It'll Be O.K.

A.N) All characters belong to J.K. Rowling! I own nothing (Besides my ideas of course!)


Chapter 1:

Tick... tick... tick...
It was 3:42 in the morning, according to the watch next to his bed, but Neville couldn't sleep.
Ever since he had come home for the summer, something had been constantly nagging in the pit of his stomach. He didn't think he'd ever forget the events of the past year, how could he? Some of it was still a blur, and he had a feeling the entire ordeal would never quite sink in...
He sighed.
Cedric had been a nice boy.

Neville still remembered that time he had tripped on his way to potions and would have been late if Cedric hadn't passed by and helped him retrieve all of his books parchment and quills.
Two weeks later, Cedric was gone.
It all seemed a little too familiar to him...

FLASHBACK

"Gran!" Neville shouted, as he walked through the back door into his house. He had been out playing in the garden and was extremely dirty.
"Gran!" He shouted again.
No one answered.
"Gran?"
Neville walked into the living room being extra careful not to touch any of the spotless walls and furniture with his dirty hands.
There she was, sitting on the sofa and looking as if she had just walked through the Bloody Baron.
"Gran! What happened?" Neville asked in surprise.
His Grandmother turned to look at him with a shocked expression.
"They've found your parent's..." she said silently.
"The impact of this one sentence brought Neville to his knees. "What?" He whispered.
"Yes," continued his Grandmother in a strangled kind of way, "apparently, they're not dead..." and her voice too trailed of into a whisper.

END OF FLASHBACK

Neville looked at the clock. It now read 4:26. "Might as well get up." He sighed and slumped out of bed. Since he couldn't sleep anyway, there was no point in just lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and reminiscing.
What was done was done. Or was it?
He wasn't sure that it ever would be and he wasn't sure that everything in his life would one day be
O.K.
It was still dark out and Neville had nothing better to do, so he decided to go out and check on his Midnight Molemovers, a quite useful plant that kept Moles from digging up gardens, though it could only be seen when dark out.
Yes, after he had come home for the Summer Holidays, his Grandmother had finally agreed to let him keep a garden, owing to the fact that Neville had gotten 96% on his Herbology exam. Of course, his grandmother had yelled herself hoarse at him when she saw his Potions grade but hey, nobody's perfect!

Neville had been working for about ten minutes when, suddenly, he saw an owl flying towards him, a letter clamped tightly in it's beak. The owl fluttered down and landed in a patch of magical Lavender Lilacs. Neville started in surprise when he saw that the letter was addressed to him.
He opened it quickly and read:

Dear Neville,
I couldn't sleep so I decided to write to you.
How are you? I'm fine but I miss you an awful lot! This summer is going to be way too long for my liking!
The reason for my letter is to let you know that I know how hard you've been taking this. But don't forget, Cedric was in my house. I suppose I just wanted you let you know that I'll always be there for you, no matter what, because you're my best friend and I really like you.
Think about me when it becomes too much to handle, because I'll be thinking of you.
Yours Always,
Hannah Abbot

Neville read the letter two more times, blushing crimson the entire while.
"So she does care." He thought to himself.
The thought comforted him greatly.

He and Hannah studied Herbology together. She was in Hufflepuff and he though she was very pretty. Neville never quite understood why it had taken him so long to finally notice her. He supposed it had been his current infatuation with Hermione and Ginny. But he had noticed her in the end and came to realize that he really liked her, maybe even something more. They had talked a lot and became the best of friends, and then one day, Neville told Hannah something he had never told anyone-
He told her about his parents...

FLASHBACK

As he walked down the hall of the psychiatric ward in St. Mungo's Hospital of Magical Maladies and injuries, Neville couldn't help feeling excited. He had thought that his parents were dead...
One rainy day, when he was little (he couldn't remember but his Grandmother had told him), there had been a knock on the front door.
Two ministry wizards were standing in the doorway looking as if Voldemort had come back.
They spoke to his grandparents in hushed tones and then Neville's Grandmother broke down completely.
One year later his Grandfather died. That Neville remembered. That was also about the time he became incredibly clumsy...
Neville stopped outside room 749.
"Go on." whispered his Grandmother.
Neville slowly pushed the door open and peered into the room.
There were two beds inside. One was unoccupied and in the other was-
"Mom?" Neville said softly.
On the bed lay a woman he could hardly distinguish from the pictures on the mantle back home. His mother was lying on her back, her eyes wide, staring into oblivion. Her eyes really were the only reason he could truly be sure it was her. Those deep brown eyes that glinted with flecks of gold when they caught the light, reminded Neville of the sound of laughter from long ago... but there was no laughter in them now, only dark vacancy.
"Mom?" Neville said again, inching closer.
His mother turned her face towards him and simply stared for ten seconds until returning her concentration to the ceiling.
Neville's eyes filled with tears, but he was distracted just then by a nurse who was wheeling a man in on a wheelchair. Neville recognized him immediately. It was his father.
He looked almost the same except for the fact the he was unnaturally thin and his face had more wrinkles than in the pictures of him back home. He looked so tired.
"Dad?" Neville dropped to his knees in order to be more or less level with his father's face.
"Hmmm?" answered his father.
"It's me, Neville." said Neville smiling.
"Neville?"
"Yeah." Said Neville enthusiastically.
A moment of silence and then...
"Who's Neville?"
Neville felt the blood drain from his face. He could have sworn that somebody had just ripped his heart from his chest.
"It's... it's me. Your son. Neville!" he said unable to control the note of panic in his voice.
"Son? I don't have a son. Do I?"
Neville couldn't take it anymore. Tears streaming down his face, he ran from the room straight into his grandmother's arms.
"Neville, what happened?!" she cried.
"They... they don't know who I am..." Neville replied in a soft and vulnerable voice that broke his grandmother's heart in two...

END OF FLASBACK

Hannah had been in shock when Neville told her. She couldn't believe that Neville had never told anyone about it before and had just kept it bottled up inside.
Neville believed now that the reason he had always acted like such a bungling fool was actually because of the fact that he had been bottling it up for so long. It was ever lingering around him causing him to think of nothing other than what a pitiable blockhead he was. He based this belief on the fact that once he had told Hannah, he loosened up considerably. Of course he was still terrified of Snape and often tripped over his own two feet but now there was an ever-present confidence that had never been there before. He wasn't afraid to say what he felt and he knew he owed this mostly to Hannah and it made him admire and appreciate her more than ever.

Neville walked back into the house and got a quill and a piece of parchment. He sat down at the
Kitchen table and wrote:

Dear Hannah,

Neville paused. What on Earth was he supposed to say to a girl that he cared more about than he had ever cared about anyone before?
He decided to be bold- he decided on the truth.

You have no idea what your letter meant to me. All my life, I've never had a true friend, and
then you came along and turned my messed up world into something I want to wake up to every
morning. My heart skipped a beat to know that you truly cared, and I want you to know that I
care too. Hannah, I think I'm falling in love with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before.
I think of you and I forget about everything. About my parents, about Snape, and I just want to
make you feel like the most special person in the world only I don't know how!
I can't stand this anymore! I have to meet you! I'm going to Diagon Alley next Thursday with Gran to get my stuff for school. Please be there, outside Flourish and Blott's at 11:30 am. Besides
for the fact of wanting desperately to see you, I also really need someone to talk to and you're
still my best friend (even better than Trevor).
I'll be waiting.
Yours,
Neville L.
"Wow..." Neville said softly to himself, as he reread his letter. He had never been what someone would call articulate. He couldn't believe he had just written that. It was beautiful!
"But then," he thought to himself, "it does seem that Hannah brings out the best in me."
He got up and went back outside to where the owl was stills sitting in his Lavender Lilacs. Neville tied the letter to it's foot and sent it away.
Neville suddenly felt very tired. He climbed back upstairs and snuggled back into bed feeling that
Thursday couldn't come soon enough.


A.N) Hope you enjoy! I'll try to write the next chapter as quickly as possible.



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