Bits and Pieces of Harry Potter
Drabble a Day 8, April 2, 2012 NevilleHarry
Title: Healing
Fandom: Harry Potter
Claimed by: fidicen
Pairing: Neville/Harry
Drabble: 8
Word Count: 314
Date: April 2, 2012
AN: I am tired. Yes, I wrote this yesterday. Enjoy. Whatever. Sorry for being late with this!
Flare: I love writing these. Thank you for enjoying them and I hope you keep reviewing.
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Chuckling quietly, Neville stretched his arms upwards as Harry once more trounced Viktor Krum in a round of poker. They were finally relaxing, taking the chance to heal from the Tri-Wizard Tournament, the loss of Cedric Diggory and the return of the Dark Lord Voldemort in Russia having been invited by Krum, having gotten to know them during the time at Hogwarts.
They had run to Russia the moment they had taken cared of a few things, including getting Harry officially emancipated and free from any controlling influence.
The truth about Voldemorts return was a heavily kept secret, Harrys decision to do so, only the three of them knowing about it. His friend didn’t trust the Wizarding world with such information, didn’t trust them not to turn on him in their denial So they were waiting for the truth to come out as they stayed safe in Russia.
“You’re thinking hard,” Harry hummed as he sat next to Neville, pressing against him. Nevill hummed lowly and reached up to run his fingers through Harrys hair.
“Just thinking about Voldy-Moldie and our world,” Neville drawled, getting a chuckle. “If we could, I would say we should leave it, but knowing how it runs, everyone would come after us in the long run,” he continued.
“True, true,” Harry sighed, hugging him around his waist. “Think your grandmother would be willing to help us hide and really learn about the Wizarding world?”
“Possibly. We could floo call her, ask her to fill out the paperwork if she’s willing. But where would we stay?” Neville asked, rubbing at the back of Harrys week.
“I have a property nearby that would work. Move all of the books and important things there, open it up, get some tutors and learn,” Harry stated, getting a smile.
“I trust that it’s heavily warded,” Neville drawled.
“Of course.”
“Good. Let me call Gran.”