so...I know what you're all going to say...

"no,why are you starting a new story?!"

"you never update the ones you have and you start a new one whenever you do!"

"why do you even do this?!"

so...I dont know :/

I watched Moribito on netflix a long time ago and almost as soon as I finished they took it off. I only recently found it so after a day of binge watching I am ready for the making of fanfiction!

...please dont kill me.

it was so dark in the hallway that he could barely see a thing in front of him as he strode confidently on his way deeper into the building.

it wasnt very common for people to come this deep in the ministry anymore. not since the legendary battle at Hogwarts many years ago.

but even then,the red robed guards paid no more than a passing glance over the dark hooded figure when they opened the doors to the room they guarded.

if he was here,he had permision to go further. and even then they knew who he was as he had been through those doors many thousands of times.

on the other side of the door was an improvised 'office'. there was a large desk facing a stone arch with a fluttering silver curtain of mist from which the whispers of the dead seemed to come floating through the room,smooth and enticing anyone who gets to close to come to an end whether they realise it or not.

seated at the desk was an old man,his age seemingly amplified by being near the veil. he was looking through one of the hundreds of books surrounding and on his desk.

"you asked to see me sir?" the hooded man asked with no emotion in his voice.

the old man looked up and sighed.

"how many times have I told you Harry,I'm not you're boss when we're alone" he said with a smile.

the hood fell to show a young man,around the age of twenty. he had long black hair pulled into a low tail and striking green eyes behind thin glasses that made him look more intelligent than his years.

"honestly Neville,I cant count that high. I lost count somewhere around two hundred and thirty six" Harry Potter laughed along with his best friend Neville Longbottom before Neville had a small coughing fit that made Harry rush to his side before he was waved off as Neville righted himself.

"anyway,I had a reason for calling you." he said,holding up the book he had just been reading.

Harry took the book and was astounded to see just how old it was. not only that,but he had never seen this type of hide before.

"read it Harry. I need you to finish it before I pass on." Neville said gravely before coughing again.

the next day,Harry was once more in the veil chamber.

but he was far from happy.

"what are you thinking Neville?! other worlds? you cant mean this!" here he slammed the book down in front of his somber friend. his last friend. the others from their time at Hogwarts had all perished in the years since then.

Neville was luckiest,he'd lived a full two hundred and three years now. along side Harry.

Harry,who had not aged a day since his twenty first birthday.

the book Neville had given him contained knowledge of two different worlds. one that was similar to theirs and one that connected theirs to the other,which was inhabbited by strange spiritual creatures.

Neville,for all his blundering in his Hogwarts years,was far from stupid.

he'd known Harry for over a hundred years,he knew that his own declining health was braking Harry.

Harry,who'd had to watch his wife,his friends,his children and his friends children die and be buried over and over again until there was just him and Neville left of those who knew what it was like during the battle of Hogwarts. who knew what true evil looked like as they had stared it straight in the red eyes.

Harry,who had no one left but Neville. and who was about to lose him as well.

"you can not be serious!" Harry shouted louder,voice increasing in volume as well as anguish.

"yes,I am. and I fully intend to see it through." Neville said somberly as he stood up and embraced Harry.

"b-but if you d-do this,then you'll die!" Harry sobbed into his friends shoulder. he was surprised to hear Neville chuckle.

"Harry,you know as well as I do that I wont survive the night." Neville said.

and it was true. since his twenty first birthday,when he stopped aging,he had a slight idea of when people were going to die. the longer he stayed near them and the better he knew them increased how much he knew.

so he could tell Neville would either breath his last breath in his sleep that night,or give the last of his magic and life force to send him to this other world.

and Neville had set his heart on giving Harry a fresh start.

ok so this chapter is basically "should I do this?"

I want to,but...

maybe I should post some more HahW? or maybe one of the others?