Freedom Shall Come to Those Who Seek
Chapter 3: If You Wish-----------------------
When he woke for the second time, Harry felt someone wrapped around him. He began to struggle, but upon recognizing Neville's scent, calmed down enough to ascertain that he had not disturbed his rest. Again.
Looking over, he found to his surprise that Neville was already awake and looking at down at him with concern. His face must have conveyed his puzzlement because Neville said
"Harry, you had another dream." His world came crashing back down on him. The pain, no agony of watching Neville being tortured, decapitated, skinned alive…you name it, and he had seen it in his dreams. The Dark Lord had found his most effective weapon against The-Boy-Who-Lived. His love.
Silent tears started to flow down Harry's cheeks, and Neville held him, kissing them away. After some time, they untangled themselves and rejoined the world, preparing for the new day with trepidation.
Neither of them put voice to their thoughts, but by an unspoken consensus, they had decided that they had to tell someone about Harry's dreams. Dark eyes and a sneer floated in Neville's vision. He shivered, sensing something about the vision. Something he couldn't quite pinpoint.
Harry noticed the shiver and slid his arms around the other boy comfortingly. His question
"What is it love?" Floated in the air. Unanswered. Neville decided that he wouldn't say anything until he was sure. Until he could save his love, he would not bring Harry's world crashing down on him. He would protect him from that pain. He wanted nothing more than for Harry to be safe.
Whatever it takes, he vowed. Whatever it takes.
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To be continued.
A/N: Shorter chapters are easier to write and that's all I'm going to say.