Mostly pain relief." She lowered her head. "Madame Pomfrey will only be able to help you so much. You'll need to be able to look after each other. I couldn't possibly have chosen someone more worthy."
His eyes stung. "Th-thank you."
"I, er, I got summat fer yeh, too." Hagrid reached into one of the many deep pockets of his cloak. "Remus Lupin sent it. Says it helped him, when he firs' started teachin' defense. Thought it migh' be helpful for the DA."
He took out a worn set of books—apparently teachers' aides for Defense Against the Dark Arts—and handed them to Luna, who tucked them under her arm.
"Fer what i's worth," he said, "I've got faith in yeh. All three of yeh."
McGonagall cleared her throat. "Last gift before you go." stepped forward and tapped Neville on the head with her wand. He flinched, but she did the same to Ginny and Luna as well. "This is a glamor spell. You'll return to the castle with the appearance of having had a long, difficult detention. The dirt will fade when you next shower, and the cuts will appear to heal over the next few days."
Neville looked down at his hands. His fingers and knuckles appeared to be scraped up, like they always were when he'd been wrestling with the more vicious plants in the greenhouse. He looked over to Ginny and Luna—their faces were streaked with dirt, their hair disheveled.
"Brilliant." Ginny laughed.
"A word of advice." McGonagall straightened up even further than usual, looking from Neville, to Ginny, to Luna. "Bravery means doing the right thing. It means being willing to suffer for what is good. It does not mean suffering silently. Tears are not weakness. Fear is not weakness. We will not always be able to help you, but you must be open with each other."
Neville nodded solemnly. Honesty about his own fear and pain would be tremendously difficult, but he knew he would be livid if Luna or Ginny or any of his other friends tried to hide their suffering when he could have helped.
"We need ter be gettin' back, it's gettin' late." Hagrid said.
"Thank you all," Neville said, holding the case of herbs to his chest. "This all means so much."
"Neville," McGonagall said as he stood to go, "if I've been hard on you in the past, it's because I've seen your potential, and watched you fail time and again to reach it. Your lack of confidence has always been your greatest enemy. It has no place in this battle, or in your life after this is over." She looked at him over the upper rim of her glasses. "Do not disappoint me, young man."
He took a deep breath. "I hope we make you proud."
"You already have."