Here's another one- this has been long abandoned. I think I wrote this about two years ago. I kept it on my computer for a reason, though, and I'm always rereading it. It's sweet and fluffy, in a saccharine way, and there's some good points in there. Here we go!

Oh, and like the other chapters in this collection, this is unedited. I usually edit all of my stories at least three or four times before I post the chapters online, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors.

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HPNL- fluffiness abounds!

Set in post OOTP

Harry was sorting out his trunk. He, along with the rest of his roommates, were packing for the summer. Ron was still in St. Mungo's. Ginny had already come by to pick up his trunk earlier. It was odd, not seeing Ron around, but the red head was still healing from his injuries from the DOM battle.

Umbridge was gone too, thankfully. She'd been transferred to St. Mungo's after her run in with the Centaurs. Hermione had just left the hospital wing, with orders from Madam Pomfrey to take it easy this summer.

Harry would not get such a reprieve. He was to go back to the Dursleys. He was not looking forward to it, at all. Especially not after Dumbledore had told him that he'd written his Aunt, telling her about his Godfather's death. There went his blackmail material, and whatever chance he had at being treated like a normal human being.

Harry frowned, throwing out an old package of sweets. Neville was next to him, going through his trunk as well. Dean and Seamus were trying to clean off some of their old books.

Harry frowned as he picked up a slim book that was beside him. It looked like his own journal, but he knew he hadn't gotten it out of his hiding place yet. He opened it up to a random page.

I'm glad I went to the meeting. I learned so much today! Because no one wanted to be my partner, Harry partnered up with me…he's so nice. Too nice for his own good, sometimes. Sometimes I wonder how he can put up with Ron. The prat teased me again, after class, while Harry was distracted with Hermione. He makes me so mad sometimes, but he's Harry's friend, I just don't know what to do-

Harry closed the book. This was Neville's journal. He glanced over at Neville. The boy seemed oblivious to his reading the journal. Harry considered slipping it back into the boy's pile, but he was curious about what the journal said. Before he could think about changing his mind, he dropped the journal into his own trunk.

He stood, grabbing a few things from his night table, and managed to make it look like he picked up his own journal from the floor.

"Hey, is this yours?"

Neville paled, and reached over and grabbed it from him. "Must have gotten mixed up with your things. Sorry Harry."'

"No problem." Harry smiled, lying to Neville's face. "I've got one like it myself." He turned back to his trunk.

Harry had forgotten all about the journal until he was locked back into his room at Privet Drive. He was searching through his things, looking for something to kill time, rather than stare at the walls and think of Sirius.

He blinked as he found Neville's journal at the bottom, and sat on his bed. Guess it would kill the time. He idly wondered if Neville had read his journal yet.

He opened it, and read the first entry.

Hogwarts: Year Five

Today is September first. Another year at Hogwarts. Hopefully it will be better than last year. Harry sat with me in the compartment, along with Luna Lovegood. Luna's a bit batty, but an alright girl. Hermione got prefect, of course. I was very surprised to see Ron get prefect, and not Harry.

Anyways. I showed them my Nimbus Mimbletoa that Uncle Algie gave me. I was so embarrassed when it exploded! And Cho Chang just happened to pop in too. Harry looked so embarrassed. I'm surprised he's still talking to me.

He looks thin. He does every year after the summer holidays. I keep wanting to ask him if he's okay, but he gets mad every time Hermione pesters him, so I don't want to do that.

Tonight was fun. Everyone stayed up late, chatting about their summers, goofing around. Harry, of course, didn't talk much about his summer. Seamus says that Ron told him about those muggles Harry stays with are really awful. Those rumors have been going around a while now, but I'm not going to say anything until Harry says anything.

Umbridge is the new Defense Professor. Merlin, I hate her.

Harry blinked at the passage. What the hell? What right did Ron have blabbing to Seamus about the Dursleys! Well, he wasn't going to say anything else to him again! And what rumors? He hadn't heard anything. He read on, leaning back on his pillow, getting comfortable. He read a few pages about classes that made him chuckle, and some observations about the Gryffindors. Some of them made him laugh, while others made him frown. He noticed, though, Neville never said anything bad about him.

I'm worried. Hermione had the idea of a Defense group, because Umbridge is awful, and won't teach us what we need to know. She wants Harry to run it. Now, I think Harry running it would be a great idea, but he looks like he's under enough stress.

He's been having more nightmares lately. Ron and Seamus will sleep through anything, and Dean's been off shagging Parvati, so he hasn't really noticed how often the nightmares have been. I just want to wake him up and talk to him. So many times I wished this, but…I know how nightmares are, and when you're woken up from one, sometimes you forget where you are for a minute.

Don't fancy a hex or a punch from Harry in the middle of the night just because I wanted to help him. I asked Hermione about what I could do to help. She said to leave it be, that's he's a private person, and wouldn't want to be bothered. Somehow, I'm not sure if that's the right thing to do, since she's always butting into his business. Hermione then gave me that Look.

She said "Neville, you've been noticing Harry an awful lot lately."

I wondered if she had noticed me staring at him in class the other day, and if anyone else had noticed either.

"I don't know what you mean." I replied, trying to play dumb. Merlin, I'm an idiot. This is Hermione, for Merlin's sake!

"You like him." As soon as she said it…I realized…I do. I just hadn't…thought of it. I mean, Harry's Harry! He's my friend. I don't know if he even considers me a friend or not, but I certainly consider him my friend. But Hermione noticed that I like him, not just as a friend, but…I just don't know what to think. Hermione says that I like him because I want to emulate him, but I don't think it's true. I have to think about this some more.

Harry gaped at the page. Neville liked him? He skimmed through a few more pages, mostly ones complaining about Malfoy and Snape, and stopped where he saw his name again.

Harry's got a crush on Cho Chang. It's rather obvious. I don't know what he sees in her. Luna tells me Cho is one of the people that hides her things. Usually Harry likes nice people, not…bullies. Maybe he doesn't know. I suppose she's rather pretty, but I don't know how he can stand her sometimes, and I certainly don't know how she made it into Ravenclaw.

DA was fun today. Harry had decorated the room with muggle Christmas Decorations. It was rather fun. He stayed behind. When he came back, he had this strange look on his face. I couldn't tell if he was happy or sad, but everyone in the common room could hear Ron's exclamation about Harry kissing Cho.

I suppose it's out of the question that he would ever be interested in me. I mean, I'm male, for one thing. I'm rather horrible at magic, and I'm such a klutz! Hermione only puts up with me because no one else but her and Harry will hang out with me voluntarily.

Harry set the book down with a frown. How could Neville think that about himself? He had hoped that Neville knew that Harry was his friend, and didn't talk to him because he felt sorry for him!

He glared out the window. It was the middle of the night. He should be asleep.

Neville's POV

Neville unpacked his trunk, setting his school books on the shelf by his desk. He took out his journal. Thank Merlin Harry hadn't read it. He would have been so embarrassed!

He opened it, blinking at handwriting not his own. This wasn't his journal!

I wish Ron and Hermione would get a room already! They're always fighting, but I wonder when it's ever going to escalate into snogging. And hope that I won't be there to see it. I don't want my memory scarred forever, thank you very much.

They were fighting again tonight after Hermione purposed the idea of the DA. I mean, really, me teach Defense? I had help all those times I faced off Voldemort!

Neville's eyes widened. This was Harry's journal. Harry did say that their journals looked similar… he gasped. If he had Harry's journal, then Harry had Neville's! He colored, and looked down at the book. He shouldn't read it. He really shouldn't.

Harry read the rest of the book over the next two days. He was given his food through the cat flap again, and had nothing better to do. He had never realized how much Neville had looked up to him. Not only Neville, but a lot of the younger students too. Neville talked to a lot of the younger years, kids that Harry didn't know, but somehow they all knew about him, and looked up to him.

Neville was very observant, more than people realized. His observations told Harry that Hermione would never be with Ron, no matter how much Ron wanted her. They just wouldn't work. He saw how cruel people could be.

Harry had seen how it was in the muggle world, but he had a protection in the magical world, mainly his name, to keep people from teasing him like they did Neville.

And Ron. Harry was going to talk to him as soon as possible. What Ron said to Neville sometimes was inexcusable.

He blushed over the bits about himself, but couldn't help but admire Neville's loyalty to him. Neville never mentioned anyone else that way. He felt sad that he hadn't spent more time with him.

He idly wondered if Neville had found his own journal yet. He sort of regretted giving the boy his own journal, because some of the things he'd written in there he hadn't even told Ron and Hermione. He just hoped things wouldn't be awkward between them.

The last page had Harry reading it twice.

Harry's Godfather is dead. I don't know what to say to him. I know he doesn't want pity or fake condolences. He probably doesn't want to even be talked to. The past few days he's hidden off somewhere. I wish I could help. I want to invite him over for the summer. Gran said it would be okay, but I couldn't really explain the circumstances with the muggles without telling her about the rumors I heard. So I didn't tell her.

I don't want him to be alone. I don't want to be alone. Even if he'd just let me be his friend…I'd be happy. Merlin, I think I'm in love with him.

Harry closed the book, and looked at Hedwig, who was perched on the window sill. "I should return this book, shouldn't I?"

Hedwig looked at him solemnly.

"You're right. I should tell him the truth too."

Harry got some paper, and started to write.

Neville,

When I got home, I realized I had your journal. I'd be lying if I told you that I hadn't read it. I'm curious, what can I say? I know you have mine, and since I read yours, you're welcome to read mine. Some of the things I've written there I've told no one else.

I was surprised to find how you felt about me…but I'm not completely against it. I consider you my friend, Neville, and I have for a while. Maybe we should talk.

If you're upset with me, I understand. But I don't regret it. I've learned so much about you, and some of the things you wrote about I would have never noticed. I was in a bit of funk last year, so I was a bit oblivious to a lot of things.

Hopefully still your friend,

Harry

Neville stared at the letter in his hands. He was at the breakfast table with Gran. Hedwig, Harry's owl, was nibbling on some bacon. "Who wrote you, Neville?"

Neville blushed. "Um, Harry. I was kind of surprised. He'd gotten our books mixed up when we were packing."

He folded the letter, putting it on top of his wrapped journal. "May I be excused?"

His Gran looked at him with a slight narrowing of her eyes. "After you finish your juice. I do hope you'll write promptly back to him."

"Yes ma'am." Neville gulped down the rest of his juice, ignoring the admonishment of his Gran, picked up his book, and left the room. Hedwig squawked, and followed him through the house.

He ran up the stairs, ignoring the whispers and giggles of the house elves, and shut himself up in his room. He sat at his desk and opened the package. His journal. He sighed, quickly thumbing through the pages. Looked the same as ever.

He glanced to Harry's journal. With trying to get the greenhouse back into shape, he hadn't read all of it yet. He got some paper, and began to write.

Harry,

Thank you for returning my journal. I suppose if I had been in your position, I would have done the same thing. We Gryffindors are too curious for our own good. I…I'm glad you say you're my friend. That makes me very happy. I'm still not finished with your journal, I admit, I had already started reading it.

The change of perspective is…different. I feel like I know you better now, if that was possible. I hope you don't think I'm a stalker or anything, because I…Merlin, this is embarrassing. I hope you don't mind my crush on you…I know you're straight and everything, and I'm just happy we can be friends.

Is it okay if I finish reading your journal before I return it?

Your friend,

Neville

Neville folded the letter carefully, and handed it to Hedwig, who was perched on his desk. "Feel up to delivering a letter to Harry?" She gave him a hoot, and flew out of the room before he could change his mind.

Harry smiled as he read Neville's letter. It was nearly time for dinner, and Aunt Petunia had forgotten to give him lunch. But the letter made him feel a bit better. Hedwig settled onto the windowsill, watching him expectantly.

"I'll write in the morning. Give you a bit of a rest." She gave him an affronted look. Harry raised a brow. "You've been flying out all day! Where does he live anyways?"

Hedwig gave him a soft hoot, settling into her cage, turning her back on him.

"Fine then." He groused.

He laid on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the situation. Neville was an alright bloke. Harry would never have pegged him as gay. He didn't look like any of the blokes on telly that Uncle Vernon called names at. Neville was just happy as being friends, and so would Harry, but…his curiosity got the best of him. Couldn't he at least try it? I mean, what was so different about kissing a bloke than a girl? It was bound to better than Cho's kisses. He made a face, remembering.

And he could tell that Neville liked him because of Harry just being Harry. Not once did he mention about him being famous (unless it was to commiserate with Harry). Neville seemed to like…just Harry. And he didn't mind that at all.

Dear Neville,

I suppose it's only fair you get to read my journal, since I read yours. I don't have a problem with you reading it. I'm glad I read it, I did get to know you a lot better. I don't mind you having a crush on me, actually. It's sort of flattering. I don't see what you could possibly like about me, but I'm glad you like me, and not the Boy Who Lived.

Have you liked any other boys, or am I the only one? I didn't see any mention of you liking anyone else. I'm sorry if that was a bit personal, but the question has been bugging me for a while now.

Anyways, I hope your summer is going well.

Your friend,

Harry

"That's the second day in a row he's written you." Gran said, buttering her toast. "Did you return his book?"

Neville shook his head. "He read mine, so he said it was okay to read his." He smiled.

Gran looked at him for a long moment. "Are they defense books? Perhaps he'd like to read another one, since you're still reading his." She looked a bit thoughtful. "If he'd like to visit, the offer is still open, you know. I never seem to meet him properly. Ask him if he'd like to come to lunch one day."

Neville blinked. "Um…well, he lives with muggles. I'm not sure if he can get away right now."

Gran raised her brow. "You can obviously send letters to him. Ask him. If he says yes, we can send a portkey."

"Oh…okay."

Neville grabbed a defense book from the library, and went to his room. He put a lightening charm on the book, and started to write.

Dear Harry,

You're probably wondering why I sent a Defense book. Gran was curious as to why we were writing each other, and what the books were. I told her we were exchanging Defense books. Anyways, she wants you to come over for lunch. I know you can't get away from the muggles, but she had the idea of sending a portkey. How about it?

The book is pretty good, it used to be my Dad's. We have a lot of defense books in our library. I put a lightening charm on it so Hedwig wouldn't have trouble carrying the book.

So far this summer I've been trying to get the greenhouse shaped up. The house elves try to take care of while I'm gone during the school year, but there are a few plants they refuse to go near. They don't fancy being eaten. Other than that, everything's been okay.

Hope things with the muggles are alright,

Neville

Harry smiled at the book. He set it on his desk with a sigh, setting the letter on top of it. Of course Neville wouldn't answer his question. It was a bit personal, after all. He was seriously considering of taking up their offer on lunch. He'd fallen asleep last night, and found that his Aunt hadn't given him dinner or breakfast this morning. He sent Hedwig off with a quick 'I'm fine' note to the Order, and sat on his bed, deep in thought.

Did he even have to tell the Order that he was leaving? Would the wards prohibit Portkeys? Would anyone notice if he was gone? Maybe he could slip out while Mudungus was on duty. He wasn't sure.

Hedwig came back with a reply from Remus not too much later.

Harry,

You're going to have to do better than that. Telling us you're fine, and nothing else, doesn't make us believe you. I'm going to visit you tonight.

Remus

Harry scowled at the note, crumpling it up.

That night, Harry heard the Dursleys leave the house, presumably to go out to the movies. Harry suspected it was the work of the Order, because the Dursleys hadn't gone to the movies together since Dudley was small. Usually he liked to go with his friends, not his parents.

He heard the door open downstairs, and Harry knew it was Remus. He had his wand in hand, just in case, and waited by the door. He heard Remus walk up the stairs and down the hall.

"Harry? What are all these locks for?"

Harry said nothing, and heard the man unspell the locks. Harry kept his wand trained on Remus as he opened the door.

Remus stared at him, eyes a glowing amber in the darkness. "How long have you been locked up here!"

"What is my patronus?" He murmured, keeping his wand up.

"A stag." Remus said distractedly, coming in, looking around the room. "Answer me, Harry."

Harry put his wand away. "Since I've returned to Privet Drive."

Remus looked at the door, eyes falling to the catflap. "They feed you through that." He said with a frown.

"Yeah."

Harry sat on his bed, while Remus paced the room, agitatedly. "This is not 'fine' Harry!"

Harry blinked at him. "I don't have to see them. I can tell you this is a sight better than what usually goes on."

Remus growled. "Do they hurt you?"

Harry shook his head. "No, just make me do a lot of chores. It's not a big deal."

Remus sat down, shaking his head. "Have you told Dumbledore?"

Harry looked down. "Yes. A few times, actually. But I have no choice, because of the wards, you see."

Remus frowned. "I want to talk to him. This is terrible!"

Harry shook his head. "It won't help much. He'll do his twinkling thing and try to guilt trip you into making me stay. Don't bother." He sighed.

Remus looked around the room. His eyes fell on the book Neville had given him. "What's this? Where did you get this Harry?"

"Neville. We've been writing. Lot better than doing nothing all day." Harry said.

Remus flipped through the book. "Good book. James had one of these." He said.

"Oh." Harry said quietly.

Remus set the book aside. "So you've been writing Neville? The Order noticed Hedwig was a bit active."

Harry nodded. "Yeah. We got a couple of our books mixed up when we were packing at the end of the semester." He paused. "His Gran invited me for lunch."

Remus rose a brow. "She did, did she?"

"I want to go." Harry said quietly.

Remus nodded. "I'll see what I can do. Even if Dumbledore doesn't want you going, I don't care." He glanced around the room again. "I'll escort you myself if I have to. I'll write Dowager Longbottom."

"Dowager?"

Remus leant back in the chair, looking thoughtful. "No one's ever told you about how the old families work?"

Harry frowned. "Well, sort of. I mean, Sirius said he was technically Head of his House, since he was the last male Black, but I'm sure about what else that could mean."

Remus shook his head. "He probably assumed Dumbledore told you, like the rest of us." He sighed. "Sirius was Head of his House. And when you turn seventeen, you will be Head of your House. Neville will also be his Head of House when he is seventeen, since his father is incapacitated. Dowager Longbottom is in control of the House until that time."

Harry gaped. "So…what does that mean?"

Remus sighed. "People are trained from childhood about this sort of thing. Dowager Longbottom trained Neville, obviously, as Sirius' parents trained him. They stopped once he refused to take the mantle, and they started training his brother instead. However, when his brother died, they were going to force him-"

"And he ran away." Harry said with a slight nod. "I guess Sirius didn't want all that."

Remus nodded. "That's right. It's a lot of work." He frowned. "Perhaps when I write Dowager Longbottom, I can talk about this. She and Neville would probably be willing to help, since you and Neville are friends."

Harry looked thoughtful. "Can I ask you something?"

Remus nodded. "Ask away, Harry."

Harry looked at his lap. "Neville…likes me. I mean he Likes me, likes me. How are the wizarding world's views on…"

Remus blinked in surprise. "Oh. Well, um….wasn't expecting that."

Harry colored. "Sorry. I just wanted to know. I have do idea what to think about it. I know it's not very accepted around here" at this, he motioned around the house. "But I just wanted to know how our people felt about it."

Remus looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well…it's not really discussed. Only in the past century or so has it become acceptable for young witches and wizards to date before marriage. There are potions, of course, for men to be able to conceive, to carry their lines, but it's really rather private." He looked at Harry searchingly.

"Do you…feel the same about him?"

Harry shrugged. "No idea. That's part of the reason why I wanted to go over there. I wanted to talk to him about it. Neville…said he's happy just being my friend, but I just…want to make sure, you know?"

Remus nodded. "Okay. I will write her first thing in the morning. I know Moody is a friend of hers, so I might be able to have him tag along as an escort." He stood.

Harry stood as well. "You won't tell anyone? About Neville, I mean. He's teased enough at school as it is."

Remus gave him a small smile. "I'll keep it to myself Harry." He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Don't worry about what others will say. Do what feels right."

Harry nodded, thinking about the advice.

Remus ruffled his hair. "I'll be back tomorrow."

Neville stared at his Gran in surprise. Harry worked fast.

"Really?"

Gran nodded, looking at him over the glasses that were perched on the end of her nose. "Yes, a formal request. Seems like your Professor Lupin knows tradition." She suddenly smiled. "He would be a fine escort, along with Alastor. You can never be too careful, you know."

Neville could only gape at her. Harry was coming for lunch!

His Gran continued to speak. "He also says here that Mr. Potter has been uneducated as his role of Head of House. Did you know of this, Neville?" His Gran asked sternly.

Neville shook his head, eyes wide. "I thought Dumbledore would have told him."

Gran nodded. "I think others have assumed so as well. He is asking if we will be able to help him in helping Mr. Potter."

"Of course I will!" Neville said. "I can't believe he didn't know. I just assumed he kept quiet about it because he didn't want Ron to be jealous."

His Gran looked over the letter. "So I will arrange a luncheon for Saturday." She stood from her seat. "You are dismissed, Neville, we have much to prepare."

Harry saw Remus that morning, while Aunt Petunia was doing her errands for the day. "Thanks Remus."

"Hey, no problem." He handed Harry a tin. Harry ate the biscuits in there ravenously. Remus watched Harry eat. "They're feeding you properly, aren't they?"

Harry paused in his eating. "Well, Aunt Petunia forgets sometimes." He shoved another biscuit into his mouth.

Remus' eyes widened. It took his best control to keep from getting up from his chair and thrashing some muggles.

"So Moody and I will escort you early Saturday morning to Diagon Alley. Very early, as soon as the shops open. You'll be needing robes, and it wouldn't be proper for you to wear your school robes."

"Could wear my dress robes. Still fit." Harry mumbled around his biscuits.

Remus took the tin from him. "Stop before you make yourself sick." He sighed, putting it on the desk next to him. "You still fit in your dress robes from fourth year?"

Harry shrugged, still chewing his food. Yeah, it kind of sucked, being the shortest boy in his year, but it wasn't exactly his fault.

Remus frowned. "Did they…forget to feed you when you were a kid too?"

Harry dropped his eyes. "Sometimes. But that was a long time ago. So, we have to go shopping on Saturday?" He made a face.

Remus let Harry change the conversation, but he knew he wouldn't let the teen get away with it for long. "Yes." He glanced at Harry's clothes. "Might as well pick up a few other things while we're at it too."

"How did you get Dumbledore's permission?"

Remus grinned roguishly. "Didn't. We arranged it so that Moody and I would be the ones Guarding you tomorrow anyways. If I had asked him, he would have said no and probably added a couple more people on Guard for good measure."

Harry grinned.

Neville,

I can't believe I'll get to see you tomorrow! Remus and Moody are taking me shopping before we go to your house. Remus said that I needed to be outfitted properly. I hate shopping, but I am excited about going to Diagon Alley. I haven't been since before my third year, did you know?

Can't wait to see you tomorrow!

Harry

Neville's face went warm as he read the short letter. Harry couldn't wait to see him. He looked up to see his Gran watching him carefully. Neville cleared his throat, folding the letter.

"May I be excused?"

She nodded, and watched him leave the breakfast table. Neville hurried to his room, rereading the letter as soon as he closed the door, leaning up against it. He held the letter to his chest with a smile. Harry couldn't wait to see him!

He put it with the others in his desk drawer with a happy sigh. His smile faded. Harry might be excited to see him, but maybe not for the reason Neville was looking forward to seeing him. He sat in his desk chair with a sigh.

Harry was woken at the crack of dawn by Moody. In an instant, his wand was up. Moody shook his head. "Too late, boy. Could have gotten you while you were asleep."

Harry rolled his eyes, sitting up in his bed. "I'm usually a light sleeper."

"Get lighter, then." Moody growled. "Get dressed. Lupin is leaving a note for the muggles." His lip curled as he said this. "I managed to get your key from Mrs. Weasley." He handed over the golden key brusquely. "Don't do that again."

Harry frowned, slipping on his jeans and tshirt. "Do what?"

"Give your key to someone else." Moody said, looking out the blinds. He shook his head at the bars on the window. "How is your owl able to slip out?"

Harry showed him how one of the bars were able to come loose.

Remus came in. "Ready?" Harry nodded, slipping the key into his pocket, pulling on his jacket. He slipped his wand up his sleeve.

"How are we getting there? My broom is still at Hogwarts."

Moody spoke up. "Side along. You hold onto me."

Harry did not like apparition. It felt like being squeezed through a straw. He stumbled slightly as they reappeared in Diagon Alley, not too far from the bank. Remus joined them a moment later with a soft pop.

They got some money from the bank, and by the time they got out, some of the stores were opening. Since it was still the first week of summer holidays, it would still be slow. Moody went invisible, since he was rather more noticeable than Remus. They went clothes shopping.

In addition to some new school robes, Harry got a number of every day robes, mostly in greens and blues, and one in dark red. He also got undergarments, a few pairs of shoes, and a wand holster (recommended by Moody)

By the time they were finished, it was time to go. Moody was a regular visitor at Longbottom Manor, but the other two were unused to the sight of the stately manor.

Harry gaped at the house. It was a three story sprawling mansion, and acres of land. Bloody hell, Neville was loaded. How did he not know this?

Moody knocked on the front door. A house elf answered. "Flopsy is showing guests to drawing room. Follow me please." The tiny elf intoned. Harry stared at it. She wore a red tunic with a crest on it, and she looked quite healthy, and obviously well taken care of.

They were shown to the drawing room. It looked quite comfy there, reminding Harry a bit of Mrs. Figg's place. Lots of doilies and squashy furniture.

Dowager Longbottom was waiting for them. Moody approached her first. "Augusta." He kissed her cheek. Harry and Remus exchanged a glance.

"Alastor, nice to see you again."

Remus went forward, kissing her hand. "Nice to meet you ma'am."

Dowager Longbottom gave him a small smile. "Thank you. Nice to meet you as well. Neville told me you're his favorite defense professor." Remus smiled at this.

Harry glanced around. Where was Neville?

Augusta looked at Harry, studying him. A bit on the small side, and his hair and those glasses were frightful, but he looked very nice in his new robes. Neville skidded in the hallway, and walked into the room, slightly out of breath.

Augusta looked at her Grandson, watching his reaction carefully as he saw the Potter boy. A long glance up and down, and a wide smile. Color on his face. This boy wasn't just a friend. Just as she suspected.

Harry hadn't seen Neville come in. "Nice to meet you ma'am." He kissed her hand clumsily, trying to copy Remus.

Augusta smiled at him. "Nice to meet you properly Mr. Potter." She looked at Neville. Harry followed her gaze. Harry beamed at Neville.

"Hi Neville."

Neville couldn't stop staring at his friend. What a difference proper robes made. Harry was wearing grey blue robes, clearly new, and they looked…amazing on him.

"Hi Harry." Neville glanced at his Gran. "Um…" He cleared his throat, extending his hand. "Welcome to Longbottom Manor."

Harry shook his hand with a smile. "Thanks."

Augusta sighed audibly. The Potter boy had much to learn. "When you are greeted as such, the proper reply is 'Thank you for allowing me to visit, Lord Longbottom."

Harry blinked. "Um…I thought you wouldn't be Lord until…"

Neville spoke up with a smile. "Not until I'm seventeen. But for now, just call me Neville. You have to be permitted to call your host by a familiar name. It's a fatal social faux pas. But I'm giving you permission, so could we try that again?"

Harry nodded, shaking Neville's hand again. "Thank you for allowing me to visit, Neville."

Neville smiled, their hands still shaking. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Augusta cleared her throat, and the boys dropped their hands, blushing.

"Alastor, Professor Lupin, allow me to show you the grounds while the boys visit." Augusta said, leading the men out of the room. Remus glanced over his shoulder as he left.

Harry looked at Neville nervously. "Um…I have so much to learn." He finally said, breaking the awkward silence.

Neville smiled. "Yeah…but I'd be happy to help. Gran's a bit tough, but she'll definitely get you in line." He looked down at his feet. "Would you like to see the greenhouse?"

Harry smiled. "Sure."

The boys made their way through the house, and outside. "I had no idea you lived in a place like this. Why didn't you ever say something?"

Neville laughed. "Hermione would have gotten onto me about our house elves, and Ron would have been jealous about our Manor." He said as they approached the greenhouse. He opened the door for Harry.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, seeing the plants. Many of them looked quite exotic, some of them were at Hogwarts, but the majority was not. "This is great!"

Neville smiled. "Thanks. I know you really aren't into herbology or anything…" He stuck his hands in his pockets.

Harry shook his head. "I may not know a lot, but this still looks fantastic. Tell me about some of the plants."

Neville led him around the greenhouse, telling him about some of the plants they passed, how he got them, grew them from seedlings, how they were taken care of. Harry watched him carefully. Neville looked so…happy. His eyes were bright, and he seemed perfectly content in this rather large greenhouse.

Harry was happy for him. He had never seen Neville this happy or excited except for the DA. "You look happy." Harry said, interrupting Neville's story about how one of his plants nearly ate a house elf.

Neville's eyes softened. "I am. I…love Hogwarts, but nothing can really compare to this." He motioned around the greenhouse.

Harry smiled. "You sometimes looked like that during the DA meetings."

Neville chuckled. "Yeah. But I think it was because I was finally getting spells right."

Harry shook his head. "You are talented Neville. You are." Neville's eyes dropped.

Harry stepped forward, looking up at the boy. He slid his hands into Neville's. "Don't listen to what everyone says. You'd be happier if you didn't." He said softly.

Neville stared down at their hands. "What is this Harry?"

Harry looked down at their hands. "I don't know. I don't know what to feel, Neville. I just…I'm happy that you like me. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I know you don't like me because I'm famous or anything, you just…like me for me."

Their eyes met.

"Harry…I think I've liked you for a long time. If you want to just be friends, that's okay with me. But…if you…"

Harry leant a bit closer. "Can we just try? I don't see how it could hurt."

Neville frowned slightly. "I'm not just some experiment, Harry, please don't do this if you aren't serious…" Their faces were inches from each other.

"I don't know. But I do know I don't want to hurt you." Harry whispered. "Please?"

Neville squeezed Harry's hands. "I've never liked anyone else but you." He murmured. "Please don't play with me."

Harry shook his head. "I wouldn't. You know I wouldn't. I'm not like that."

Neville leant forward, slowly. Harry's heart quickened, and he tilted his head slightly. The green house door opened, and both boys sprang apart from each other, blushing.

Harry's heart pounded in his chest. Neville had almost kissed him! He glanced over at Neville, who was watching his Grandmother come around the corner.

"There you are! I knew you two would be in here! It's time for lunch."

As they followed her out of the greenhouse, the boys glanced at each other. Harry's eyes darted away as they met Neville's, cheeks flushing. It had been so close!

Lunch was a rather tense affair. Harry and Neville hadn't gotten over their awkwardness just yet, and were rather quiet. Augusta and Remus had realized something had happened, but weren't sure what.

Moody finally spoke up. "So, Potter, are you thinking about continuing with that DA of yours next year?"

Harry blinked at him, putting his spoon down. "Well, it depends on if we get a proper defense professor."

Neville spoke up. "I learned more with you than most of our Defense professors! No offense, Professor Lupin." Neville added.

Remus shook his head. "None taken. Call me Remus, I'm no longer your professor, after all."

"Remus." Neville said with a smile.

Augusta spoke up. "The Board has unanimously agreed upon sacking Ms. Umbridge, and are assisting Dumbledore in his search for a defense professor. It seems like he is unable to get a satisfactory one on his own."

Moody nodded slightly. "From what I gather, nobody wants to volunteer for the job. Curse and all."

Remus spoke up. "I'd teach, if I was allowed."

Augusta frowned. "Why can you not teach?"

Harry and Neville exchanged a look. Apparently Neville had not told his Grandmother that Remus was a werewolf.

Remus gave the woman a small, sad smile. "I'm a werewolf, ma'am."

Augusta stared at him for a moment. "Oh." She frowned slightly. "That Umbridge put forth those laws." She humphed. "I'll talk to the Board. We need a competent Defense professor, now more than ever."

Harry then was reminded of the Prophecy, not that it was ever far from his mind. He looked at Neville. Neville should know. He gave a pointed look to Neville, signaling that he wanted to talk.

Neville got the message. "May we be excused Gran? I still haven't gotten to show Harry the rest of the house."

Gran nodded distractedly, talking with the men about the Defense Position. The boys left the room. Harry followed Neville to his room.

Harry looked around for a moment, and then looked at Neville. The taller boy looked a bit nervous.

Harry bit his lip, looking down. "I wanted to talk to you."

"O…okay." Neville sat down on the cushions by the bay window. Harry joined him, looking over the grounds.

"This is nice." He said with a slight smile. Neville stared at him.

"I'm sorry…about earlier Harry."

Harry shook his head. "I'm not." Their eyes met.

Harry slid his hand into one of Neville's. "But let's not talk about that right now. I…I need to tell you something. It's a huge secret, and I can't tell…anyone. I haven't even told Ron or Hermione. And I think you should know." He said quietly.

Neville squeezed his hand comfortingly. "What is it?"

Harry told him the prophecy quietly. They sat there for the longest time in silence. Harry could hear the others downstairs.

Neville finally spoke up. "So it could be you or me."

Harry nodded. "I knew I had to tell you. I'm pretty sure it's me, but I thought you should know."

Neville stared down at their joined hands. "Yeah. When did you find out?"

Harry sighed. "Right after I returned from the Ministry. Dumbledore…" He felt tears come to his eyes. "The fucking bastard told me right after Sirius died. I destroyed his office."

Neville gasped. He moved forward, hugging Harry. Harry began to cry. His anger slowly disapating, easing into grief. Grief about Sirius, regret that he hadn't tried better in occulemency, or had tried to talk his friends out of going there…they'd all been hurt, and it was his fault. His silent cries turned into sobs, and he finally let go.

His anger, grief, and sadness, let go from a lonely childhood, all the dangers he'd been through, and what dangers he would have to go through in the future. Harry cried until he couldn't cry anymore.

Soft assurances in his ear, and a warm body holding him tight kept him grounded. Harry sniffled, anger and grief had faded, and now he could concentrate on…everything that was happening now.

He sighed, leaning into Neville. Hands went up and down his back. Harry's arms were trapped between them, his head resting on Neville's shoulder. He turned his head slightly, and Neville's arms loosened. Harry pulled away, wiping his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." Neville said.

Harry realized he must look rather awful at the moment. He cleaned his glasses, eyes lowered.

"So…what are we going to do about this?"

"We?" Harry echoed, putting his glasses back on.

Neville grinned. "Of course, We! Even if it doesn't concern me officially, I still want to help. You never know."

Harry smiled. "Thank you Neville."

Neville took Harry's hand. "Come on, let's go downstairs. I'm sure Gran's wondering what's taking us so long."

Harry colored. "They could think we were snogging!"

Neville choked slightly, and stood. "Um…come on, let's go."

When they went downstairs, the three adults had come up with a plan. A couple times a week, the boys would get together here at the Manor, and train in Defense with Moody and Remus, while Harry would start learning the ins and outs of being a Head of House.

The house elves had gathered some books for Harry to read while he was at the Dursleys. It was soon getting late, and Harry had to get back. Everyone said their goodbyes, and they apparated out of the Manor.

That night, Harry was alone in bed. He had started reading some of the books he'd borrowed from the Longbottom library, but all he could think about was the almost kiss in the greenhouses, and what had happened after Harry had told Neville the prophecy. He sighed, putting the book on his table, and turned out the light.

He laid down, staring up at the ceiling. He had never liked any guys before, so why would he suddenly start liking them now?

He shook his head. No, he didn't think that was right. He liked how it felt when Neville had hugged him. He felt safe. Protected. Warm. He had gotten excited, and more than a bit nervous when they had almost kissed. It certainly felt better than when he'd kissed Cho.

His face went warm. He wouldn't mind trying to kiss Neville again. Was he gay? No…he thought some girls were quite pretty. But he thought he might like Neville too.

He sighed, frustrated, and turned over in his bed. This stuff was confusing.

Neville was dreaming. He was in the greenhouses with Harry, and this time, they really did kiss. It was wonderful. Everything he'd always wanted. They were happy, hiding in their little greenhouse, kissing amongst the exotic plants, when the glass suddenly shattered, and high pitched laughter rang out.

Harry and he were injured by the shattered glass, but managed to get their wands out. "Neville, please stay safe! I'll go get help!"

"No, I'm coming with you!" Neville cried out, running after Harry. A green light shot at them. Harry yanked Neville down, but he was caught with the spell. Harry laid dead, staring up with vacant eyes.

Voldemort, in dark cloak, cackled gleefully. "You thought you could protect him, ickle baby Longbottom!" Neville had Harry in his arms now, crying.

"You stupid squib, how could you protect your little boyfriend if you can barely protect yourself!" Voldemort raised his wand. "Aveda Kedavra!"

Neville bolted up from his bed, out of breath. It was just a dream. He looked out the window. Just before dawn. He should go back to sleep…but he really couldn't. He set his jaw, getting up from bed. He had things to do.

Harry was reading, again. All he'd done since he'd gotten he books was pretty much read. He smiled as he saw Hedwig with a letter, but it faded as he saw Ron's handwriting. He opened it with a sigh.

Harry,

Hey mate, just thought I ought to write to see how things were going! I finally got out of St. Mungo's. I figured you were busy with chores and things, and haven't had much time to write. I'm looking forward to getting on the pitch again, but Mum's following Doctor's Orders and having me stay in bed for a few more days.

Maybe I can kip out a bit early. I asked Mum, and she said that you might be able to come to the Burrow by your birthday. Still about month from now, maybe I can get her to have you come early.

Ginny's gone batty over Dean Thomas, they're writing each other every other day, it seems. Merlin, and Mum's talking about having him come for a visit! Hermione's with her parents still, and she said she probably will be with them for a while. Girls. Whatever. Write me soon, mate.

Ron

Harry guessed he would have to write a letter back. He thought it was fine that Ginny had finally gotten over him, and that Hermione was spending time with her parents. He did feel a bit guilty for not writing Ron, but at the same time, he remembered what Neville had written about Ron in his journal. Well, there were two sides to every story.

Ron,

I'm glad you're better. I have been busy, actually. I thought it might be a good idea to read over my Defense books. You know, just in case we have a crappy Defense professor again. At risk of sounding like Hermione, maybe you should too. We don't have any homework this summer, so I'm taking the chance.

Don't have much else to do anyways, since I'm locked up here. Sucks about not being able to visit until after my birthday, but I'm sure Dumbledore has his reasons. Seems like Ginny and Dean like each other a lot. Just don't give Dean the third degree when he comes over, we do have to share a dorm with him next year.

Harry

Harry sighed, sending the letter off with Hedwig. He opened another book. Too many rules for his taste. He could see why Sirius had run off from it. If his Dad had been alive, he would have learnt this stuff when he was a kid, and not trying to cram it into his head all at once.

His next visit to Longbottom manor was that Monday, thankfully, so he didn't have to wait too long. Remus visited him on Sunday afternoon, quizzing him on what he knew.

After they finished, Remus dropped the book on the desk. "Well, it's alright. Could be better, but it could have been worse. Not like you're going to be at a society party anytime soon." He grinned at Harry.

Harry made a face at him.

Remus leant in his chair. "So, as you know from your books, presentation is important." He studied Harry's posture. Harry was slouching, legs apart. At Remus' pointed look, Harry straightened up, closing his legs.

"Better."

Remus dug out a couple things from his pockets. "I went to Diagon to get you a couple of things. Not many people wear glasses nowadays, and they're a hindrance to dueling." He handed Harry a tiny vial of crystal blue liquid. "Put a drop of each onto your eyes. It will last a year." Harry did so, blinking back tears, gasping as his head and eyes throbbed momentarily.

He took off his glasses, blinking around the room. "Woah."

Remus smiled. "Nice, hmm?"

He held up the other vial. "This is a hair potion."

Harry made a face at it. "It's pink."

Remus laughed. "Well, I'm sorry, but I know from James that not many potions work on that hair of yours, and this one does. Now sit over here."

Remus got up, and Harry sat in the desk chair. Remus uncapped the potion, and rubbed it into his scalp. It started to grow. Remus frowned as it grew past his shoulders, down his back.

"When was the last time you cut your hair?"

"Since primary school. Aunt Petunia was tired of cutting my hair all the time. It just never changed, so I never cut it."

Remus raised a brow as it extended to his hips. "Well, I'm afraid wizard's hair has a tendency has a mind of it's own. This potion is to help relax the hair into its natural state, and on Potter hair, it has a tendency to make it lie flat…well, I'm afraid you're stuck with this."

Harry frowned, going to the cracked mirror on the wall, gaping at his hair. It definitely laid flat, but he looked like a bloody girl!

"Dumbledore has long hair. So does Bill." Remus said helpfully.

Harry stared at his hair. "But…"

Remus chuckled. "I'll figure something out. In an hour, take a shower and rinse that off. Your hair will stay like it is, until I can find something else, okay?"

That same evening, Remus came back with the solution. Tonks was with him. She was excited, oohing and ahhing over Harry's hair. "It's so soft and fine, it's gorgeous!"

Harry scowled at her. "I need to have this fixed by tomorrow!"

Remus laughed, thinking that Harry wouldn't want Neville to see him like this. "Tonks has some scissors that might help. They're special scissors."

Tonks took out a pair of scissors from her bag. Harry looked warily at her. "Just…don't make me look silly, okay?"

Tonks pushed him into the chair, chuckling as she started to snip at his hair.

She conjured a mirror when she was done. Harry stared at his reflection. "You gave me bangs. And cut an inch off the bottom." He said flatly.

Tonks shrugged sheepishly. "Your hair is temperamental, like most wizard's hair. I couldn't do too much to it. Anyways, it looks good. If you want it out of the way when you're dueling, you could keep it in a braid and tuck it under your robes or something."

Harry then mumbled something.

"What?" Tonks asked. Remus was unsuccessfully trying to hide his grin, as he had heard what Harry had said.

"Can you teach me how to braid?"

Harry arrived bright and early with Remus and Moody the following morning, fidgeting with his bangs. Neville stumbled over himself as he saw Harry. Moody and Remus trained with Neville for an hour while Harry was interrogated/quizzed by Augusta.

He was quite out of it when he went to Neville and the others. Neville was taking a break, already exhausted. Remus drew his wand out.

"Ready?"

Harry laughed, wand already in hand. "Ready!"

For twenty minutes straight, the two of them dueled. Moody and Neville watched from the sidelines, murmuring about tactical defenses, and speculating about where the duelists were going to go next.

Harry finally fell to Remus' petrificus totalis. Neville then switched off, dueling with Moody. After Neville fell, everyone took break.

Neville took Harry by the hand, leading him the greenhouses. "I wanted to show you something! I got a new plant in yesterday!" Harry smiled, allowing the other boy to lead him. He didn't pay much attention to the plant itself as Neville waxed and waned over it, but more to Neville.

Harry quieted him with a touch on his arm. "Care to try again?" He asked quietly, eyes bright.

Neville swallowed. "You changed your hair."

Harry colored. "Yeah. Remus' idea. Thought it would look more proper." He rolled his eyes, good mood lost. Neville seemed to sense it, and reached for Harry's hair.

"How long is it?"

Harry smiled, taking the braid out of his robes. Neville's eyes widened. "This is how long it's supposed to be. Dunno how that works out, but…"

Neville gingerly touched the braid. "It's even longer when it's unbraided." He said, hushed.

Harry nodded.

Neville's eyes met Harry's. "Harry…I've thought about what…almost happened last week. A lot."

"Me too." Harry murmured.

"Um…so…"

Harry moved slightly closer. "I really don't mind Neville…actually, I want you to."

"You want me to…" Neville trailed off, eyes wide. He licked his lips, eyes darting towards Harry's mouth.

"Please?" Harry whispered.

Neville swallowed, and with trembling hands, he put one Harry's cheek, the other on his shoulder. Both boys leant forward. Harry tilted his head up, closing his eyes as lips pressed against his. They were soft. Gentle. Definitely better than Cho. He tilted his head, trying to get a better angle. Neville was taller than him, it was a bit hard.

The hand on his shoulder slid down his arm, and the arm wrapped around his waist. The hand on his cheek slid over his ear and onto his hair, pushing on the back of his head. Harry went up on the balls of his feet, wrapping his arms around Neville's neck with a groan.

Merlin, this felt good. This felt right. He felt…dizzy. He pulled away, breathing heavy, resting his forehead on Neville's shoulder, lowering himself. He slid his hand down Neville's arms slowly, trying to recollect himself.

The arm around his waist held him tight, and the one on the back of his head had slid to the back of his neck. Harry sighed. He looked up at Neville. Neville smiled down at him, eyes bright.

Harry couldn't help it. He kissed him again.

As he pulled away from the second kiss that had sent him spiraling just like the first one, he knew it wasn't a fluke. "Wow."

Neville chuckled. "Wow is right."

Harry sighed, finally pulling away. "We should get going."

Neville caught his hand as he turned to go away.

"One more?"

Harry grinned. "One more."

They met together this time, a small chaste kiss, full of longing and hope.

"Where do you want this to go?" Harry breathed, pulling away.

"Wherever you want it to." Neville murmured, pressing a kiss to Harry's brow. He tilted Harry's face up for another kiss. "Merlin, you're beautiful." Neville whispered reverently. He kissed Harry's lips, running thumbs over cheekbones, fingers over a soft jaw.

Harry's breathing hitched. "Nev…Merlin, we're….never going to get out of here…we should go before someone comes looking for us." He groaned softly as another kiss pressed against his lips, a fire coursing through him. He opened his lips slightly, pulling Neville down by the front of his robes as a tongue slipped through his lips.

The arm around his waist pulled him closer. He arched into the warm body against him, his own hands winding through Neville's hair as their tongues slid against each other.

"Ahem."

Both boys sprang apart, all ruffled looking, to see Augusta, Moody, and Remus staring at them. Augusta and Remus were looking distinctly amused, while Moody looked irritated. Harry wiped his mouth while Neville attempted to flatten his hair.

"Um…" Harry started.

Augusta spoke first. "Neville, I think we should have a talk."

Neville fidgeted slightly, glancing to Harry. "Yes Gran." Neville glanced over his shoulder at Harry, following his Grandmother. Harry looked at Remus and Moody when they left.

"If we had been deatheaters, you two would have been dead." Moody finally said. "Even if you're shagging, you should always have your wands handy."

Harry colored.

Remus chuckled, hiding a grin. "I don't think they're at that point, Mad Eye." He looked at Harry, shaking his head. "Come on, loverboy."

Neville was quite nervous as he watched his Gran pace in the study. "I don't know what to think, Neville. How long has this been going on?"

"Not long at all…the first time we kissed was just…"

Gran waved it off. "Fine. But I do not want it going any further until you are clear on his intentions." She narrowed his eyes at Neville. "What are your intentions?"

Neville swallowed. "I think I'm in love with him." Gran's eyebrows raised.

"You're sixteen. Much too young to be thinking like that."

Neville stood from his chair. "Mum and Dad married when they were barely out of Hogwarts. I've felt like this about Harry for a while now."

Gran shook her head. "You're too young-"

Neville shook his head. "No, I'm not." He set his jaw. "Last year, I went to the Ministry to help him, and if he ever needs my help again, I will do it." He said seriously. "I faced off deatheaters for him, Gran. I'll face off Voldemort himself if I have to."

Augusta stared at her Grandson for the longest time. She was startled at this statement, but not terribly surprised. After all, she'd been hearing about this Potter boy for years from Neville's letters. There was a look she recognized in his eyes. He had finally grown up. Well, his mind was clearly made up.

"Then all I can do is support you, in whatever decision you make." She sighed. "How does he feel about children?"

Neville colored. "I don't know!"

Harry stared up at the ceiling, goofy grin on his face. He kissed Neville. Neville kissed him. Not only kissed him, but a full blown snog! He turned over in his bed, stifling his exuberant laughter into the pillow.

As his laughter faded, he remembered Ron and the other guys teasing Neville's shyness around girls, saying he probably didn't know how to kiss if his life depended on it. Well, he certainly knew how to kiss! Not that he had many to compare to, but Merlin, it felt good.

He turned back over with smile, heated.

Merlin, what would he give for another kiss right now.

Meanwhile, in a hidden location, Voldemort was rather disturbed. He had been feeling rather strange all day today. He'd had a headache this afternoon, and it still hadn't gone away. Now he was feeling terribly horny, for apparently no reason, and the only one who was in his quarters was Pettigrew. Well…when one was his age, and in the shape he was…well, there wasn't a lot to choose from.

"Pettigrew!"

Harry was reading the Daily Prophet when his Aunt Petunia slid the cat flap door open, dumping a can of cold soup in there. He made a face, disgusted. Luckily, Remus had given him a care package, a 'la Mrs. Weasley. He set his newspaper aside, and went under the floorboards grabbing a muffin.

It was chocolatey goodness, and he ate it right up. He picked up the can of cold soup, and sighed. He could save it for later. Who knew when she'd drop food off again.

He went back to his paper, reading about the elections.

Harry dodged the spell from Moody, only to duck as Remus' spell passed right over his head. He heard Neville behind him, trying his best to cover Harry's back. Their second afternoon of training had gone a bit better than their first. Both boys had studied their books during the week, and compared each other's spell repertoire after they were finished dueling. Sometimes they ended up trading books.

Remus and Moody also added to the spell repertoire, showing them unique spells they'd picked up over the years. Augusta was careful to not leave the boys alone, and watched over them like a hawk when they weren't training with Remus and Moody.

The two boys were in the library, looking over defense books one such afternoon.

Neville slid his hand over to Harry's casually. Harry glanced at him with a smile. Neville met his eyes bravely. Augusta casually strolled into the library, grabbing a book from a shelf, but not before glancing their way. Neville held fast though, no matter how much Harry fidgeted.

Harry leant over after she was gone from their sight. "What was that about?"

Neville colored. "She…doesn't want us going any further than kissing until I know your intentions."

Harry blushed. "Intentions?"

Neville looked at his book, pulling his hand away, pretending to read as he answered Harry softly. "She wants to make sure this isn't a fling or something. We're both from important families, Harry. It's a big deal if we get together."

Harry went over the words in his head. If they got together. "Neville…are we boyfriends?" He asked a strange look on his face.

"If you want to be." Neville said, glancing his way.

Harry fidgeted. "Well…I do…but the term sounds odd."

Neville cleared his throat. "Well…if a male couple is married, they're usually called partners. If unmarried…lovers." He whispered the last. "I read about it in a book. You don't hear about it much."

"What book? I want to read it."

Neville shook his head, his blush renewed. "No…I…"

Harry nudged him with a smile. "Oh come on, please? Is it a dirty book?"

Neville glanced around. "Gran doesn't know I have it. It's not exactly…proper to have it."

Harry grinned. "Come on, let's get it! Can I borrow it, please?"

Neville fidgeted. "Okay, but you have to move quickly." He took a deep breath, eyes trained on the page before him. "It's on the back wall, bottom shelf, in the far left corner, in the fiction section, hiding between Hinkypunk Graveyard and Ghoul from Halliwell Road. Hurry, before she comes back. Slip it under your cloak."

Harry slipped out of his chair, casually, and went to the back of the room. He came back a few minutes later from the other direction, a defense book in hand. He sat down, and whispered. "I got it. I stopped by the defense section in case she was watching. She might think it odd I get up to get a book but come back empty handed." He whispered.

Neville grinned. "You're good at sneaking."

Harry smirked back. "Of course I am."

That night, Harry took the book out, after he'd read a bit from his defense book. He got into bed, under the covers. He started to read. The story was about a wizard from an affluent family that fell in love with a muggleborn shopkeeper. It was clearly an older book, the publishing date read 1879, and written by anonymous. He quickly got caught up in the story. He glanced at the clock at a stopping point. Well after midnight, but he had to keep reading.

He bit his lip, and set the book down, and undressed. He slid back into bed, naked, rereading the latest passage.

Jonathan couldn't help but admire Frederick's hands as they cast fluidly over the woodworking, taking shape of an oak bed with white pillows and down mattress. Frederick set his wand aside, and took Jonathan by the hand.

"Please be my lover, Jonathan, I wish to be yours." Frederick kissed him softly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt-

Harry turned the page, eyes widening. There was a picture here. And it was moving. His face heated. He glanced at his bedroom door. He knew everyone else was asleep, he could tell by the snores. He looked back at the picture. Jonathan, dark haired pureblood, fair skinned and deep eyes, was giving into Frederick, the fair haired muggleborn. They kissed each other deeply, undressing each other. Harry's eyes widened as the drawings fell into the bed.

They kissed lazily on the bed, slowly moving against each other. Harry felt himself harden, he slid a hand down to his cock. He bit his lip to keep himself from groaning. He watched as Jonathan got on top of Frederick, preparing him slowly.

Harry watched the hand closely, wondering why they would do that…but it looked like that Frederick fellow was enjoying himself, with the way he was carrying on. He groaned as Jonathan lubed himself up with oil, and penetrated Frederick.

He gasped.

He rubbed his cock, leaning back on his pillow, holding up the book with one hand, the other on his cock. He watched Frederick legs go up and around Jonathan's waist, Jonathan kissing Frederick's neck, wrapping his hand around Frederick's cock, going up and down like Harry was doing to his own.

Harry set the book on the bed, spreading his legs, using both hands to masturbate, eyes never leaving the page. Merlin, that felt good. One hand slid down to fondle his balls. He sighed, toes curling as he daringly slid a finger further down.

Could he do it?

He looked at the page again, as he had closed his eyes. They had finished, and were resting. He closed the book, turning out the light, but not tired at all. He laid back on the pillows, inclining his legs. He didn't have any lotion or anything, so he used what he usually used. He licked his palm with practiced ease, then slid his hand over his cock. He sighed, spreading his legs. He licked his fingers a bit, making sure they got nice and wet. He didn't want to hurt himself.

He slid his hand down, the other still playing with himself. He slowly explored his crevice, searching for…he trembled as he found his entrance. He slowly worked a finger in. Odd. He stopped the hand on his cock, wanting to concentrate on this slow burn as he slid his finger into himself.

He felt oddly full, a little strange. He slid more of the finger in. He shifted his hips, hissing as he went in a bit too far too quickly. He exhaled shakily, and went back in. He palmed his erection with a sigh, and started to move his finger slowly. He shifted his hips again, getting used to the fullness.

Something suddenly threw sparks inside him, sending tingles all the way down to his toes. He gasped, arching up. "Fuck, what was that?" He panted. Whatever it was, he wanted it again.

He tried it again, groping himself. He keened in the back of his throat as he felt it again. He turned over on his stomach, muffling himself with the pillow, moving so that his arm was behind him. His hips snapped up, and he arched his back, groaning into the pillow. Fuck, this was better than he'd ever felt wanking before!

He slowly added another finger, closing his eyes, imagining it was a cock instead. "Please…" He panted, begging to his invisible lover. "Please fuck me…" He whispered, imagining a man sliding into him. He trembled, his other hand almost a blur as he played with himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…" He chanted, bouncing on his fingers. The word was deliriously dirty, and used sparingly, only for occasions such as this. It was special.

He started to imagine a body to go with that cock, a face. Tanned, large hands, a warm smile, and bright eyes. "Please make me yours." He whispered into to the pillow, imagining those electrifying kisses on his skin, not just on his lips.

With one last spark, he came, and fell apart, limp and limbs akimbo. He smiled, turning his head, panting into the warm air. He could only imagine what it would be like for real. He sighed happily.

Harry handed over the book when they saw each other next. Neville saw the look in Harry's eyes as they glanced at him. Something was different. Something had changed. An innocent curiosity had transformed into something that…excited him.

"You like the book?" He whispered.

Harry smirked. "Hell yes." He glanced at the drawing room door. "On the last page, I left you a note. Read it tonight." He shut up as Augusta led the boys outside to deal with Moody and Remus.

Neville hid the book in his robes pocket. He shed his outer robes, as did Harry. Remus had as well, but Moody was stubbornly dressed properly in the sweltering weather. The boys drew their wands. Harry lost almost immediately, and without Harry to back him up, Neville lost not too much longer after that.

That night, Neville was lying in bed, and opened the book. He flipped to the last page, and took out the note. He started to read, face heating up.

Thank you for lending me this book. It was…a learning experience. Which position do you prefer? I don't want to be too forward, but I had never read a book like that before. I would really like to know.

Yours,

Harry

Neville stared at the note. Forward? Certainly putting it mildly. He had expected Harry to avoid conversation about the book like the plague, maybe be embarrassed, or…but to ask what…position Neville liked?

Neville stared at the note, finger running over Harry's name. Yours, it said. Was Harry his? It sounded so possessive. He swallowed. Perhaps he was. Just a bit. Not that he'd ever tell anyone. He stared at the word again. Harry had written it for a reason. He could have just written his name, or your friend, like he had done before…but they weren't just friends anymore.

Yours. He shivered. He tried to picture Harry taking him. Although a salivating sight, he couldn't quite picture it. He tried it the other way, imagining himself taking Harry. Merlin, that was appetizing. Who knew if they'd ever reach that point, but he wouldn't mind daydreaming about it.

Harry was tired of the cleaning charms Remus had to use when he came over. Harry felt disgusting, and so did his room. His room smelt like old book leather, sweat, and sex. He opened his window, wanting to let the room air out. He knew the Dursleys would be gone all day today, so he could test out something new he'd learned. He knelt by the door, looking at all the locks. He hovered his hand over one of them.

"Alohomora" He whispered, brow furrowed in concentration. With a slow click, the lock turned outside. He beamed. One down, seven to go. By the time he'd gotten them all, twenty minutes had passed, and he felt quite winded. He opened the door slowly, not believing his luck. He grabbed his sheets from the bed and dumped them in the washer, along with as much clothes as he could fit.

He took a shower, a nice long shower. It felt good to be under water again. While the clothes and sheets were going in the washer, he cleaned out his room. This place was a mess. After making himself lunch, which he gleefully thought would be blamed on Dudley, he put his things in the dryer, and went to his room.

According to Remus, Dumbledore himself would be picking him up the night of his birthday. Augusta was arranging a birthday party for Neville, and Harry had been invited. He had five days to get ready. Harry had Remus get a present for Neville, a book, from him, but Harry was also making something.

The clothes finished while Harry was rearranging his books in his trunk. He brought them up to his room. He had just dumped all of it on his bed when he heard the car pull into the driveway. Shit! He went to the door, locked all the locks from the outside, and shut it.

He sat on his desk chair, hearing his Aunt walk down the hallway. She paused by his door, but then continued to walk. He breathed out in relief. He started to fold his clothes, and put the clean sheets on his bed. And he finally felt blissfully clean.

He took the lock of his hair, braiding a tiny braid into it as he checked his work in his cracked mirror. He cocked his head, letting it go. He added a few more, partially hidden by his long hair. He went to the pile of junk he'd collected from Dudley's broken toys and things, and selected a tiny golden bell that had been part of Dudley's fire truck, the one he'd always wanted to play with when he was a kid. He braided it into his hair, enjoying the tiny tinkling sound it made.

He was completely bored. Obviously. It was the day before Neville's birthday. He had nothing better to do than play with his hair. He had finished his reading, finished Neville's present, written his friends, and his things were packed.

He admired the bell for a moment, adding a few more baubles, hidden here and there into his hair. Hedwig hooted dolefully, as if to say she thought her Master was being silly.

"I'm not silly, I'm bored." Harry said.

Hedwig preened her feathers, and shed a tiny white tail feather. She held it in her beak, looking at Harry expectantly. Harry laughed. "Oh, you want me to carry your feather?"

She hooted, most likely saying 'of course, you silly human.'

Harry had a bit of a time with the feather, but managed to fit it in there. If he had beads or something, it could make it a bit more colorful…he went through his trunk, holding up one of his Quidditch ribbons, from his third year.

"Sorry." He said with a smile, and took his potions knife to it, making incisions. He ripped it into several thin tinier ribbons, the gold lettering on it obscured by size. He added a few more braids, winding the ribbons in. He admired himself in the mirror.

It actually looked kind of interesting. Something like Luna would wear. She was a bit batty, but she definitely had some unique style. He played with his bangs a bit, blowing them out with a huff. Not much to do with that. He flicked his hair over his shoulder, staring at himself. Maybe he could leave his hair down for the party tomorrow. That would be kind of fun.

He sighed, still bored, looking around the room. Several sets of robes were out, and he still hadn't decided on what to wear. Green? Blue? Maybe that dark red no one had seen him in yet. He shook his head. No…the green. Neville liked the green on him, he could tell. He sighed, sitting on his bed, and started to undo the braid with Hedwig's feather in it. He frowned. It wouldn't come out.

"Hedwig, your feather is being stubborn!"

Hedwig twittered, hiding behind her wing. Harry glared at her.

"Why won't it come out?"

Her amber eyes peeked over her wing.

Harry's brow furrowed. "What do you mean it's a part of me now?"

He paused for a moment. "That's silly." He went to undo another braid, the one with the bell on it. He yanked and pulled, but it wouldn't come out. "What the hell!" Hedwig twittered again.

He glared at her. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Hedwig hooted, and flew to his shoulder, and picked at the feather in his hair.

Harry frowned slightly. "What are you talking about…" He blinked, trailing of as he realized something.

"I can understand you."

The owl nodded, hooting happily.

Harry gaped at his owl. "How?"

She picked at the feather in his hair.

Harry blinked at her. "So…if I put another owl's feather in my hair, I'd understand them too?"

Hedwig looked very offended at that.

"Sorry!" Harry apologized. "Not that I would. But…what if I had a…unicorn hair woven in, do you think I would be able to understand them?"

Hedwig gave to an Owl equivalent to a shrug.

Harry looked thoughtful. "Well, I've certainly never heard about something like this before."

Hedwig twittered again, flying back to her windowsill.

Harry made a face at her. "Don't make fun of me."

His hands went to his hair, to one of the braids that were plain. He started to undo it. And it came undone. Harry bit his lip, looking thoughtful. "So…it's not all of the braids, just the ones with things on them. Hmm." He went back to the mirror, looking at his reflection. "I hope I don't look silly."

The following morning, Moody came to pick him up. Remus would be joining them later that afternoon. Moody glanced at Harry's hair, mumbled something about teenagers and fads, and moved on. "Ready to go, Potter?"

"Yes Sir."

Moody eyed Harry, looking approving at the wand poking out from his sleeve, barely noticeable. "See you're using the wand holster. Good."

They side apparated to Longbottom Manor. Harry greeted Augusta cheerfully, and she did a double take at his hair. "What did you do to your hair, child?"

Harry grinned. "I was bored yesterday. Like it?"

Neville spoke up from the doorway. "I like it. Is that one of Hedwig's feathers?"

"Hi Neville." Harry wound his arm into Neville's. "Yes, it is, actually. I have a rather funny story about all this."

Augusta spoke up. "All the other guests are in the parlor. Why don't you boys go on, Alastor and I have some things to talk about."

Harry squeezed Neville's arm as they went down the hallway. "How are you?"

Neville rested his hand on top of Harry's. "Great, now that you're here." He slowed to a stop. "I really do like your hair. It suits you."

Harry colored. "Thanks." He dropped his eyes. "It's kind of funny, actually…none of the braids can come out. Hedwig told me that now that her feather and these other things are in my hair, they're part of me. I still don't get it…" He shrugged.

Neville looked thoughtful. "Don't know. I'll look into it."

Neville kissed Harry's cheek. "The Weasleys are here. So are Luna, Susan, and Hannah. Susan's Auntie, Madam Bones is here, along with Hannah's parents. Mrs. Weasley is here too."

Harry groaned. "Are you serious?" He sighed, looking at their joined arms. "Do you want all of them to know…about us?"

Neville sighed. "I don't think so. Not yet."

Harry leant forward. "Then you better give me my kisses now."

Neville chuckled, glancing around the hall. "Coast is clear." He whispered playfully.

They both leant in, but pulled away instantly as Augusta and Moody came into the hallway. Augusta gave them a Look, while Moody was chuckling. "Into the parlor, boys."

They went into the parlor. Everyone greeted Neville. A few people looked confused at who Harry might be, until they heard Mrs. Weasley's screech.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR!"

Harry backed up slightly, hiding behind Neville. "Hi Mrs. Weasley."

She instantly was upon him, trying to fix his hair, but nothing would fix it.

Ron was watching him. "You do look rather silly, mate."

Luna spoke up. "I think he looks nice!"

"Thank you Luna." Harry said with a smile. He pulled away from Mrs. Weasley and her wand. "So, how has your summer been so far?"

Ron spoke up. "Pretty boring, so far, at the Burrow, you know. Dumbledore said you would be coming tomorrow, but he said nothing about you being here today, mate."

"That's because Dumbledore doesn't know I'm here." Harry said with a wink. Ginny gasped in surprise, and the twins high fived each other.

"Harry! You know he's only trying to keep you safe!" Mrs. Weasley admonished.

Madam Bones cut in, joining the conversation. "I don't see how the Headmaster has any say over the boy's social calendar, Mrs. Weasley." She said coolly. She turned to Harry. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Potter."

Harry shook her hand. "Nice to meet you as well, under better circumstances, this time."

Madam Bones' grey eyes twinkled as she called over her niece. "You know Susan, of course. All she's talked about this summer was how much she learned with the DA."

Susan blushed. "Auntie!"

Mrs. Weasley cut in. "I still don't think it was a good idea for the children to be involved, they're much too young to be fighting-"

Harry frowned. "It's not like I go looking for a fight! Voldemort's going to come after me no matter what I do."

Things went quiet for a moment after that. Finally, someone coughed, bringing everyone out of their awkwardness. Hannah's mother handed Neville a package. "Happy birthday Neville."

Neville grinned. "Thank you Mrs. Abbot." He put the package on the table, with the others.

Remus came in, and another round of introductions went about. Augusta spoke up. "Now that everyone is here, we can go to lunch. Follow me."

After lunch, the presents were opened. Harry sat next to Neville, with Augusta on his other side. Neville received a whole bunch of herbology books (it seemed like that was all everyone could think of to get him), with the exception of the cookies Ginny had made him and the chocolate frogs that Ron had gotten him.

Harry had two gifts for Neville, although the birthday boy didn't know it. He gave Neville the book Remus had helped him get, and he would give the other present later when they were alone. The adults went into the parlor for tea, and the teens went outside.

Neville was talking to Luna far up ahead, with Susan and Hannah tagging along, while Harry was cornered by his friends. "Harry, can you believe this guy's place?" Ron said, motioning to the manor and the grounds.

"I think it's nice." Ginny said with a smile.

Harry nodded in agreement.

Ron made a face. "Bit too stuffy for me." He looked up ahead at Neville surrounded by the girls. "Seems like the girls are fawning all over him as soon as they found out he's loaded."

Harry frowned at Ron. "Neville's known Hannah and Susan since they were little. And Luna isn't interested in him like that." He rolled his eyes.

"And those house elves! Imagine what Hermione would say about that!" Ron said with a grin.

Harry sighed, watching Ron run up ahead, and saying something to Neville. Ginny took him by the arm. "Ron is a prat sometimes." She looked at Harry. "It seems like you've been having a good summer."

"Better than usual."

She glanced at his hair. "How did you do your hair?"

Harry shrugged. "Just bored, I guess. It's sort of stuck like this, actually." Ginny giggled at this.

He looked up ahead to see Neville scowling at Ron, and giving him a good talking to. All the girls were blushing, except for Luna, who looked unperturbed as usual.

Harry pulled away from Ginny, and strode forward, catching the end of Neville's comment.

"Please don't say those things Ron, that's not very nice. These girls are my friends."

Ron laughed. "They just want your money! You never go out with girls during the school year, and suddenly you're surrounded!"

Harry scowled, grabbing Ron's arm in warning. "Ron! That was uncalled for!"

He looked at Neville, who looked quite upset. He set his jaw, frowning, and stood a bit straighter. "I will not stand to be insulted in my own home. If you make a comment like that again, I will ask you to leave, Ron."

Ron gaped at the normally shy boy. Luna took Neville by the arm. "Show us the greenhouses, Neville."

The group of teens followed them down to the greenhouses. As they wandered about, Harry managed to catch Neville. "Hey…I'm sorry about Ron."

Neville ran a hand through his hair, clearly still upset. "Don't…don't apologize for him. Okay? You did nothing wrong." He added softly. Their eyes met.

Harry moved a bit closer. "I know Ron's a bit of a prat sometimes." He sighed. "We're just…growing up a bit faster, you know?"

Neville dropped his eyes to his feet. "It still wasn't right for him to say such things. He should be apologizing to those girls. If their parents, or his Mother knew what he'd said, there would be Problems."

Harry reached for Neville's arm gently. Their eyes met. "Hey…let it go, hmm?"

Neville nodded slightly.

Harry smiled. "I have another present for you. I'll give it to you later, after the others have gone."

Neville's eyes brightened. "What is it?"

Harry laughed. "I can't tell you! It's supposed to be a surprise."

Luna came around the corner, holding a butterfly in her palm. "The others want to play a game until the grown ups are finished chatting."

Harry pulled away from Neville. Luna blinked at them.

Neville cleared his throat. "Um…what game do they want to play?"

She shrugged. "Don't know." She stared at them some more.

Harry colored, dropping his eyes, and both boys passed her, in search of the rest of the guests.

They settled in the game room. "We've got gobstones, chess, checkers, cards…"

Susan spoke up. "I say we play truth or dare."

Hannah giggled. "Second!"

Ginny grinned. "Third." She smirked at the boys "Unless you want to play Seven minutes in the Broom Closet."

Ron shook his head, while Neville and Harry paled. The girls giggled.

Thought not." Ginny said with a laugh. She looked speculatively at everyone. "Luna."

The blonde girl looked at her dreamily. "Truth or Dare?"

Luna looked thoughtful for a moment. "Truth."

"Do you really believe in Crumple Horned Snorcacks?"

Luna nodded. "Of course." She said, with conviction. She looked at Neville, but then shook her head. "Ronald. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth." Ron was slowly going red.

Luna cocked her head. "Do you like Hermione Granger?"

Ron gaped while the rest of them giggled like mad. Harry was hiding his grin behind his hand.

Ron shook his head slowly. "No, of course not!"

"Liar." Ginny grumbled good naturedly.

Ron coughed, and turned to Harry. "Harry, Truth or Dare?"

Harry fidgeted. "Um…truth."

Ron grinned. "How far did you get with Cho Chang?"

All the girls gasped, leaning forward. Neville tried his best to not look interested.

Harry colored. "We just kissed. Twice. It was rather awful."

All the girls giggled, while Ron rolled his eyes.

Harry turned to Neville. "Neville, Truth or Dare?"

Neville and Harry seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes for a moment.

"Dare."

Harry grinned, while the rest of them cheered Neville on. Ron was throwing ideas forward. Harry held his hand up for quiet.

"Neville, I dare you to…on the first night of term, streak around the common room in just the Gryffindor flag. At the welcome back party."

Ron laughed, falling over, while the rest of the girls laughed and whispered. Neville shook his head, going red. "Traitor. But I'll do it." He gave a commiserating sigh.

Harry grinned. Neville spoke up. "Harry, truth or dare?"

Harry gaped. "Cheater, the others haven't their turn yet-"

Susan shook her head. "He gets to choose whoever he wants! Truth or dare, Harry?"

Harry sighed, shaking his head. Now he knew he'd have to take a dare, or he'd get teased about taking the safe route. If he took truth, he knew Neville would ask something really embarrassing.

"Fine. Dare." He crossed his arms across his chest.

Neville grinned at him, eyes glinting. "I dare you to join me in this…streaking business the night we go back to term. If you don't do it, I won't do it."

Harry gaped, while the rest of them laughed even harder. "NO fair!"

Augusta opened the door to the game room, looking at the laughing teens. "Children, it's time to go home." They all sat up from their places on the floor, and followed her back into the sitting room.

The Weasleys went first, and Harry knew he'd be getting a talking to the following day. Susan and her Aunt went through, for Susan to only be thrown back out into the fireplace.

She landed on the carpet, and they all gaped at the fireplace. The flames went out immediately. "What happened?" Augusta asked, helping the girl up.

Susan was pale, her eyes wide. "Someone was there! Waiting for us in the sitting room!"

She shook. "I didn't get a clear look at him, but Auntie pushed me right back into the fireplace before the connection was lost!"

Moody was already checking the fireplace at this point. He lit it, and called the Bones' London flat. "Seems like they've got anti-floo wards up." He straightened, a look of concentration on his face. "And Anti-apparition. Remus, come with me."

Mr. Abbot spoke up. "I'll come as well."

Hannah's mother settled Susan on the couch. "I'm sure she's okay, sweetie." The men apparated out.

Harry and Neville exchanged a look. Hannah sat next to her friend on the couch, trying to console her. Augusta gave Susan a calming potion. They waited for what seemed hours, but it was really only twenty minutes when the men came back, with an unconscious Madam Bones.

The women gathered around her instantly, trying to patch her up. Moody took the boys aside. "I've got to go to the Ministry, and talk to some people."

Remus spoke up. "And I've got to alert the Order, to make sure there aren't any other attacks."

Moody put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're going to have to stay here tonight, you can't be traveling right now. We'll let Albus know you're here. I'm going to talk to Augusta."

Moody went to her, and took her aside. Mr. Abbot was healing Madam Bones with a few potions now.

Remus sighed. "I'll see you tomorrow Harry. It…it was Voldemort." He looked pretty grim. "And Pettigrew was with him." He growled.

Harry gasped. "Why would they go after her?"

Neville spoke up. "She's one of the people running for Minister. She's always been known to be fair, and rather light sided. She wouldn't be bought like Fudge. If she was out of the way, one of the other candidates might have won."

Harry shook his head. "Is there anything I can do?"

Remus shook his head. "Just sit tight, kiddo. I'll see you in the morning." And with that, he apparated.

The Abbots stayed the night, and along with Augusta, they took turns looking over Madam Bones. Susan was put to bed rather early, and Hannah stayed with her.

Harry was put up in another guest room, down the hall from Neville. Augusta, however, had put up charms on their doors to keep them from 'visiting.' So they met up in the study that night, unable to sleep.

They sat next to each other on the couch, in front of the fire. "It seems like nothing good ever happens around my birthday." Harry sighed.

Neville frowned, putting his arm around Harry's shoulders casually. Harry glanced at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Okay…maybe I can think of one good thing." Harry said softly, bringing his legs up, curling them underneath him.

Neville's frown turned into a smile. "So…what's this present you got me?"

Harry took the small package out of his robes pocket. "Don't make fun of it. I made it."

Neville unwrapped it with a smile. It was a small drawn picture of themselves, with smiles on their faces.

"It's nice. Thank you. I didn't know you drew, Harry."

Harry smiled. "There's a lot you don't know about me." He looked thoughtful. "I have other journals, you know. I…maybe I can show them to you."

Neville hugged Harry tightly. "Thank you Harry." He put the picture in his pocket.

The Grandfather clock slowly chimed midnight.

Neville grinned. "Happy birthday."

Harry leant forward. "Thanks…you know…I usually stay up until midnight on my birthdays to wish myself a happy birthday…I'm glad you're here with me."

Neville kissed Harry softly. "Me too." He whispered, pulling away.

Harry sighed, winding an arm around Neville's waist, resting his head on the boy's shoulder. They were quiet for a few moments. Neville's hand went up and down Harry's arm lazily.

"We won't get to have our lessons. Because I'm going to be at the Burrow."

Neville sighed. "I know."

Harry squeezed. "I'll write."

"You better." Neville murmured, kissing the top of his head.

Harry smiled, tilting his face up. "Kiss me again?"

Neville leant forward, kissing him again. Harry sighed into the kiss, winding his free arm around Neville's neck. He tilted his head slightly, groaning as he felt the lips move against his own.

Neville's hand was on his cheek, and sliding down his neck, and to the back of it, pulling Harry forward. Harry gasped, and he felt a tongue dart in between his lips. Harry's hand slid from Neville's waist up to his chest, fisting the front of the other boy's dressing robe.

Neville pulled away, breathing heavily, planting soft kisses on his cheek and over his jaw. Harry leant back into the cushions, tilting his neck back, weaving his hand into Neville's hair, feeling the lips go down his neck.

Arms wrapped around his waist, holding him tight. Harry gasped, feeling so warm. Merlin, he wanted to…he pulled up Neville so their mouths would latch onto each other's. Harry groaned again, leaning forward.

He felt like he was on fire, all the way down to his toes, and all just from kissing, and by Merlin, he never wanted to stop!

Neville finally pulled away, eyes glazed over. "Harry…" He panted. "I…" Harry darted forward, kissing him again. Neville let out a soft sound of surprise, and a hand slid into Harry's hair. Harry groaned, lips sliding from Neville's, onto a stubbled rough cheek, and onto a neck.

He felt the arms around him tighten, hands sliding up and down his sides. Harry arched into the touch, sliding his hands up and down Neville's arms and chest. He pulled away, their eyes meeting as they caught their breath.

"We have to stop." Neville finally said, looking as though he didn't want to stop.

"I…I know." Harry whispered.

Neville stood slowly. Harry sighed, and stood as well. "I…" He went forward, hugging Neville around the waist, putting his head on the taller boy's shoulder.

"I just wanted to tell you this is the best summer I've ever had."

Neville wrapped his arms around Harry slowly. "Me too. Come on, I'll walk you to your room."

The next morning, Harry learned that Madam Bones was awake, but wasn't quite healthy enough to come down for breakfast. The Abbots were a bit tired from staying up half the night, and the girls seemed a bit tired as well. Only Augusta seemed unaffected.

Harry poked at his breakfast, not really wanting to leave. Remus arrived, looking tired himself. "I have to take you to the Weasleys. Dumbledore's there, waiting for you." Harry grimaced, taking another bite of his food.

"Do I have to go?"

Remus ruffled Harry's bangs. "Sorry kiddo." Remus looked to Neville. "Mrs. Weasley invited you over today, they're doing something for Harry's birthday."

Neville brightened at this. He looked at his Gran. "Alright, but you'll be back at 8, at the very latest. And Mr. Lupin will have to escort you back."

Neville grinned. "Thanks Gran!" He looked at Remus. "Thanks!" He grinned at Harry. Harry smiled back. Harry looked to Remus. "Is it just the Weasleys and Neville today?"

"Miss Granger is already at the Burrow, she's been there for a couple of days now. I think Miss Lovegood has been invited as well."

Harry brightened at this. "Well…could be worse."

Harry was hugged tightly by Mrs. Weasley, even though she had just seen him the day before. Dumbledore was sitting at the kitchen table, eyes twinkling. Harry looked pointedly away, and was greeted by Hermione with a tight hug and smack to the back of his head.

"What was that for?"

Hermione crossed her arms, eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were going to Neville's yesterday?"

Neville cleared his throat. "None of us were really planning on it; it was sort of a last minute thing."

Remus spoke up. "And he was safe, Moody and I were there, along with Augusta."

"Harry, I would like to talk to you please." Dumbledore said, standing from the table. Harry swallowed nervously, and walked out to the garden with the Headmaster. He could hear the Weasleys get very quiet, probably trying to listen in.

Harry kept his eyes on his feet. "I see Remus got you some new things."

Harry nodded. "I couldn't go over to the party without something proper to wear."

Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, you were in Diagon Alley three weeks ago, but buying an entire new wardrobe. Just for the party?"

Harry sighed. He should have known that Dumbledore would have been told. Nothing was private, here in the wizarding world. "I didn't like being stuck at the Durselys all the time."

"I put you there for your safety Harry. You were lucky that there were no Deatheaters there when you were shopping. Very lucky."

Harry frowned, but said nothing. Dumbledore hadn't said anything about him being at Neville's yet. Maybe he didn't know.

Dumbledore went on. "This year, you will not be allowed to go to Hogsmeade for the very same reason."

Harry gaped at the Headmaster angrily. "What?"

Dumbledore looked sadly at him. "I'm afraid I can't allow you to go, Harry." Harry scowled at the ground. "And I will also have to confiscate your invisibility cloak."

Harry gasped, clenching his fists, doing his best not to stare the man in the eye. He really needed to learn occulemency. "You can't do that. You have no right." Harry finally grit out. "That was my Father's cloak!"

Dumbledore sighed, but his eyes were still twinkling. "Very well then." He paused for a moment. "I will not confiscate it." He smiled slightly. "I'm sure you missed your friends while you were away, why don't you go join them while I talk to Mrs. Weasley."

Harry nodded sullenly, and they went back inside. The Headmaster and Mrs. Weasley talked privately while the kids went upstairs. As they went up, they bumped into Bill and Fluer, who were looking rather ruffled. Harry grinned, noticing the signs of a good snog.

Bill grinned at everyone. "What's up guys?"

Ron clapped Harry on the back. "Harry's finally here!"

Fluer came upon him, kissing both of his cheeks. " 'arry, I am so glad to see you again!" She gushed, hugging him. Harry went pink, pulling away.

"Nice to see you too, Fluer. Heard you were working at Gringott's."

Fluer nodded, silver eyes happy. "That's right!" She glanced to Bill, taking his arm. "And Bill and I are engaged."

"Congratulations."

Bill looked at Neville. "And Whose this?"

Harry grabbed Neville by the arm, pulling him forward. "This is Neville Longbottom."

Neville held out his hand. "Nice to meet you."

Bill shook it, rolled his eyes, and then gave Neville a hug. "We hug in this house. Better get used to it."

Neville coughed, pulling away.

Harry spoke up. "So when is Luna coming over?"

Ron raised a brow. "Later this afternoon for your birthday thing…you weren't supposed to know about that."

Harry smirked. "I have my ways."

Neville rolled his eyes. The kids went further up the stairs, to Ron's room. Harry's cot was already set up. The girls sat on Harry's bed, while Harry and Neville took the floor, and Ron took his own bed.

"So, does anyone know when OWL scores are coming?" Neville finally asked.

Ron groaned, and Hermione spoke up. "Dumbledore said it would most likely be tomorrow."

Ron sighed. "Mum's going to kill me, I just know it." He groaned again.

The twins popped into the room, making everyone jump. They appeared on either side of Ron.

"Poor Ronnikins, what would you like your grave?"

"Ronnikins, may he rest in pieces?"

"Quite morbid though, I like 'Ronnikins, Weasley Quidditch King'"

"Oh no, I quite like 'Ronnikins, Mr. Scared -of – Spiders!"

Ron tackled George at this. "Shut up!"

The boys started to wrestle. The girls giggled and rolled their eyes.

Harry was trying his best to keep from laughing.

Fred turned to Harry, after leaving George to mercilessly tease their brother. "So, Harry, heard you went AWOL for a bit."

Harry shook his head. "How does everyone know that?"

Fred made a face. "Auror Guards at Diagon. About time they put them up too. But it's bad for business, and bad for people who want to sneak in when they're not supposed to be there."

Harry groaned.

"Yeah, you didn't stop by our shop! I'm hurt, Harrykins!" George pouted, swatting Ron away.

"Sorry, I just had a lot to do that day." Harry said in a small voice, holding up his hands. He did not fancy being pranked on his birthday.

"No worries, mate!" Fred said with a grin. "Just come by when you've got the chance. We have loads of new things!"

Hermione put in "And I bet they're already on Filch's list."

Fred grinned. "I hope so. That was our shopping list at Hogwarts, it was. Makes kids want to buy it more!"

The teens laughed. Bill came in, looking about suspiciously. "Mum says to come downstairs."

Harry spoke up. "Is Dumbledore gone?"

Bill looked at him a bit oddly. "Yeah…why?"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up. "I don't really fancy talking to him right now."

"What did he do?" Neville asked quietly.

The kids made their way down the stairs. "He wanted to confiscate my cloak! I can't believe him! That's my Dad's cloak, I'm not ever going to give it to him." Harry said with finality.

Hermione shook her head. "He must have had a reason for it."

Harry shook his head. "And what's more, I've been banned from going to Hogsmeade!"

All the kids stared at him, aghast. Bill frowned. "No one can do that with the exception of your guardian."

Harry scowled. "My Aunt refused to sign the form, and Sirius signed it after I found out about him." His scowl faded to a frown. "Who is my Guardian now that Sirius is gone? Is it just my Aunt now?"

Bill stared at him in surprise. "You know what…I'm not exactly sure. Usually a person in your situation has a muggle guardian and a wizarding guardian…Sirius' Will would have handled that."

Harry paled. "His Will?"

Bill nodded, looking thoughtful. "It's has to be read, but I'm not sure when it's supposed to be."

Hermione spoke up. "In the muggle world, it's usually rather soon after the Death."

Bill shook his head. "Here, there's lots of things to be done before a Will can be read, usually Audits, Liquidations…I don't know all the details since I was a cursebreaker before, and now I just help make wards around the houses here. Only the goblins are trusted with the accounts."

Everyone came into the kitchen to see Tonks there, along with Moody, and Shacklebolt. "Hiya kids!" Tonks greeted, her hair turning from a mousy brown to a sunny yellow.

She did a double take at Harry's hair. "Wicked!" She immeadiately got her hands on it, looking through the assortment of stuff that was in his hair. Harry blushed, pulling out of her reach.

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