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What If	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Neville Views: 8249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Hello everyone, here’s your update. I have had my nephew for three days this week so no time at all to do any writing, hence no updates until now. So here is the new chapter, let me know what you think and make sure you read the end notes, there’s a question there for you.
Evil Gryffindors
It was a week after the full moon that it happened. He and Draco headed down to the greenhouse to tend to the newest herbology project, the singing persimmons, and waited for Harry but he never came. An hour later, when there was still no sign of him, they returned to the school to look for him. He wasn’t in the library or the great hall and when they went to the Hufflepuff common room it was to find out that he hadn’t been there since he’d left that morning. Asking around none of their friends or his had seen him anywhere and Neville started to really worry.
They went to see Professor Sprout who agreed that something wasn’t quite right and called a meeting with the headmaster to see if he’d seen Harry anywhere. While she was doing that Neville and Draco rounded up their friends, as well as all the Hufflepuffs in Harry’s year - they were definitely a helpful lot - and sent them out in search of the boy. Their search of the school grounds turned up nothing and when the teachers suddenly arrived outside to join them, Neville knew something was terribly wrong.
The school was combed with no sign of Harry and when night time fell the teachers sent them all inside for dinner. Neville didn’t want to go, neither did Draco or any of the other students, but they were given no choice in the matter. It was as Neville was trudging into the Great Hall, his worry for Harry making him feel far too ill to even consider eating, that his eyes wandered to the Gryffindor table and Ron who was sitting over with his group, looking just a little too smug.
He didn’t know what possessed him in that moment, but before he could even think about it he’d crossed the room, yanked Ron out of his chair, thrown him against the wall and had his wand held up to his face. “Where’s Harry?” he demanded angrily.
“What the hell makes you think I know?” Ron snarled back, sounding just as angry.
“Because Harry’s missing and you’re sitting over here looking far too gleeful. Because you hate Harry and are always trying to do horrible things to him when no one’s looking. Because you’re a fucking asshole of a Gryffindor who thinks that because you’re part of the same house as Dumbledore and he gives you special treatment that makes you better than everyone else and gives you the right to do whatever you want to whoever you want. I know you know where he is so tell me, now!” Neville shouted, completely ignoring the attention of the entire great hall that was now focused on him.
Ron’s look turned smug, “No,” he replied simply. “That little freak should never have come here in the first place and he deserves what he got.”
Anger burnt through Neville and it took every ounce of strength he possessed not to hex Ron right where he stood. “Tell me!” he demanded through clenched teeth.
“I have to admit we were quite lucky really. I mean after you broke up with Dean we had nobody to keep you occupied while we went after him and with Malfoy on the case too, as well as the other friends he seems to be accumulating by some strange miracle, we never thought we’d get the chance to nab him at all. But then there he was, all alone like he used to be, the opportunity was just too good to waste,” Ron said, with so much self satisfaction that Neville couldn’t stop himself from punching the smug bastard in the face. The sound of Ron’s nose cracking under Neville’s fist echoed through the room and he fell to the ground with blood pouring from the broken proboscis.
With Ron down for now Neville turned his attention to the rest of the Gryffindor group who were looking at their fallen friend in shock. None of them had moved and glancing around the table he realised it was because Draco, his Slytherin friends and Neville’s Ravenclaw friends had surrounded them. “Anybody else want to tell me where you took Harry, or will there be a repeat performance?” he asked, pointing his wand at the group of Gryffindors.
“We don’t know,” Seamus immediately replied.
Neville moved to grab him out of his chair but Dean spoke this time. “He’s serious, Neville we really don’t know. We helped Ron grab him and all, but we didn’t see where he took him, he went off without us.”
Neville levelled his glare at the boy he’d once cared for. “Then which direction did he go in? Did he mention anything that might help? Tell me!” Neville demanded.
“He took him into the forbidden forest,” A voice piped up from further down the table and they all turned to see Astoria Greengrass, who’d just entered the great hall, covered in twigs. “I tried to follow him but I got lost. I can take you to where I lost him though, if that’ll help,” the brunette offered.
Neville cast a body-bind spell on the group of Gryffindors and followed the girl out of the great hall, his friends close behind. They met up with the teachers, who’d been absent from dinner due to their search for Harry, and told them what they knew. They then ran on with Astoria leading the way, not waiting to hear what the professors had to say. After 10 minutes they reached an open area and Astoria told them she’d lost him there. The group, which Neville was surprised to note had grown to include the Hufflepuff fifth and sixth years and even a few Gryffindors, split up into pairs and headed out in several directions, calling out to Harry.
Neville and Draco walked together, lumos spells glowing from the ends of their wands, calling out Harry’s name. He tried not to let the feeling of hopelessness overwhelm him as he thought about just how big the forest was and how long it could take to search it all. He had to find Harry, he just had to, the thought of never seeing the other boy again hurt far too much to comprehend.
He saw several blue, misty creatures spreading out into the forest and shook his head at his own stupidity. Without another thought he cast a patronus, as did Draco, and they leapt away in front of them to cover more ground.
More than an hour they’d been searching before they heard an odd noise nearby. Moving to investigate they rounded a corner and froze. A giant spider was standing half against a tree, its body covering that of something else and its stinger stuck into said thing’s stomach. Neville knew it was Harry, even without seeing him properly. His blood ran cold in fear for the other boy at the same time as an intense anger pulsed through him and without thinking he cast an expelliamus which send the creature flying back from Harry and into a nearby tree.
Neville ran over to the boy, whose body was tied to the tree. His skin was pale, his eyes were open but seemingly unseeing and his body was completely limp. The Spider’s stinger had broken off its body when Neville shot at it and it was still sticking out of Harry’s stomach. Neville felt tears sting his eyes as he gently felt for a pulse in Harry’s neck. He found it, weak as it was, and he sobbed in relief, immediately checking to see if the Hufflepuff was breathing, which again he was but it was shallow. Draco, who’d been checking on the spider to make sure it wasn’t coming back, lifted his wand and sent flares and fireworks up into the sky so everyone knew they’d found him. Neville didn’t know what to do, but he knew with stings and venom he wasn’t supposed to move the person, so he didn’t untie Harry, waiting for someone to arrive who might know more than him.
He stood next to Harry while he was waiting and gently stroked the boy’s face. “Harry, if you can hear me, we’re here, we found you, help’s on its way and you’re going to be all right.” More tears slipped from Neville’s eyes and he bit back another sob. “I’m so sorry, Harry. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, wishing he could hold the boy but knowing he couldn’t. Instead he watched the slow rise and fall of Harry’s chest and prayed for it to keep going.
The professors found them soon after and Neville moved out of the way so Madame Pomphrey and Professor Snape could do their work. Draco came over to him and wrapped his arm around Neville, whispering to him that it was going to be okay; although Neville knew the blonde was as worried as him. He vaguely saw Hagrid run over to the dead spider, sobbing and blubbering over its carcass, but he paid it no attention. A thing like that should not be in a school, even if the spider itself was out in the forest students weren’t supposed to enter. He had no sympathy at all for the giant, but he hoped there was a consequence for the man’s stupidity.
XX
Harry was exceptionally lucky, they were told later that night. The spider’s venom was only designed to paralyse its victims in preparation for being eaten. He’d had a hefty dose and would need a few days to recover properly, but he would. Neville was relieved beyond words to hear it. He wanted to stay with Harry overnight, but was forced by Madame Pomphrey to leave. Lilly arrived at the hospital wing as Neville and Draco were being kicked out, having only just been informed Harry was missing after he’d been found, which Neville was sure she was none too thrilled about. Neville was relieved to know at least someone would be there to keep an eye on Harry overnight.
Lilly thanked them sincerely for finding him before running over to Harry’s side. The last thing Neville saw before the doors to the medical wing closed behind him was Lilly sitting on the side of her son’s bed. He followed Draco out of the room and down the corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the otherwise silent castle. When they reached the staircase that would lead Neville up to his dorm and Draco down to his, the blonde boy stopped him and reached forward to pull him into a hug.
“Are you okay?” He asked softly.
“Yeah, are you?” Neville asked in return.
“Yeah,” Draco replied, rubbing Neville’s back gently before pulling back to look at him. “Then again as much as I love Harry as a friend, I’m not the one in love with him,” he said, with so much sympathy it made Neville tear up all over again.
“Is that what I am? Because I really don’t know,” Neville whispered tearfully to his friend.
“Yeah, it is,” Draco assured him. “It’s okay if it takes you a while to work through the reality of what’s happening to you, Merlin knows it must be a difficult realisation and you’ve not long broken up with Dean. But you are in love with Harry, I can see it.”
Neville nodded, trusting his friend’s words. Draco knew him better than anyone else in the world. If he said it, it was probably true.
“I’ll see you in the morning okay,” Draco said, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before heading down in the direction of the dungeons. Neville watched him got for a few moments before heading up the staircase to his own dorm. Was Draco right? Is that why he’d been so keen to touch Harry? He never thought his feeling for Harry were like that, but Draco had never been wrong before. He lay down in his bed, his mind full of every moment he’d spent with Harry, analysing every thought and feeling he’d had the whole time they’d been friends. Eventually he fell into a restless sleep, his mind still far too full to settle.
XX
Neville was up very early the next morning and while he felt like he’d barely slept he couldn’t go back to sleep, his mind was wide awake. He showered and threw his clothes on - it was a weekend so no school robes necessary - and headed down to the hospital wing. He met Draco in the hallway and the pair greeted each other tiredly.
“Couldn’t sleep either?” Neville asked.
“No, barely a wink,” Draco replied, rubbing his eyes. “Heading down to see Harry?” he asked as they started walking again.
“Yeah. I know they said he was going to be fine but I’m still worried,” Neville replied.
“I know, me too. How are you feeling after last night’s revelation?”
Neville sighed, “I don’t know. You’re right, I know you are, I think it’s just taking my brain a while to catch up with everything. It definitely explains how I’ve been feeling lately though, it was just confusing because it’s different to how I felt about Dean.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” Draco replied. “I didn’t think you and he were right together from the start and I think somewhere, deep down, you knew it too. He wasn’t good for you, I think Harry would be.”
“You’re probably right. Now I just have to work out what to do about it,” Neville said, feeling lost.
“Give yourself some time, you’ll work it out,” Draco assured him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks,” Neville replied as they reached the door to the hospital wing and ducked their heads inside. Madame Pomphrey was over at her desk talking quietly with Lilly, so Draco and Neville snuck over to Harry’s bedside while they weren’t looking. They took up chairs on opposite sides of his bed and reached out to take a hand each. Madame Pomphrey had closed Harry’s eyes so he wouldn’t be able to see them, even if he was still somehow conscious in there, so Neville squeezed his hand and spoke to him instead.
“Hi, Harry, how are you doing this morning? I’m sure it must be frightening and frustrating, not being able to move or speak. We wanted to stay with you last night, but they sent us back to our rooms. Sorry about that, but at least your mum was here so you weren’t alone.” Neville stopped to think for a second. It was usually hard to carry on a conversation with someone who didn’t talk back, but Harry had been a boy of so few words since the beginning of their friendship that he was used to it now. “I know it’s probably not much of a consolation to you now, but I punched Ron in the face for you yesterday. I think I broke his nose. It’s such a shame you didn’t get to see him crying and howling like a baby, but it was damn enjoyable. I body bound the others and left them on the floor of the great hall too. I wonder if anyone let them go in the end,” he thought the last part out loud, shooting a questioning look at Draco.
The blonde shrugged, “If they’re still there it serves them right, although I’m sure Dumbledore wouldn’t leave his precious Gryffindors on the floor.”
“True,” Neville agreed. “Oh yes, Draco’s here too, he’s holding your other hand,” Neville told Harry.
“Hi, Harry,” Draco greeted, squeezing the hand he was holding. “I hope you’re feeling okay in there.”
“Boys, what are you doing here?” Madame Pomphrey’s voice drew their attention to the medi-witch, who was fast approaching with Lilly.
“We couldn’t sleep and we wanted to see Harry,” Draco replied, using the face Neville recognised as the one he used to use on his parents when he wanted something from them as a child. It was very hard not to laugh.
“Well, all right. But make sure you go down to breakfast, you both need your strength,” she ordered sternly.
They both agreed and Neville asked how Harry was doing.
“Still the same as last night, but his body is working through the venom with the help of the potion Professor Snape gave him. Two more days and he should be back to his old self,” the Medi-witch explained.
“Have you worked out if he can hear or feel anything?” Neville asked.
“Unfortunately we’re still not sure about that, boys,” she replied and Neville nodded, figuring that would be her answer.
“Hello, boys, it’s nice to see you again,” Lilly greeted them, perching herself on the side of Harry’s bed. They both greeted her back politely. “I’m glad you’ve come to visit him, it’s nice to know he has friends who care so much. I’m sure he’ll be grateful,” she said with a smile, although it didn’t reach her eyes. Neville could understand that. He was worried about Harry, she must be beside herself.
He was about to ask her if she was all right when the doors to the hospital wing opened and Neville’s parents walked in, followed by the headmaster.
“Mum, dad, what are you doing here?” he asked, moving to give them both a hug of greeting.
“The headmaster contacted us and asked us to come to the school; it seems he has something to discuss with us,” his father explained, looking more than a little cranky. Neville had a few ideas about what the headmaster might like to discuss with them.
“If you’ll come with me, Mr Longbottom,” Dumbledore directed and headed out of the room, Neville’s parents following close behind. Neville shared a knowing look with Draco and followed after them.
The walk to the headmaster’s office was a silent one and when they arrived it was to see Ron sitting in a chair in front of the Headmaster’s desk, his nose still rather bruised. His parents were standing behind him looking rather cross, but Neville wasn’t sure whether it was at him or Ron. Dumbledore invited Neville to sit down, which Neville did in a chair as far away as he could get from Ron while still being in front of the Headmaster’s desk. He felt his parents move to stand behind his chair and his mother’s hand came to rest gently on his shoulder.
“Now, I have called you all here to discuss an incident that occurred last night in the great hall. One that involved My Longbottom punching Mr Weasley,” Dumbledore began and Neville almost smiled; he knew that’s what this would be about. There were sounds of outrage from both sets of parents, but Dumbledore quickly quietened them. “Would you boys like to tell us what happened? Perhaps you first Mr Weasley.”
Neville sat in the chair, silently fuming, as Ron whinged and carried on about how Neville had given him a hard time several times that year, and this wasn’t the first time he’d hurt him, and how he’d just attacked him out of nowhere for no reason at all and blah blah blah. Neville refused to look at him, he knew if he did the asshole would end up with more than a broken nose. When at last Ron was done and his parents’ faces looked as red as their hair Dumbledore asked Neville to give his side of the story. He turned to address the Weasley parents rather than Dumbledore.
“Your son it a bully, a liar, a low life and since last night, an attempted murderer. He bullies anyone who’s not in Gryffindor, particularly Harry Potter who has done absolutely nothing to deserve his cruelty except exist. He says I sent him flying into a pumpkin patch, and yes I did, after he hung Harry upside down, called him names and destroyed his property. An attack that I know from others who have witnessed them was not a once off. His entire Hogwarts career has been a mixture of cruelty towards other houses, something I have had to try and remedy in an attempt to protect other students since Dumbledore keeps sweeping his behaviour under a rug because he’s a Gryffindor.”
“Now wait just a minute, Mr Longbottom-” Dumbledore attempted to interrupt but Neville spoke over him.
“No, I will not wait! I had to listen to that lying ass over there go on and on about me without making a sound and now it’s my turn to talk. I know you don’t like it, but I will tell the truth since you are obviously not going to.” he turned to address the Weasleys again. “Last night your son strapped Harry Potter to a tree in the middle of the forbidden forrest and left him there as prey to whatever may come across him. He was attacked by an insanely huge spider - that as far as I’m concerned should not be in a school!-” Here he gave a pointed look to Dumbledore. “And nearly eaten alive. He’s in the medical wing now still paralysed from that creature’s venom and probably won’t come out of it for several days. Your son caused that, and you want to drag me in here and tell me off for punching the arrogant, self important rat of a creature when he wouldn’t tell me where Harry was so I could save him?”
The room had fallen into silence. The Weasley parents looked pale, Ron looked even paler. Dumbledore looked calm, though his eyes were anything but, and Neville didn’t dare look at his own parents.
“If you want to punish me for hitting him you go right ahead. I don’t regret what I did and I would do it again, it’s far better than he deserves for the way he behaves. At least I didn’t stake him out to a tree to be eaten alive. Oh and since Dumbledore will probably not do so himself, I will be making sure to let Lilly know the truth about what happened to her son. I suggest one of you do so before I do.”
Neville sat back then, too angry to speak any further. He felt two hands come to rest on his shoulders, the weight helping him to calm down from his anger as it had done when he was a child.
“Do you expect my son to be punished for what he’s done?” his father asked from behind him and he knew the anger in the man’s voice wasn’t directed at him.
“Well, he did break a school rule and-”
“No … no let him go,” Molly’s voice interrupted Dumbledore’s reply, the Weasley Matriarch looking as if she may faint any moment. “He shouldn’t be punished for that.”
Not wanting to remain in the room any longer Neville pushed out of his chair and stalked out of the office, his parents close behind.
“Neville, slow down sweetheart,” His mother’s voice made him pause at the bottom of the stairs.
“I can’t, mum, I need to walk this off,” Neville explained, knowing that if he sat still right now the anger would just continue to fester inside him.
“All right then, let’s take a walk,” his father suggested and motioned for Neville to lead the way. Neville headed in the direction of an exit, wanting some fresh air. He really loved his parents, they’d always been happy to help him no matter what he needed. Walking had been his father’s way of blowing off steam and he’d passed it on to Neville growing up. It didn’t matter how old Neville was, if he needed a walk to calm down one or both of his parents always went with him, a calming presence in case he needed to talk out his worries.
Twenty minutes later his anger had finally run it’s course. Neville stopped walking beside the great lake and sat down on a nearby rock.
“Are you okay now, honey?” his mother asked, sitting down beside him.
Neville shook his head. He wasn’t okay, he was so messed up in the head right now and he didn’t know what to do, what to think.
“Talk to us, Nev,” his father coaxed softly and Neville was surprised at the tears that immediately sprung into his eyes.
“I thought he was going to die,” he told them both softly. “He wasn’t moving, he was barely breathing and he was …” tears started to get the better of him and his mother’s arm slipped around his shoulders. “There was nothing I could do, I just had to wait and … and do nothing. I was so scared.”
“Of course you were, Nev,” his father said, moving to sit down on his other side and running a soothing hand up and down his back. “He’s your friend, you were bound to be worried about him.”
Neville snuggled into his parents, allowing the tears to fall. He liked having them around, he always missed them when he was at school.
Once he’d calmed down he waved his wand over his face to clean it of all traces of tears.
“Are you okay now?” His mother asked.
“Yeah, thanks,” he replied softly.
“Something’s still bothering you though, Nev, do you want to talk about it?” his dad asked.
Neville smiled, trust his dad to notice. “No, not yet, I’m still getting my head around it myself. I will though, when I’ve sorted it in my own brain; I may need your advice.”
“Of course, we’re always here for you, sweetheart,” Alice reminded him gently.
“I know, thank you,” he said, wrapping an arm around each of them and smiling when he became the filling in a cuddle sandwich.
“So now that we’ve talked that out, let’s discuss punching Ronald Weasley in the face and why you shouldn’t do that again,” his father said, although he did sound oddly happy about Neville’s actions now that he knew the reason why.
XX
End of chapter
Poor Harry, the Gryffindors are so evil. I hadn’t set out for this to be an anti Dumbledore story and it’s not really going to be, I just don’t like all the things he let the Gryffindors get away with and I doubt the rest of the school like it either. I also didn’t want to make the Weasleys bad people. Ron’s a bully, but like most bullies he’s all talk and not really out to kill anyone, He intended for Harry to be stuck out there all night but he didn’t realise just how dangerous the forbidden forrest was, having not had the adventures he had with Harry in the books. His character is a prat but not a murderous one. Anyway Neville knows what he’s feeling now and he just has to process it. We’ll see more of that next chapter. As for those who have gotten it in their head that Harry, Neville and Draco were going to be in a three way relationship that was never my intention for this story. Still, if enough of you want to see it end up that way review and let me know, I might just change the outcome of the story.
Till next time
Kayla
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