He could hardly believe his luck by henri8l
EOTS ficlet.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANY of the HP books, or film franchise, only these invented plot changes and added characters.
Neville often found himself staring at his small family in wonder. He could hardly believe his luck. They had survived. They were thriving. Things were normal! He had become accustomed to having at least one pair of small cold feet waking him at night. This morning hadn't been any different. The cold feet were now warm and digging into the back of his knee. Harry had left not long ago to change the baby. Neville heaved a soft sigh and looked to the nightstand to see the time. It was quarter past seven, and the light from the small digital clock was reflected on the glass of the picture he kept there. The picture had been taken by Mr. Weasley of Harry and the boys, Neville was also captured wistfully staring at them.
"Nev! Wake Ken, will you?" came Harry's voice from down the hall. Neville turned over and did just that with a heavy dose of tickling.
Ken was still laughing as Neville carried him down the stairs to join everyone for breakfast. Once Neville set the boy down at the foot of the stairs, Ken tore into the bustling, kitchen. Neville was filled with pride at the boy's blossoming. 'Thank, Merlin for Harry.' Neville could only laugh at this good fortune.
A/N. Something left on cutting room floor of EOTS, that I thought you might like. Ciao! H.