The Visit
Here I am again, I kinda forgot about this story for a while and I have not been posting on a regular basis. So sorry. But here I am again. This story is about Neville shyly admitting that he wants to be friends with Harry. I have always thought that the trio should have been Hermione/Harry/Neville not Hermione/Harry/Ron, this scene takes place in the holidays after their first year. The other thing I wanted to mention that I almost forgot is that I have 3 followers, and although that may not seem much, I really appreciate it and am really grateful. So, let me give a quick yet thankful shoutout to:
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"What are you doing here?!" harry cried
It was the normal Monday morning and Harry was stuck with the Dursleys, he had opened his bedroom window and Neville was on a broom hovering outside the window. Many things were wrong about that. First of all, seeing Neville actually ride a broom was unbelievable considering he had broken his wrist due to a broom accident. Second of all, Neville appearing randomly and unexpectedly was weird in itself.
"C-can I c-come in?" Neville asked Harry
"Of course Neville!"
Neville inelegantly climbed in the window, managing to bump himself in the head with his broom.
"Does your nan know you are here?" Harry asked
Neville looked sheepish "I told her that I was going to see Hannah Abbot for a playdate"
"Ok so why are you here?" asked Harry
Neville's face blushed a spectacular shade of red and his puffy cheeks deflated a little.
"Umm well I'm here because… because um-"
"Neville why are you here?" repeated Harry
"So I heard that you and Ron have fallen out and umm I was thinking that umm I could perhaps replace Ron and be you and umm Hermione's friend or at least acquaintance.?" rushed out Neville
The podgy little boy seemed to be exhausted in plucking up the courage to ask Harry that and started to exhale in a fast rhythm. Harry let out a beam.
"Neville, we are already friends you didn't have to ask me for my permission to make you my friend you silly-billy."
Neville looked earnest "So is that a yes?"
"OF COURSE IT IS SO HURRY UP AND HUG ME ALREADY!"
Neville leaned over and hugged Harry making his ribs ache.
"I need to go now or nan might get suspicious" Neville admitted
Neville shakily got onto the broom and then jumped out the window; Harry looked up to see him whizzing off into the distance and could just make out the wide smile on his face"
"Make sure to send me a letter over the Holidays!" Harry shouted after him
Neville stopped in the horizon and spun around, he didn't stop in the right place and spun around and around till he finally stopped. Then he looked towards Harry and said:
"I will only send you a letter if you will promise to write a reply"
"I will"
"OK, Bye Harry!"
Neville vanished away into the intense blue sky with an even broader smile on face; he could not believe that Harry Potter considered him a friend and maybe even Hermione Granger. Who knows, someday he might even get into the trio.
Meanwhile, Harry was staring at the tiny ant like dot that was Neville and was wondering where on earth had he learned to fly a broom without falling off and losing control of it. Harry remembered the last time he had seen Neville attempt to fly a broom. That incident had ended in severe injury and plenty of blood stained tears.
He grinned, who knows, maybe Neville was getting braver.