Pairing: Neville/Alice Family
Prompt: memories
Challenge: HPFC Drabble Tag
He didn't really know her, all he knew was stories his Grandmother told him. He knew that she was his mum, he knew that she was called Alice and he knew that she, along with his father, had been tortured into insanity.
He walked into the ward, it was the first time in months wince he had gone to see her. He'd been at Hogwarts, his first ever term there had just ended. It was Christmas day, and he was nervous. Would she remember him? Would she be any different? He entertained the notion that maybe she, and his father, had regained their memories. As he walked he wondered what she would be like if she had. Would he walk into their room and she would turn and come flying at him and tell him she missed him so much and that she loved him? Would she be nervous? Scared? Happy? What if he didn't live up to her expectations? What if she thought he was a cowardly failure?
Panic began to rise up in him. Stop, he scolded himself. You were put in Gryffindor for a reason.
He shook his head to clear those thoughts, took a deep breath and entered the ward.
Alice looked up and smiled at him, walking forward with the usual sweet wrappers in her hand. Just like she always did.
"Look who's back from Hogwarts, Alice!" the nurse said, bright as ever. "It's Neville. Do you remember Neville?"
Neville felt his heart sink. Alice approached him, and he held out his hands for her to drop the wrappers into. She didn't know who he was. He was still just the boy that brought her sweets and visited her all the time. He felt like crying. A part of him naively hoped, that one day his parents would regain their memories. It was the idealistic hope of an eleven year old boy, and the other part of him knew that. But that didn't stop his heart from breaking every single time.
Because he would always be Neville, the boy that brought her sweets. Never again would he be Neville, the boy that was her son.
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