The next morning light streaked through the window and into the curtains of the covered bed where Neville and Harry lay recovering from the nightly activities they had participated in the night before. Dean and Seamus could be heard shuffling around as they tried to go about their routine as normal without waking the couple up. Being the day they would leave to go back home for the winter holidays, they begrudgingly moved apart from each other as the train wouldn't wait for Neville because he'd gotten preoccupied with his pleasure. Harry pulled himself deeper into the blankets before the chill of the cold winter air hit him as the warmth he had clung to left his side.
"Well come on Harry, get up then! We'll be late at this rate if you keep burrowing deeper into the bed," Neville chastised. He ripped the blankets off the bed in an effort to motivate his fellow Gryffindor into movement which only earned a loud gasp as warm flesh hit the cool air above it. "Gran will be highly disappointed if she doesn't get to give you a proper Christmas. She's got everything planned out already and I have no intentions on letting you miss it." Harry moved slowly as mid-section had started to protrude out slightly at being 2 months along and he found that his center of balance had drastically deteriorated with the expanding waist line along with the extra weight.
"What do you mean your Gran wants to give me a proper Christmas? I thought I was staying here as usual with Hermione. Are you going to introduce me to your Grandmother, Neville?" Harry asked as he slowly came to awareness. Harry couldn't help but to smile as a blush worked its way up Neville's face as he nodded in accession. "Does she know about this particular situation?" Neville reached out and rubbed the slightly protruding stomach fondly with a small smile of his own.
"I believe she read what happened in the Daily Prophet about Ron's upcoming trial for assaulting you and of course she had to ask me all about it. I didn't tell her anything that she didn't already know and the only new thing I said is that if you wanted to speak on anything else about it that she would have to ask you herself. Didn't think it was right to tell your story, you know?" Neville replied. He packed his trunk up while he talked and Harry felt a sudden surge of appreciation for his lover. Anyone else may have spilled the entire ordeal if asked but the fact Neville didn't even think about it for a heartbeat only intensified his feelings for the man. "Get a shower, you stink something awful!"
"I smelled good enough last night for you to get me naked and-" Harry started but was cut off by a groan from behind him. Seamus stood there with only a towel around his waist and his hair still damp from his shower. "Sorry, mate. Didn't know you were right there."
"It shouldn't matter if you knew I was there or not, it's still a bit strange to be talking about your escapades from the night before. And just so you know, your silencing charms aren't as good as you think they are. The Room of Requirement may be a better choice until you figure out how to get it just right," Seamus offered. Harry blushed as Seamus pushed past him in his haste to get his things ready for his trip home.
The rest of the morning went easily though Harry couldn't stand the smell of the Great Hall without emptying the contents of his stomach from the last month. Taking toast and crackers in the common room was about all he could manage with relative ease to settle his stomach but the potions that he'd been prescribed did most of the work of keeping what little bit of weight he did have on him. The portrait swung open with such a sudden force it broke the focus that Harry had on his last minute homework he was trying to finish up before heading off for a few weeks. Two different sets of red heads walked through which was an odd sight being that Ginny was the only one with that particular shade that should have been anywhere near the castle. Ron came out from behind her with Ginny's wand in hand and his face contorted in rage. Ginny darted out of the way, huddling in the furthest corner behind her furious brother with tears streaking down her face.
"Feeling a bit too safe, weren't you Harry? Just because I'm not supposed to be here doesn't mean I can't find a way to sneak in undetected, thanks to the Marauder's map that I was able to grab on the way out," Ron spat. "Ginny told me about the little predicament that you find yourself in- two months along she says. Not if I have it my way which you know I do get one way or another, Harry." With a sudden movement and a bolt of light coming out the business end of the stolen wand, Harry was doubled over and he cried out in utter pain. Neville darted quickly from his spot on the floor at where Harry's feet had been and knocked the red head to the ground when his sudden Gryffindor impulses kicked in.
"You bastard," Neville muttered before he placed a well backed right hook to the side of Ron's face. "Are you trying to kill him on top of everything else?" Ginny's sudden shriek brought him back to where Harry was still curled up around himself, his arms wrapped around him in a small puddle of red.
"I need to get to St. Mungo's. This feeling isn't right, Neville, I think it's-" Harry gasped as a sudden ripple of pain racked him once more in the aftershocks of Ron's spell. Ginny levitated his body several inches of the ground and floated him slowly to the fireplace that flared green with the flood powder. Neville fought with Ron for a few more minutes until finally Ron got out from underneath him and darted off out into the hallway once more. Neville took off after him though his significantly shorter legs did him no justice in his effort to catch up to the lanky and long body of the former Gryffindor who was surely several corridors away by time Neville managed to stumble around the first corner. A yelp coming in a familiar voice urged Neville on once more until he came across Snape holding Ron by the top part of his ear and his wand pointed in a threatening manner at his chest.
"For once, Professor Snape, you are exactly the person I am wanting to see and I am your biggest fan at the moment," Neville breathed. Snape smirked at the statement from his least favorite person but the fact that the blubbering Gryffindor had obviously gotten a few good swings said that the boy had learned a few things over the years.
"Mr. Weasley, I believe you have a few things to explain to the Minister of Magic and Dermentors at Azkaban," Professor Snape threatened. "Mr. Longbottom you are free to go though you may be called should you be needed to testify at his soon to be trail that I will push to have by the end of today." Neville nodded lightly before tearing off back to the direction of the common room once more where a small handful of floo powder awaited him on the side table and a note scrawled in Ginny's handwriting indicating that Harry was being treated and where to go to see him once Harry was stable. Neville breathed in deeply to calm down his racing heart before stepping threw the flames and into the reception area of the hospital he was far too familiar with. He greeted the witch sitting behind the desk quickly before taking the elevator up to the appropriate floor where Ginny greeted him nervously.
"It was a miscarriage, Neville. He's out right now while the healers repair the damage done to his body but he should be fine physically at least," Ginny explained. "But he may be a bit emotional when he wakes up; he may not have had the child the way he wanted but he desperately wanted the child either way. It was still a part of him and he just lost the last bit of his family that he ever knew."