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"Neville?!"Augustus, no, Neville wasn't sure which one of his parents spoke. The room filled with shocked whispers and mutterings. Even the unflappable Dumbledore was taken aback. "Augu…Neville, I assure you, if you just tell us the circumstances, we can provide protections and keep Harry safe. There's no need to continue hiding him from us when, with your knowledge and our skills, we can better protect him together." Dumbledore reasoned.

But Neville had had enough. He had seen battle and death but there was one thing worse than all of these. There was one thing that kept him up at night, one thing that would drive him and sustain him through anything. These people understood nothing. It was too much. Neville's last secret broke free, the thing he would go to any lengths to prevent from happening again. "He killed himself! Harry Potter killed himself! How are you going to protect him from what you did to him?!" he screamed, sobs that he wouldn't let out tearing at his throat.

There was stunned silence. No one spoke. Sirius' face was frozen in disbelief and somehow he looked worse than when he'd first come from Azkaban.

"He just…looked so small. He killed Voldemort and then he just…not right away but…I found him afterwards. He seemed so…" Neville's voice was hushed.

"Neville…" For once Dumbledore didn't know what to say.

Neville turned pleading eyes to the headmaster. "I know that he's not going to the Dursleys' this time and Pettigrew's not a problem but I just can't risk it. Harry deserved so much more than that."

"Why?" Sirius' voice was strangled.

Neville shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe because he felt like he couldn't live up to everyone's expectations. Maybe because he felt like his life had only been to destroy Voldemort. Maybe because too many loved ones had died. I don't know."

"What are you going to do?" This came from McGonagall.

"I'll tell him the truth and prepare him instead of waiting until it's too late. I'll support him. And I'll do my best to let him know he's not alone."

"He's not safe where he is." Dumbledore said gently. "He needs to live with his relatives where there are blood protections. The blood wards will keep him safe from Voldemort."

"But not from the Dursleys. I won't allow him to spend the first eleven years of his life living in a cupboard under the stairs doing all the household chores in the hopes that they'll feed him."

"We can prevent that. I'm sure we can talk things over with his relatives and be reasonable about this. And with your knowledge of the future, we can protect Harry."

"No headmaster." Neville shook his head resolutely. "You believed that before too. And it never worked. I'm the only one that knows where Harry is and I've hidden that information in such a way that no spell or potion can make me tell you. I'll die and let Harry die before I tell you. At least this way it will be quick and painless. You have to understand, I'm not abandoning him to you."

Sirius spoke up. "What about me? I'm his godfather. You're going to take him away from me?"

"I don't want to. But how do I know you won't just turn his fate back over to the headmaster? Harry saved my life, saved the whole damn world and I owe him. I have to make sure he's safe."

Dumbledore turned to Snape, his expression regretful. "Severus, if you please." Neville knew he was giving the other the order to ready his legilimancy.

Neville closed his eyes and prayed. Because he knew that legilimancy would trigger the spell he'd cast. Would cause his death and Harry's. I'm sorry Harry, he thought. It's the best I could do…

A sudden bang resounded through the room! Neville jerked his head up to see someone come careening into the room, knocking over Neville's chair and sending them both to a tumbled heap on the floor.

"Stop!" And Harry Potter scrambled to his feet, placing himself firmly between Neville and the rest. He was taller than Neville remembered him being, even though he looked all of about fifteen. The lines that worry and strain had dug into his face that Neville had never noticed before were gone. "Don't hurt Uncle Neville!"

"Uncle Neville?" Dumbledore was bewildered.

Harry grinned. "It's alright, professor. See?" He held up his arm, where Fawkes had flown to rest. "You sent me back yourself. And Neville's wife would be pretty upset if you did anything bad to him."

"Wife?!" Neville swore that if there were any more surprises, he would just give up and pass out.

"I don't want to ruin all the surprises!" Harry shoved something into Dumbledore's hands and pulled a strange looking necklace out from around his neck, twisted it, and disappeared.

"Was that-"someone started to say.

"Looked like some sort of advanced time turner to me." McGonagall said.

Dumbledore held up the thing that Harry had handed him before disappearing. It was a picture of Harry, most of his class mates at Hogwarts, Remus, and Sirius. Harry's grin outshone everyone's. Sirius was holding up a Daily Prophet, which kept flashing the headlines "Boy-Who-Lived Defeats You-Know-Who!"

There was silence in the room.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and spoke. "It appears I was wrong to doubt you, my boy. I must indeed leave Harry in your capable hands, as I apparently already have. Will do. Nothing like time travel to mess with your verb tenses."

Neville shrugged and realized the force that had been binding him to the chair was gone. "I don't mean to steal him, headmaster." He included Sirius and Remus in his look. "I just want to be the one that keeps him safe."

"What's going to happen now?" Sirius asked quietly.

"Now…now, we'll be going home. And you and Remus will be coming over for dinner and maybe Mrs. Weasely will want to set up some play dates for Harry and Ron and eventually Harry will grow up to be a happy kid."

And somewhere in the future, Harry Potter lived Happily Ever After.

Author's Note: Ok, I don't think Harry would ever commit suicide but the thought attacked me and wouldn't let me go. I think Neville would have felt like he owed it to Harry to go back and save him though, whatever the consequences. Neville would have felt like he owed it because it could have been him, Harry had defeated Voldemort for them, and because Neville's his friend and should have noticed Harry was unhappy. There'd be tons of guilt about that. Anyway, I really just wrote this because I think Neville's awesome and neglected. He deserved way more screen time and book time than he got. Hope you enjoyed this story and I'd love to hear what you think!