Harry walked into the hospital room and scanned the prison like beds for a face he recognised. "Harry!" The voice was unrecognisable to Harry so he searched for the owner
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"Harry Potter! Long time no see!" This time Harry located the speaker and looked into the eyes of a person he had known and come to love for years. His face broke into a grin.
"Neville!!" , he exclaimed, rushing to the bedside. "What are you doing here Harry?" Harry thought back on the last few years of his life, after his defeat of Lord Voldemort. He gave Neville a watery smile, trying not to cry. "Searching for one last familiar face."
Harry was glad he went to the hospital. He did not know what had compelled him to go there, but he thanked whatever it was. Harry was glad to have someone to talk to. He recalled the long, winding story he had told Neville, wondering why it had all happened. Harry thought about every word he had said to Neville, every single word. They all represented a great deal of pain.
"Well, Neville, that's what the last few years have done to me. But what about you?", Harry looked concernedly at Neville. "What happened to you? What are you doing here?"
Neville sighed. "It's a tragically short story, Harry, not really worth the time to be honest." Neville did not look at Harry and began to fidget. Harry knew that his story really was worth the time. He could see that Neville had been through pain too.
Clutching Harry's hand, Neville revealed his story.
It may have been short, but a huge deal of tragedy was held in those 10 minutes.