A/N-this is my first HP story...I review under Sam or Sam4077.
Please R&R...sixth year OC/OC, HP/GW, RW/HG
Disclaimer: If I was J.K, I would be writing the sixth book not fan fiction. All I can give you is one very old and dilapidated computer...(which crashes every half-hour) and two rubber bands, one broken. PLEASE do not use Kal or Hawk...as they are mine.
Harry James Potter lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of his cousin's second bedroom in number 4 Privet Drive. He had finished his homework on the first day of the holidays...now he wished he hadn't.
He, Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived was afraid of going to sleep. Nightmares plagued him...mostly of people he loved dying. Sirius was the most noted one.
Harry got up and roughly shoved his glasses onto his nose. He sat at his desk and wrote a letter quickly.
Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I am fine. I would just like to apologise for going nuts last year. I know you were just trying to protect me and I'm sorry. I haven't suffered all that much from the Prophecy, and now that I've calmed down, I see it was for the best. I am still trying to find words to tell Ron and Hermione, but I think Neville deserves to know first.
Sincerely, Harry J. Potter
Tying it to Hedwig's foot, he opened the window and let her out.
The next day, Mrs Figg knocked on the door.
"Yes?" asked Petunia Dursley.
"I was wondering whether young 'Arry would like to come and visit. Give you and Vernon a break from the brat," said Mrs Figg.
"Why thank you Arabella. Do you want to take him now?" asked Vernon.
"Why, yes," said Mrs Figg.
Harry was led away by her.
"Harry, Dumbledore tells me that you wanna talk to young Longbottom," said Mrs Figg.
"Yes," answered Harry.
"Right, you can use my fireplace. I've sent an owl to Mrs Longbottom, and she's fine," said Mrs Figg.
Harry threw floo powder into the fireplace and stepped out into a grand mansion.
"Mrs Longbottom," he said politely to an elderly and scary woman.
"Harry Potter," she said kindly.
"Hey Neville!" said Harry, seeing his friend.
"Hiya Harry!" said Neville, awed that Harry wanted to see him.
"Now then boys, I'll be in the kitchen. Be good Neville," said Mrs Longbottom.
"Why'd you come Harry?" asked Neville.
"Well, Neville, you have a right to know this. I haven't told anyone, but you have a right," said Harry.
Quickly, Harry related the prophecy.
"Really?" asked Neville.
"Really and truly Neville, and I just wanna say, I knew about your parents and I don't deserve the hero status. You do. At least my parents are dead and buried and I'm sorry," said Harry.
Neville looked at him with tears.
"No Harry. You are greater than anyone else, and thanks for telling me," he said.
Harry smiled crookedly.
"Thank you Neville. See ya...at Hogwarts," he said.
"Yeah, see ya Harry," said Neville.