Neville had taken care of Harry like this once before. His mind drifted back to their fourth year just as that blasted Tournament was just being announced.

==Flashback==

It was only a few days ago, Dumbledore had told us students about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the two other schools that would be here to compete. According to Dumbledore only three champions are usually chosen to keep the tournament fair. But, The Goblet of Fire had mysteriously belched out the name of one Harry James Potter. I watched and listened from the shadows as everyone whispered against him, and now, I stand in the shadows and watch as his closest "friends" Ron "Jealous Arse" Weasley and, Hermione "Buck-toothed, know-it-all" Granger rip him to shreds emotionally and trample on his good nature and kindness towards them..."

I remember their words to him in the Common Room exactly-

"How could you?" the redhead hissed towards him

"Wh-what?" Harry drew back slightly, staring at his friend in confusion.

"We talked about it," Ron continued, anger coloring his voice which had started to rise. "I can't believe you. What, you don't have enough fame as the Boy-Who-Lived, you had to do this as well?"

"Whaaaat?" Harry's jaw which had hung slack tightened then to an audible snap as it closed in rage.

"Oh don't give me that," Ron snarled out even as his hands clenched tightly into fists. "You just couldn't leave the glory to someone else...you just had to do this."

"Are you bloody kidding me?" Harry's eyes narrowed at Ron before he turned to his other friend, Hermione, only to see the disappointment in her gaze.

"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed. "I thought you had enough near death situations in Quidditch every year?"

I saw Harry's eyes flash in anger and what I could only assume to be the pain of betrayal. I couldn't believe that his best friends, the people who were supposed to know him better than anyone else, thought he had done something like this.

"Get away from me, the both of you" Harry hissed in a dark voice before running upstairs to his bed, slow tears dripping down his face.

"Look at the both of you, Look at what you've done to him. Don't you care at all how he feels?" I growled coming out from my place in the shadows.

"What do you want Neville, He's no longer a friend of ours, He deserves whatever fate he gets." Both Hermione and Ron snapped at the same time.

Turning on my heel, letting my robe billow behind me I spat on both Ron and Hermione as I mounted the stairs to come to Harry's aid.

Hearing that come from Harry's lips I knew that is how the Golden Trio's friendship broke like a glass dashed against the rocks. This final row ended four years of friendship. Later, when I spoke to Harry as the other guys in the dorm had gone to bed he said he felt reinvigorated because he finally stood up to his former friends and was glad to be free of their influence.

==End Flashback==

Reaching the heavy wooden doors that separated the rest of the castle from the Hospital Wing. Neville and Harry knocked weakly on the door and entered to see the worn and tired face of Poppy Pomfrey.

"Potter, what on earth have you done to yourself now? Get in bed this instant." Pomfrey asked with a disgruntled look at the teen.

"Longbottom you don't look much better. Don't argue with me get in the bed next to him. Now which one of you want to explain why you look like you have been playing with venomous tentacula?"

"Nev and I were working on the Hereditas Charm in class with Professor Flitwick and it didn't seem to work for either Neville or I." Harry said frowning a bit and coughing.

"What happened next Potter?" Pomfrey asked with concern lining her voice.

"Well..." Harry began before letting out an anguished moan of pain. Neville took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly, trying to calm his friend.

"The charm didn't work when Professor Flitwick came over either and he told us that neither Harry nor I looked quite right and that the reason the charm failed was because either we were magically drained a bit or physically exhausted. He suggested we come to you to rest and get better." Neville said as he finished Harry's and his story.

Pomfrey clucked in exasperation and annoyance at the boys before bustling off to her potions cabinet and withdrawing two vials of a grey-green potion.

"Drink them" she ordered and watched as Harry and Neville started to nod off almost immediately. Her charges asleep, Pomfrey's face lost the mask of concern replacing it with a mask of loathing and disgust.

"Good, the brats are asleep, now to contact Albus." Poppy thought standing in front of her office floo with a pinch of the green powder in hand.

"Albus Dumbledore's office!" she shouted, the powder leaving her hand and lighting the fire green allowing her to contact Albus.