Okay, this is my first Harry Potter fic ever. I haven't read all the books, so I'm not as deep into the mythology as some are. I may get some of the details wrong about certain things, but I hope you guys can take it easy on me as I didn't have a beta for this. If you notice any really annoying typos, let me know, I tried to proof read this as best as I could because I hate it when I have typos or misused grammar in my uploads but...I can't catch them all.

It's not much, but just an idea I had in my head and wouldn't leave me alone until I posted it. I warn you, it's really angsty! And it's definitely a Harmony fic :)

Well, here goes!

Oh, I think the format for this might be a tad wacky, and if so then I am truly sorry! I think I fixed it though.

By the time Neville reached him, it was too late. The other two men with him swore at the sight that greeted them; there was so much blood. A pained moan reached their ears and Neville knelt down beside the man who'd he used to look up to when they were kids.

"Harry," Neville started, "We're gonna help you, I swear. We're gonna help you."

Harry's eyes snapped open, and stared blindly at Neville's face for a moment before seeming to recognize his auror partner. Harry quickly shook his head, clinching his jaw at the pain as he said, "Not this time. Not - not this...time." His green eyes met Neville's and he put his bloody hand on Neville's shoulder. "You can't help me."

Tears stung Neville's eyes, as he shook his head quickly. "I will. I'm not giving up on you, Potter."

Harry smiled weakly at that, and Neville saw the blood filling Harry's mouth covering his teeth. "It was poisoned, Neville. There's nothing you can do." Harry said and Neville looked down at Harry's stomach. He'd been stabbed in the kidney, and then in his gut and then his ribs. Blood covered everything, his clothes, the ground, his hands and his face. So much blood. Neville hadn't seen so much before. This couldn't be happening! Neville had been just a few minutes behind him! Harry Potter wasn't supposed to be able to die! Not like this, not in a dark alley, stabbed to death by a poisoned blade. No. No. No. It was like a mantra in Neville's head; maybe if he said it enough it'd come true. He didn't know enough about Healing charms to do any good. He knew the two rookies behind him wouldn't either. He cast a glance in their direction, and their faces were filled with shock and disbelief and Neville knew they'd be useless right now. This was just their first week as aurors. They weren't supposed to see this so soon.

"Poisoned, Neville." Harry seemed to fighting against strong convulsions now. "I can feel it now. It burns. It won't be long until it...reaches my...h - heart."
Then, Neville knew. These was Harry's last moments. These were his last breaths.

"P - poisoned." Neville breathed, finally understanding. None of them were Healers, and there was no time.

"Tell her I love her, Neville..." Harry breathed out one final breath, and simply...faded away. Tears fell down Neville's face as he stared at Harry's lifeless eyes. The two men behind him let out a stream of curses, saying something about how this couldn't be real. But Neville knew, this was real. Harry Potter was dead.
And it was his job to tell his family.

Four Days Later

It was the day of Harry Potter's funeral, and it was raining, and cold. Just another thing to make this day more miserable, Neville thought. He held up an umbrella over Ginny Potter, who was holding her eldest son James' hand, her shoulders shaking from her sobs. James was trying to put up a silent but strong front, a single tear running down his cheek as he gripped his mother's hand tightly. James' features reminded Neville of Harry, even the glasses he now sported.

Albus and Lily were wrapped around their mother and brother; the Potter's unified even in this tragedy. Neville knew that their family bond ran deep.

But he also knew of something that ran far deeper. Something that no one else in the world knew but one.

"'Tell her I love her, Neville.' Those were Harry's last words. Once again showing his selflessness, even in death, he thought of others." Neville was brought out of his thoughts by Ron's moving eulogy. Neville could tell the red head had put a lot of hard work and emotion into this speech. Ron's voice was strained, and he choked on his words sometimes.
"I'm sure Harry thought of his children, how much he loved them, how much he had influenced their lives. He was an astounding father. Supportive, kind, loving, and a rock to those fortunate enough to be in his life. I know how blessed I am to be called his friend.

Always showing his true character, Harry gave his life in search of good. In search of a better world for his children, and his wife. He gave his life for a greater purpose. He was the most honorable man I've ever known."

Then, Ron started sharing Harry's history with the group huddled around the damp grave site, where he came from, how his parents sacrificed themselves saving him. How the defeated Voldemort. Neville looked over to Hermione Granger - well, Weasley now - and the grief on her face made Neville almost choke. It was undefinable pain, such strong anguish, that she didn't even attempt to hide it away. Tears covered her cheeks, making her already red face from the cold even more so. Her hands were wrenching against each other, as she bit down on her bottom lip, her shoulders shaking violently.

Neville wanted to go to her, and wrap an arm around her shoulders, but before he knew it, Ron was finished, and had taken his place by his wife's side. Hermione shrugged away from Ron's arms, muttering a quick "sorry" to him before hurrying away from the group, into the pouring rain.
Neville handed his umbrella to James, hearing something about "ashes to ashes", before starting after Hermione. She needed someone right now, and while they'd never had really been close as children, he would consider them close friends now. Close enough that he knew the secret, anyways.

When he found Hermione, she was standing by an enormous statue of a crying angel, one hand over her stomach, the other over her mouth. Neville walked up behind her, and before he could even put a hand on her shoulder she was turning into him and burying her head in his chest.

Neville was surprised, but put his arms around her, only having an inkling of what she was going through. Finally, after a moment, Hermione finally got out through her sobs, "Oh Neville, how am I supposed to go on?" The pain in her voice broke Neville's heart, and he shook his head.

"I don't know," he answered honestly. Hermione let out another pained sob into Neville's chest. Neville had an idea why she was accept comfort from him, because he wasn't comforting her for the loss of a best friend, he was comforting her for her loss of the love of her life. "I will tell you this though," Longbottom started, tears sting his eyes and fog rushing out of his mouth every time he spoke. "Harry would want you to go on, Hermione. He wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life grieving like this. I know, I know you're in a kind of pain that can't easily be described. I won't pretend that I know everything you're going though, I only have an idea. I can't imagine what I'd do if I lost my wife but -"

"That's just it, Neville!" Hermione suddenly blurted. "I haven't lost my husband. I've lost Harry, who - who was so much more to me. I feel awful for it, but when I first heard the news...I - I almost...wished it been Ron instead." She finished in a whisper, letting out another sob. "Just what kind of person thinks that? I'm a horrible person, Neville."
Neville shook his head, "No, you're not. You're Hermione Weasley, one of the best people I've ever known. So what, you had a selfish thought. Hermione, you're grieving. No one thinks straight when they've lost someone they love."

Hermione stayed silent, and pulled away from Neville's comforting embrace. She turned her back to Neville, and wiped her eyes.

Neville then recited something Ron had said earlier: "'Tell her I love her, Neville.'" Hermione froze, and she placed a hand on her forehead. Neville continued, "You know he wasn't talking about Ginny, right?"

Hermione nodded. "I do...Oh God, I do."

"He loves you, Hermione." Neville said, and Hermione was trembling. Neville let out as comforting as a smile as he could as she turned to face him. "I told him I'd tell you, and now I have."
Hermione gave Neville one last hug, before they started walking back to Harry's grave...

One Month Later.

Hermione Granger Weasley stood by the grave of Harry Potter, the man she secretly loved, the man who'd secretly loved her. She knelt down in front of his tombstone, her hand brushing away the snow that covered it. There was some dead flowers beside it, also covered with snow, and Hermione took them out, replacing them with the red roses she had purchased. The red was a stark contrast to the white that was everywhere.

Already Hermione felt the tears begin to sting her eyes. Life wasn't any easier yet, but she was somehow making it through, despite what she thought the day of Harry's funeral. She'd asked Neville how she was going to survive. Well, she found out just by breathing she was surviving, just by living each day on at a time she was surviving. Even if it didn't feel like it.

"Oh Harry," Hermione whispered quietly, her gloved hand running over the words marking this grave as his.

Tell her I love her, Neville. She only wished she'd been able to say that to him one last time. "I love you, too. I'll never stop loving you." She read over the words etched into the stone there: Here Lies Harry Potter. Loving Husband, Father, and Friend.

The bitter cold surrounding her made her shiver, and she whispered: "Goodbye, my love. Same time next week? Always." She stood, and made her way towards her car. As she was walking, she was struck by a thought that sent a painful shock to her heart.

Harry Potter's last words will go down in history. The books will say he was speaking about Ginny Potter, his loving wife, mother of his children. But he wasn't speaking about her at all, he was speaking about the woman he loved, and was loved by, with all of their joined soul, Hermione Weasely; and no one will ever know.

Except for Neville.

So, what did you guys think? Please review, so I shall know if I should never even try to write Harry Potter fanfiction again, hahah. Thanks for your time.

Oh, and honestly, I'm not sure why I chose Neville, but he seemed like a good fit to me.