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Harry Potter and the Quiet Life	By : marrjisback Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Neville Views: 15576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hi there! Exams next week. blah. anyway, delayed but second chapter :) h. Btw this fic will feature alot of time skips. Since Neville spends alot of time at hogwarts teaching i wasn't really interested in writing through it all. so this is set three years after voldemort died in late spring. (hence the clever title.)

Three Years A.V

Harry found that his house, the one he had inherited from his Godfather, was the perfect home for strangers. It was made for the meeting of the bizarre. The dark, quiet rooms drowning in swoops of curtain and strange clinking family heirlooms were like the setting of a mystery novel. It seemed to Harry, it was destined to become a bed and breakfast. And since he could not bring himself to sell it, he figured he would just open it as such. Of course, everyone made a very large deal about it. They were worried, they said, that Harry was repressing. He should be an Auror, of course, as he had been for the past three years. He was so good at it, they said. Harry smiled tightly and said that he had experienced enough dark wizard hunting. At least for now. He assuaged them by mentioning the idea of a ‘break’. ‘Break’ implies a returning. And they went on their merry ways.

With a little effort Harry found he was able to remove the spells hiding his home away and charmed the neighbours into believing the house had merely been for sale all these years. They gladly welcomed him, calling the place an old eyesore, bringing down the property value. Happy a nice young man like him had it purchased. His godson and Andromeda moved in upstairs. Andromeda, or Nanny as Harry had somehow ended up calling her, thoroughly enjoyed the idea of a bed and breakfast. She cleaned the inside of the place up nicely, applying a ‘woman’s touch. ’ Meanwhile, Harry fixed up the outside. Old fashioned-like. That is, with his own two hands and a hammer instead of a wand. He replaced most of the deck and awning and shingled the roof, shedding his shirt to reveal his toned Quiddich chest, nicked with a surprising amount of scars. Across the road the college boarding house seemed to sport more girls than usual. They all sat outside to tan in the unusual hot spring air in their swim clothes and flirtatiously offered Harry lemonade. The middle aged mothers also seemed to bring him a lot of snacks. He concluded that the neighbourhood was very friendly.

How quaint, he thought, entirely oblivious.

He painted everything natural brown colours. The bricks on the house were a light brown and the roof dark black. And then, because he felt it just as quaint, he painted the door bright red. He did the same with the window frames. Then he ripped out the dead, gnarling garden. But he was stumped. He did plenty of yard work with the Dursley’s, but their drab garden was like a choke chain around a labradoodle. Gardens, Harry thought, should be magical. It was then that he knew that no one would do but Neville Longbottom.

Harry would have apperated but we wanted to bring Teddy with him. They flued to Hogsmede and walked the rest of the way. As the castle rose to kiss the sky, Harry was filled with nostalgia, staring at the towers looming over the lake like two lovers bent towards each other slightly. The gate to the castle was open because the world was safe now. Well, much safer than it had ever been before. Any safer and Harry would be out of the job, he thought wryly. Then remembered he was no longer an Auror. He had told the wizarding world that he was tired of dark wizard hunting. The truth, however, was that Harry wanted to raise Teddy properly. Not like he had been raised. Clutched to his hand, a tiny Teddy was staring thoughtfully at the trembling grey stone giants filled with a mixture of fear, excitement and curiosity. A common thing for three year olds. He sucked his thumb noiselessly and his hair turned a vibrant blue. An uncommon thing for three year olds. Harry felt something familiar as he wound up the path towards the grounds, the shape of Hagrids hut becoming clear. The feeling of being at home. It warmed him, starting in the pit of his stomach and thrusting upwards. He belonged here.

Maybe Neville had the right idea. A teacher could be here whenever they wanted. He could be a teacher. He glanced down at Teddy. Teddy wouldn't be allowed to stay here and Teddy came first. Bed and Breakfast, then.

“You excited?” he asked running a hand through Ted’s orange pop of hair. Teddy bobbed his head happily. They climbed through the entrance and memories surrounded him. In the old days we would have been flagged down and tackled and searched. Now days all he had to do was send a owl to tell Minerva that he would be here today and she happily obliged, sorry she could not be there herself as she was attending the annual headmistress meeting with Minister of Magic. Harry had assured her he knew his way around. Neville’s name appeared on his map in a classroom on the fourth floor. He ended up carrying poor Teddy, as the moving stairways frightened him.

Harry peered through the open door of the classroom, trying to remain unseen. Neville had thrown his hands outwards in excitement and had knocked something off the shelf. The students only giggled lightly, as though more interested in what Neville was saying. Or perhaps used to the clumsy antics. Harry, of course, still overwhelmed by the incredible nostalgia couldn’t help but laugh. Neville, slightly pink faced, whipped his head towards the door. Harry waved awkwardly.

“Harry!” Neville almost shouted in surprise, grinning madly. Harry couldn’t help but feel equally excited as they sort of rushed to embrace each other.

“Neville!” He exclaimed. “How are you?”

“Magnificent! How long has it been?” He clapped Harry on the shoulder, and Harry stumbled a little. Neville was just as widely built as he had been years ago but he’d grown into it. Ron had shot up height wise and filled in his width. Neville had done the reverse. When his height had finally caught up with his somewhat stocky build he had become a strong, wide shouldered man with a broad chest. He wasn’t overly muscular but he was well built, likely from carrying around giant pots of man eating magical plants. His strength and broadness against Harry’s lithe Seeker’s body was a little surprising to Harry. He felt a heat where Neville had clapped. Neville was still a little heavy, Harry thought, but he carried it very well.

“Not since last July, I guess. ” he glanced awkwardly at the students who were gaping at him. Neville caught Harry’s eye.

“Yes. I guess it was. ” He said, somewhat sullen. A student whispered something and Neville’s eyes shot towards the class. He flushed, as though he had suddenly remembered them.

“Oh! Uh, guys, this is my friend Harry and his godson,” Neville referenced Teddy who had abruptly become shy and was clutching to the back of Harry’s leg. “Teddy. ” The class broke out in not at all quite whispers and gasps. Hushed conversation. Neville looked confused for a moment, than his eyes got wide. Harry was, of course, famous.

“Oh, So-sorry Harry. ” He murmured. “I forgot. ” For some reason, that pleased Harry.

“Settle down!” Neville shouted and all the kids sat suddenly. It had a surprisingly strong affect, they had, it seemed, a great deal of respect for Professor Longbottom. “Just, uh, study quietly for a while. ”

Harry and Neville stepped outside.

“I’m really sorry Neville, I didn’t think…”

“No, no,” Neville brushed it aside. “It’s great to see you. I haven’t really been in touch since…well.” Neville’s face turned pink and Harry felt his own face burn.

“Uh, yeah. ” He cleared his throat. “Actually that’s why I came in person. Didn’t want you to be…confused. I wanted to, um, hire you to do the garden at the house. I want to open it as a-“

“Bed and Breakfast, yeah I know. Hermione sent me a letter. She seemed…concerned. ”

Harry scowled. Just like Hermione, to be so damn caring it was borderline annoying.

“Well, I was hoping for your magical touch. This summer you could stay with us and help. I’d pay. You always had a way with plants.” Neville blushed with embarrassment and smiled shyly.

“I’d love to. ” He murmured. The murmured made Harry’s collar warm.

“Right!” He said abruptly, breaking eye contact. “Just wanted to make sure. I have to leave, but great seeing you. You remember where the place is? Good, good. Well got to go. Lots to do. Stuff to attend too, you know, yep. ” Harry rambled as he scooped up a confused looking Teddy and sort of stumbled away. He immediately knew he’d been an idiot. Why couldn’t he succeed at something, just this once? One visit with Neville and he’d turned into a blushing bridesmaid. But Neville’s hands had been stained with dirt and his teacher’s robes were oozing a certain mature older quality Harry found endearing. And the control over his students…and everything. Neville had always been a natural leader in a very different way than Harry, but it had never been so blatantly obvious. He had thought that Neville as a teacher would be a bit like…well like Quirell had acted. It was not. And it had Harry remembering that night last July, the day after Neville’s Gran had died. The day that Harry had comforted Neville. The bed sheets had been hot and the skin had touched and burned in traces and those hands so often dirt stained had been hard and calloused against his skin.

“Daddy?” Teddy asked around his wet, slobbery fist. Harry flushed and looked down at his godson.

Keep it together, Harry. He made it pretty damn obvious he’s not interested in a repeat. You are a father now. Calm down.

He took a deep breath and smiled benignly at Teddy. Inside, he burned with anticipation.
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