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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or these characters. I am not making any money from these stories.
this oneshot is Harry/Neville
Warnings: , anal.
Summary:Harry has always seen Neville as something wonderful and doesn't understand why no one else agrees with him.
Anything that is italicized is directly from the book.
Fairy Vision
Harry struggled with his trunk all through the platform nine and three-quarters. All the other families seemed to know where they were going and he envied the kids who had someone to help them with their heavy trunks. He felt so small and inadequate. He still felt like this was all a joke and that they had the wrong Harry Potter. He was just an ordinary 11 year old boy, not a wizard after all.
“ Harry pushed his cart down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, “Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.” (HpSS chapter 6)
As Harry walked past the open compartment door, the round faced boy shimmered and in his place was a thinner boy with wings. Harry shook his head and decided he was seeing things.
“ Oh, Neville,” he heard the old woman sigh.” (HPSS chapter 6)
He found an empty one and soon was joined by a red-headed boy, as all the other compartments were full. They talked about the boy’s wizard family and Harry let slip a little about his horrid relatives before the round-faced boy opened the compartment door after knocking.
“He looked tearful.
“Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?”
When they hook their heads, he wailed “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!” (HPSS chapter 6)
Harry’s jaw dropped as the boy shimmered again and this time remained a beautiful boy with rainbow wings. They fluttered in distress and the boy swayed under their weight. This image was thinner and his eyes were mournful and large, chocolate beauties. Harry struggled to hide his reaction of awe when Ron Weasley, the other boy in his compartment, didn’t react. He had been a freak at his last school and he wouldn’t be one here for reacting to something that was either everyday or a trick of some kind.
“He’ll turn up,” He said lamely instead.
“yes,” Said the boy miserably. “well, if you see him.’ He left (HPSS chapter 6)
Harry picked his jaw up with a snap when Ron called his name. The wings had flattened when the boy shut the door.
Ron and he talked some more and just as the other boy was going to show Harry some real magic, the compartment door slid open again. “the beautiful toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her Hogwarts robes.
“Has any one seen a toad? Neville’s lost one.” She said.(HPSS chapter 6)”
Neville, Harry decided, was just not an acceptable name for someone of such unearthly beauty. Then he chastised himself for thinking that about a boy. His uncle had always yelled about poufs and their disgusting ways. He wouldn’t get kicked out of this school or locked up for thinking freakishly.
Harry had forgotten to answer her, so enraptured by the winged boy. Neville blushed under his eyes and turned his head. His wings fluttered again, shimmering in the light.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it.” Ron told her.
She wasn’t listening and while she pressured Ron to perform his spell, Harry had to force himself to turn away from the boy. Neither Ron nor the bossy girl seemed to find anything about Neville fascinating.
When the spell didn’t work and after Hermione Granger had introduced her self and claimed to know everything there was to know about Harry from books, she took the winged boy and left.
Sometime later the door opened again and Harry desperately hoped it was the winged boy again. Instead it was three other boys, one of whom Harry recognized from the robe shop, who insulted Ron and then told him he was to stupid to make his own friends. Harry turned down his hand and the boy turned into a bully but Ron’s rat saved them. Hermione Granger came back and chastised them for fighting even though they hadn’t done anything at all and then ordered them to get changed.
They piled out of the train when it stopped and followed Hagrid down a narrow path. Harry found his way to walking next to the beautiful winged boy and when he sniffled repeatedly Harry couldn’t help but pat him on the back in reassurance. Neville sent him a relieved look which caused Harry to blush.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione piled into a boat and Harry made sure that Neville got in it with them. He had some sort of desperate need to be close to the boy.
“Oy, you there. Is this your toad?” said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
“Trevor!” cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. (HPSS chapter 6)”
Harry watched the boy’s face, sighing at the joy there. He’d never loved anything that much.
As the frightfully strict woman made to leave them a moment to clean up, “her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville’s cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron’s smudged nose.” (HPSS chapter 7)”
Harry helped Neville get presentable which got him a smile, and then nervously tried to flatten his own hair.
Ron and the other first years traded rumors about how they would be sorted and Harry was to nervous about his own inadequacies to worry about the beautiful boy anymore. He lost track of Neville on the way into the Great Hall.
Hermione Granger was sorted by the sorting hat into Gryffindor and Harry feared what would happen if the hat simply refused to sort him. Would they send him home?
“When Neville Longbottom…was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted “Gryffindor” Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to “McDougal, Morag.” (HPSS chapter 7)”
Harry felt for the boy but his empathy was driven out when his name was called. He ignored the whispers and placed the hat over his eyes.
“Hmm, very difficult, oh there is courage yes, and loyalty, curiosity but not for books.”
“Not slytherin.” Harry thought desperately.
“Not slytherin eh? But you could be great, its all in your head.”
Harry thought of the beautiful winged boy and how the other students laughed at him. How he’d barely got a clap because his house was to busy laughing. He needed a keeper.
“Oh my! Well that is loyalty for you, perhaps Hufflepuff.”
Again thoughts of Neville’s flushed shameful face flashed in his head. He couldn’t keep the boy safe from hufflepuff.
“oh alight, I suppose it is courageous of you to take on a whole house that way. GRYFFENOR!”
Harry stumbled his way to the Gryffindor table amid hearty slaps and made sure he was seated right next to Neville. The boy grinned at him and Harry felt a soft fluttering on his back that could only be from the boy’s wing. He scooted over some to give the boy room and then grinned wide to remove the slight hurt Neville felt.
Ron squished onto Harry’s other side, forcing Harry into Neville and Harry could feel the wing on his back. He leaned forward but the girl on the other side of Neville didn’t seem to feel it. Puzzled he listened to the tables questions of families and life.
“I’m half-and-half me mam’s a witch and me pa’s a muggle.”
“”What about you Neville? Said Ron.
“Well, my gran brought me up and she as witch,” said Neville, “but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. MY great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me - he pushed me off the end of Blackpool peir once, I nearly drowned --but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came ‘round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced --all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here-they thought I might not have magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad.” (HPSS chapter 7)”
Harry was horrified. Conversation moved on around them but neither Neville nor Harry participated. Finally Harry couldn’t take the other boy’s silence.
“You know that wasn’t right, right?” he said quietly so none of the others would hear. Neville blinked at him with huge brown eyes.
“What they did or tried to do?” Neville just grinned confused.
“My Uncle does stuff kinda like that. Only he wanted to beat the magic out of me, not into me.” Neville’s small smile dropped.
“Still its kinda the same. You’re very special. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Neville blushed hard and dropped his head. Harry, embarrassed by his comments didn’t press and they turned their attention to the Nearly Headless Nick’s display of gore.
They next few years Harry tried desperately to protect and draw attention away from Neville. It didn’t take him very long to figure out that no one else had wings and that he was the only one who could see Neville‘s. He told no one and his friendship with Neville grew. Harry prevented him from being picked on as best he could. Everyone but him saw a chubby useless boy with little promise and even less brains. Harry saw a quiet, shy, beautiful, creature with a love of plants that was clearly returned.
Harry would often find his friend singing to the plants in the greenhouses and would stay to listen. At first Neville had blushed and stopped but soon he just smiled and let Harry sit in the quiet. Ron and Hermione were great friends but nothing would replace Neville.
In sixth year, Harry realized what all the soft touches and fleeting looks were. He finally figured out why he read Neville’s letters with prolonged slowness and dreaded every moment he wasn’t with the beautiful boy. Neville had grown into something that was simply stunning. Though Harry grew increasingly frustrated when Ron or Hermione would brush off Harry’s feelings.
He told them he thought he was in love with Neville and Hermione had the gall to tell him he could do better.
Fuming Harry stormed up to his dorm and threw himself on his bed.
“You alright Harry?” Harry lifted his head from under his pillow to find the object of his desires timidly smiling at him. Frequently Neville would find Harry like this and the boy-hero would confide in his winged love. This time Harry walked purposefully over to Neville and sat down on his bed.
“Neville. I’ve been keeping your secret for years. I tell you everything. When are you going to tell me why you have wings?”
Neville’s eyes grew huge and he looked around desperately for anyone else in the dorm. They were alone.
Harry waited patiently. His face earnest. Neville looked down and took a deep breath before leaning over the edge of the bed and pulling out a book.
He opened it and handed it to Harry before taking off for the bathroom. Harry watched him go perturbed but started reading obediently.
The Fae have been wrongly classified by wizards for centuries.
Though they do come from the same family that Leprecons and Red caps do, they highly outclass their brethren.
Fea are not small like pixy’s or unable to speak human languages.
They are beings just like Vampires and Siren’s
The Fae frequently abandon their young in the care of wizards to be raised as a wizard because they have little familial loyalty.
They are shy and have an affinity for either plants or animals.
Their wizard magic is accessible but not powerful and they are frequently classified as squibs by wizards.
Fae are beautiful but they are shy and will frequently glamour themselves in such a way as to prevent attention.
Their wings are always glamoured and have two parts like a butterfly.
A Fea’s glamour can only be seen through by extremely powerful wizards or other beings.

Harry stopped reading and the book dropped from limp fingers. Fae? Like a Fairy? How did he miss that?
A rattle behind the closed door of the bathroom reminded Harry why he was here. Apparently Neville, his friend and love, was not human. Did that matter?
No.
Harry padded over to the bathroom door and knocked softly.
“Come on Neville. Its okay.”
“You’re not disgusted?” came Neville’s muffled answer.
Harry chuckled, “I knew you were different this whole time, now I just have a name. It doesn’t matter to me.”
Slowly, Neville opened the door and Harry stepped back so they could settle on Neville’s bed again. Harry took the time to finally look at the wings as he’d not let himself do.
“Can I touch them?” Neville nodded and Harry reached out a careful hand.
They felt as soft and silky as his invisibility cloak and Harry fleetingly wondered what the cloak was made out of.
“So beautiful.”
Neville squeaked.
“You don’t think I’m a freak?” Harry smiled, shook his head and kissed Neville.
He leaned back sharply, eyes wide, terrified he’d pushed Neville too far.
His brown eyes were closed and mouth open. His face blissful. Harry kissed him again. Slowly Neville responded, opening his lips and inviting Harry into nirvana.
Harry explored Neville’s mouth with the same thoroughness he had Neville’s wings, taking pleasure in Neville’s shy tongue and pure taste. He tasted of earth and beauty, sparks flared where their skin met and Harry groaned.
He let his hands wander on Neville’s arms and around his back, touching where the wings pushed seamlessly through his shirts. Neville wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and sighed.
Harry leaned back onto the bed and Neville climbed atop him, his wings wide and beautiful, flared above them.
“Merlin Neville, you’re so beautiful. I’ve been in love with you for so long.”
Neville leaned up pushing his groin more directly into Harry’s answering hardness.
“You have?” Harry nodded shyly and then beamed when Neville’s face broke out in a spectacular smile.
“Oh Harry.” Neville fell on him, pushing his hands under Harry’s shirt and exploring his mouth. Harry returned it ferociously, tearing at Neville’s clothes and thrusting their hips together.
Neville stopped, panting, and lay his head on Harry’s shoulder. Harry reined in his desire, not wanting to push the other boy.
“I..I would like to um..would you make love to me Harry?” Harry struggled to see Neville’s face but the fae-boy refused to let him.
“I would like that Neville but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
Neville looked up at him, “Oh I want to!” he nodded fiercely to prove his point and Harry grinned.
“Alright.” He sat up and made to turn Neville on his back when he remembered the wings. “How do you..” He trailed off and ran a hand over the soft wings.
“Oh they go through most things; its part of the glamour.” Harry nodded, he loved magic.
Laying Neville down, Harry slowly divested him of his clothes and refused to let the beautiful boy shy away from him. The glamoured boy the other’s saw fluttered around Harry’s vision, “Turn it off Neville, let me see you.”
Neville smiled and nervously looked at the door to the dorms. Harry rolled his eyes and waved his wand so no one could come in. Ron had done it enough times for him and Hermione that the other’s were used to it. Then he closed the curtains around Neville’s bed, and spelled them silent, just in case.
“There.” Neville’s shy smile made Harry’s heart pound and the flickers stopped.
“Thank you, love.”
Once he had Neville naked Harry simply looked and smiled. There couldn’t ever be anyone more beautiful then Harry’s Neville; all smooth tan skin from too much sun and soft lines. Neville’s muscles were small but defined from all the gardening. He looked nothing like the hulking, clumsy, fool the rest of the world saw.
Harry pulled off his own clothes and let Neville look his fill, blushing slightly. He’d never been with anyone else, his heart had always belonged to Neville.
As Harry settled over the beautiful boy and traced patterns over his body while kissing him, Neville asked, “Have you done this before?”
“No, its always been you Nev.” Harry could feel the blush under his mouth as he nipped at Neville’s skin.
Harry set on Neville’s nipples and grinned when the boy mewled delicately, his hands fluttering over Harry’s body trying to gain purchase.
Over and over Harry tortured Neville’s nipples, neck and stomach, until his boy was a writhing mess of whimpering nerves. He scooted lower on Neville until level with the boy’s dripping erection. He paused and waited until Neville’s brown eyes focused on him before taking as much of it as he could into his mouth. He choked a little, never having done this before, but Neville’s cry spurned him on. He sucked and licked and twirled his tongue until Neville pulled on his hair whispering, “too much, too much.”
Harry lifted off and nuzzled Neville’s balls, spreading the boy’s legs with his hands. He wanted to taste Neville everywhere. Neville’s breathing calmed so Harry licked over his testicles and behind them causing low moans to vibrate from Neville’s throat.
He forced Neville’s legs over his shoulder and gazed for the first time at his love’s perfect pink pucker. He sniffed it first, determining how dirty it would be, but it smelled just as perfect as the rest of Neville. The first swipe of his tongue had Neville lifting off the bed, using Harry’s back as leverage. The next had him crying out “NO”
Immediately Harry stopped and pulled back, he took no’s seriously.
“You alright Love?”
“Harry, you can’t, it’s dirty.”
Harry smiled and kissed Neville’s cheek when the boy turned away. “Hey, every part of you is beautiful, no part dirty. You tasted fine. Did you not enjoy it?”
Neville whimpered and looked deep in Harry’s eyes, measuring.
“Yes,” Harry almost didn’t hear Neville’s whisper.
“Its okay love. If it makes you nervous we wont do it this time. But all of you is mine…” He paused and looked down at Neville seriously, “Right?”
Neville blushed but nodded and so Harry tried again. “Right then, every part of you is mine and I’d like to be able to do what I please. I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t like it Neville.”
Neville blushed again and turned his head into Harry’s chest. “Okay but could you just…love me now.” He mumbled.
Harry chuckled at Neville’s shyness.
“Sure love. I was getting there.”
Harry resettled over Neville and used his wand to cast the lubrication spell every teenaged boy knew over his hand. He warmed it with his fingers and then leaned forward to kiss Neville again before slowly pushing his middle finger in. Just because he’d never had sex didn’t mean he’d not heard a few things.
He could feel Neville tense around it so he took one of his nipples into his mouth and laved it with is tongue. There would be as little pain as Harry could give.
Harry thrust shallowly with it until Neville was relaxed and then he added another. Neville whimpered so Harry distracted him with kisses until Neville was unknowingly rocking back on Harry’s fingers.
Harry took his time stretching Neville, making sure to hit the odd raised bump that made Neville gasp and shake, and by the third finger the boy was nearly incoherent.
He pulled out his fingers and shushed Neville when he let out a displeased whimper.
“This might hurt Neville but try and relax okay?”
Neville nodded, and Harry pushed Neville’s legs over his shoulders, then guided himself into his love’s stretched hole. He paused when the tip popped in, both for is own sake and Neville’s. He’d never felt anything that tight and hot.
He paused with every new inch he pushed in and waited until Neville relaxed. By the time he felt his balls hit Neville’s ass, he was panting with suppressed need. He could tell that Neville wasn’t as hard anymore so he reached the lubed hand between them and held him firmly.
He watched Neville’s face grow increasingly flustered and only understood when he said, “Please move Harry.”
He pulled out slowly but his reentry was more forceful, drawing out a sharp cry that made Harry pause. Neville’s dick twitched in his hand so Harry did it again.
He lost himself in the heat of Neville’s body, the blissful expressions on his face. The roar of his own pleasure blocked out Neville’s noises but he took pleasure in the other boy’s expressive eyes fixed on his.
They lost it together, cresting on a wave of pleasure so fierce Harry wasn’t sure what he cried out. He collapsed on Neville and panted. Neville recovered first and played with Harry’s hair, content under his weight with Harry still inside him.
“I love you Neville.” Harry mumbled and felt the other boy’s glamour return as he fell asleep.
“Love you too.” Harry barely had the presence of mind to release the locking charm on the dorm room door before he followed Neville into sleep.
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