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Chapter 2
It was different in the beginning of second year, but not by much. Harry and Neville continued to visit each others beds, but they never talked. They just lay there holding each other or staring. Neither wanting to break or ruin this thing they had between them.
However, things really began to change with the appearance of the Heir of Slytherin and the discovery of Harry's parselmouth ability. Harry had been accused of hurting Mrs. Norris and soon petrifying the students. He was met with fear and distrust on almost all sides. The only people he had there for him were the Weasley twins, Ron, Hermione and Neville.
But, the Weasley twins, Ron and Hermione were only there during the day. Protecting him as much as they could during the day, but at night, at night Harry had Neville. He had fallen asleep crying in Neville's arms more than once. Neville held him and allowed Harry to get out all of the pent up emotions from the day. As strange as it may sound to others, Neville was Harry's rock.
After a particularly vicious day with a 'stray' curse almost hitting him in DADA Harry began to talk to Neville. He told him about his relatives, Ron and Hermione, and the twins and the people at Hogwarts. He talked about quidditch, Dumbledore's funny dressing habits and the forest of death. He told him about his dreams and how he wished that he could just fly away from everybody sometimes.
Neville never judged Harry either. He just smiled, frowned or laughed whenever it was appropriate. He did not tell Harry that he was stupid, or redirect the conversation to quidditch or tell him that his opinions were wrong. He never laughed at Harry condescendingly and looked down on him.
Not to say that Neville never said anything. He had accepted this new step in their relationship easily and sometimes he would spend all of the time talking. He was able to tell Harry everything that he couldn't say during the day. He was able to actually talk to someone his age that didn't look at him like he was slow or touched in the head.
Now the boys shared a bed almost every night. Sometimes they would comfort the other and sometimes they would spend the night talking. No more, no less. It was just that simple.