Chapter 3. A friend is all you need.
When they arrived back at home, Neville made himself a cup of tea and disappeared in to his room, and tried to engross himself in a Herbology book. Unable to block out the words his mother had said to him with such conviction. "Neville, always remember you are special and you will become a great wizard, don't doubt that. You have a kind heart and we were, we are so proud of you and we love you."
He sighed and laid back on his bed eventually falling into a fitful sleep.
"Neville?" A voice asked warily, a warm hand gently shaking his shoulder. "Huh? G'wy." He mumbled sleepily, fumbling to push whomever it was away from him. The hand gently shook him again and he opened his eyes blinking in the sunlight that was drifting into the room making it all seem too damn bright for its own good. "P-P-Percy??" he stuttered self-consciously. What was Percy Weasley doing sitting on the edge of his bed, in his room, in his house? "Good afternoon Neville!" Percy smiled at the young man lying in front of him a comical expression of shock on his face.
"What are you doing here Percy?" Neville asked when he had recovered and pushed himself into a sitting position crossing his legs underneath the covers. "I'm sorry about your parents." Percy said quietly looking at his hands and then up at Neville. "I'm not." He replied decisively, Percy nodded understanding, they weren't silent anymore, and they weren't re-living the nightmares over and over. They were free.
"They're happy now, Dumbledore's downstairs with your grandmother, he thought you could do with some company." "Oh okay. What time is it?" Neville asked the day seemed to be so strange so blurry. "About three-ish, you've slept through a whole day already. You must be hungry do you want anything?" Neville shrugged non-committally "'M okay." Percy shook his head. "No your not, why don't you get up while I make you something to eat and then we can think of something to do?" "Uh, Okay."
Percy left the room in search of food. Neville stretched and got up and took a quick shower. He put on his favourite pair of jeans and a t-shirt. As he came out of the bathroom towelling his hair, he found Percy once again sitting on his bed a tray of food beside him and Neville realised just how hungry he was.
He sat down cross legged on the bed again and they ate in companionable silence, both men understanding that nothing needed to be said or explained. At least not yet.
The end.