The Boy Who Was Forgotten

By: SilverDrama

Summary: The Boy Who Was Forgotten is Harry Potter and one night, he has to encourage the Boy Who Lived, Neville, that he can win.

AN: Okay, so I watched this really cool video called What If It Had Been Neville? by EdSRocksMySocks and I couldn't get this idea out of me head. The irony of Neville being the Boy-Who-Lived and Harry thinking that Harry could've never done it himself. Quite short, but I have too much on my mind to write too much.

Neville thought he was the only person, he was, until Harry Potter came into the common room from a detention. Neville was gloomily looking at a picture of his parents and him a week before they died.

"Neville?" Harry asked. "Are you okay?"

Neville shook his head and Harry saw also somethings to do with Voldemort and a history of headlines about Voldemort and his slaughters. "This wasn't supposed to be me. I can't beat him." Neville said.

Harry looked up. "What do you mean?"

"The prophecy said that a boy born at the end of the seventh month to parents who defied Voldemort three times, and was marked by Voldemort." Neville paused. "Sometimes, I wish it had been you."

"Neville, I wasn't marked." Harry pointed out.

"But you're so much better at this than I am, sometimes I think it was meant to be you instead of me." Neville spoke, his voice low, a funeral tone, as though Neville was telling Harry that he'd been sentenced to death.

Harry glanced at the scar on Neville's forehead, it was still the same as it was one their first day at Hogwarts. Neville was still scared, as scared as he was from the first day. Scared of Malfoy, teasing, failing.

"I don't think I could've done it Neville." Harry admitted.

"But, you've," Neville started to say, but Harry cut him off.

"Neville, I couldn't do it, you've survived so many things, I don't think I could've survived, let alone, tried to survive. You survived the killing curse, and Voldemort so many more times."

"But," Neville began.

"Neville, you've given up and lost things I can't imagine living without." Harry said.

"Like what?" Neville asked.

"I can't imagine not having my parents, or a steady life, or if I were to have to break up with Ginny like you did with Lune. I wouldn't have to strength to do it, but you do. You're the Boy Who Lived." Harry said.

"But you were always the one to my job."

"The hero job?" Harry asked. "I might have saved you a lot in the past, but Neville, didn't you ever notice that in the end, you were the one to save the day? You were the one to save the stone, I only helped with the Chess and Troll. It was you who saved Ginny from death, I only got the Basilisk. It was you who saw Cedric die, it was you who started the D.A. I know that your greatest fear is me taking your hero job, but Neville I couldn't do it. And quite honestly Neville, you have to that everything you've gone through in the past has made you the perfect person," Harry paused and took in a breath, "to save us all."

"Do you really think that I can save us?" Neville asked.

"I'm sure of it Neville." Harry said.

It does not due to dwell on what is it not