Notes: I do not own Harry Potter, that right sadly belongs to JKR. Please enjoy, comment, I would love to know what you think.

Chapter 1

Vital Memories

Harry stared down at the letter he held in his hands. It was a letter from Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London. This letter had come to him via the Great Hawke Eagle named Flow that was casually perched on his bed. Flow was not a bird that Belonged to Gringotts, no she was owned by Neville Longbottom. Neville was a friend of Harry's. He had sent a letter to him as a favor to Bill Weasley. All very covert you see.

Harry stared down at the Explanation letter and began to reread it.

Dear Harry,

I'm sorry to write to you unexpectedly but Bill Weasley asked it of me. Included in this is a letter from Gringotts, Bill said he needed it in your hands directly and did not trust that it would not be intercepted and never truly get to you.

Harry, I need you to read whatever that letter is and then come to the Manor. All you need to do is touch the pendant on Flows' collar. She is extremely sweet and understands what she is meant to do. The pendant is a port key and will take you directly to the Manor. No one will be able to tell that you have left your home, and no one can see her, the pendant protects her from being noticed.

Harry, it is imperative that you read it. There is so much to explain. Please trust me.

Best Regards,

Neville Longbottom.

Running a hand through his already wild hair Harry looked up at the ceiling before letting his head drop back down. He had always trusted Neville for Nev had always been there for him even if he did not always acknowledge or give good credence to it. Harry regretted at this moment not being closer to him. Sucking in a deep breath he grabbed the second letter, flipping it over he popped the seal on the back of the envelope. Pulling it out he began to read.

Dear Mr. Harold James Potter,

We at Gringotts are reaching out to inform you of information guarding the Potter Estate to which you are the sole Heir. We understand that your correspondence is assuredly being monitored and even intercepted. If this has reached you through more secure channels, then pleased respond back to this missive with a date and time that is most convenient for you so that you may have a meeting with the Estate Account Manager Warwick Galdbut. To do this just simply write the date and time at the bottom of this Letter.

May your Gold Run,

Hopper Wingldorf. Account assistant.

Harry reread the letter three more times before looking over at Flow who had made herself quite comfortable and was gently snoozing away on his bed. Sighing he reread Nevilles letter before deciding on what to do.

This had been what he had been asking for! A way out of this house, away from them and their abuse. A way to freedom that did not seem to cost him anything at that moment. He finally had another place to go that was not the Weasley's no offence to them, but they sometimes got on his nerves with all the hovering and constant shouting. He would be safer with Neville; of this he was certain.

Without another thought he began to pack up his things.

Repacking his trunk Harry made quick work of clearing his room. After a few minutes an idea struck him, he knew there were things from when he was a baby that were likely in the attic since he knew they were not in the cupboard under the stairs.

Harry stood in the middle of his room and closed his eyes, he focused on his own magic and his parents, after a few moments he smiled as he heard two soft pops and the drop of something on his floor. Taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and looked down, seeing a rather large blue trunk and basket that was full of baby items.

Casting a quick shrinking charm on all the items, he put them in his pocket before making his way over to Flow who was now snoozing from her self-proclaimed perch. He placed the letters in his pants pocket making sure they were safe.

He then gently began to wake her.

"Come on girl let's get you home," He whispered softly stroking her feathers as he lifted her and gave her words of affirmation. Once she was awake he held her securely and continued to stroke her feathers before touching the pendant on her collar.

Harry grunted as he felt like he was being yanked through a tight tube.

Several seconds later he was gasping for air and nearly losing his balance as his feet slammed into the ground. Unceremoniously he fell to his knees as he tried to catch his own breath. Squawking admonishingly at him, Flow flew off towards the Manor.

Taking a moment to stand Harry dusted off his knees and took in the sight around him and was almost breathless at the sheer beauty of Longbottom Manor.

Never had he seen such an elegant but homely stone structure. Outside of Hogwarts of course. Completely lost in its beauty he startled at the sound of someone shouting his name and the feeling of being wrapped in a warm embrace.

"You actually came" He heard the familiar voice of Neville in his ear, this caused him to completely relax and melt into the arms around him.

Nothing brought him to the feeling of home faster than good friends; and Neville was indeed a good friend.

"Of course, I came you doubted me?" Harry asked as he continued to embrace Neville.

"Only slightly, less to do with you and more to do with the Dursleys and if you would truly be able to get away from them." Neville spoke his voice deeper and with more gravel than Harry remembered.

Harry pulled back slightly but froze as Nevilles words sunk into him. Somehow Neville knew about how they treated him at Home.

He may not know everything, but it seemed that he was well versed enough to make such a statement.

Neville felt the change and pulled back and explained.

"It started during the train rides and feasts, you always came back smaller than when you left, quieter like you were unsure if you were permitted to speak. It took you a week or so to fully get into the flow of school and let your guard down. I would also ask Hermione, but she would only give me snippets not wanting to betray your secrets, which to be quite honest is fair. I am quiet but I see everything." Neville mumbled the last bit, but Harry caught it regardless.

Harry looked away from Neville not really knowing how to respond in this moment and realizing that he and Nev were about to have a very uncomfortable conversation.

"No one knows, no one asks and if they do, it's only ever rarely because they truly wish to help me. I don't want to get into it, I can't ...there is still too much there, too raw. The things …." He trailed off his head dropping just a little as he lost confidence his bravado all but gone.

"You wouldn't believe it anyway, no one wants to hear that my life is anything other than some tragic Fairytale" He hissed out the last sentence between clenched teeth wild fear and anger taking over him.

Neville placed his hands on both of Harry's shoulders and stared him directly into his eyes, no longer willing to tolerate the defeat he could see his friend feeling.

"Harry you are important. The things you have gone through, witnessed, experienced are no laughing matter and they are nothing to be taken lightly. I can only imagine what you have been through, but that is a conversation for a later time. It doesn't matter what has happened, you are safe now." He paused here to give Harry a very pointed look before continuing.

"No one will ever be able to get to you here. This land is protected, in fact you technically are no longer in Scotland. The only way to get to this place is to be invited or be blood tied to it. The magic that runs through this land is ancient. You won't be returning to that house, this much I can promise. Neither myself nor my Gran will allow you to step outside of these wards unless you are with us or someone who is completely trusted."

Neville then pulled him close and hugged him tight before releasing him and turning towards the Manor. "But enough of this, let us get you inside to meet Gran, see your room and eat" Bumping his shoulder as he began to lead the way to the Manor.

Longbottom Manor was a three-story brick and mortar Georgian Manor. You could smell the sea in the air meaning it was close by. Fresh ivy was growing up and down the sides of the Manor impregnating itself into the free spaces of the brick. From the outside you could see three chimney stacks, two in the front and then one in the far back that was also the largest, so Harry believed that's likely where the kitchens were. There were many windows that adorned the front and sides of the manor, bringing in ample light into the home. Though many of the windows were covered by elegant drapes.

As they walked up the path to the Manor Harry noticed the cobble stones beneath his feet. Looking just past the Manor he saw that there were four very large greenhouses and just past them down the hill he could see what he believed to be farming fields. Harry was in awe about how much was just here on this part of the land that he could see.

Harry stopped just shy of the door and balked a little as the door opened upon their arrival. Neville continued through the door but stopped when he didn't hear a second set of feet hit the floor. Turning back, he looked at Harry. "Coming? "He asked softly.

Harry's head jerked up and his eyes met Neville's, taking a deep breath he nodded and followed him inside. Once the door closed, he heard the very distinctive pop of a house elf but when he turned slightly back, he saw none.

"Just Blippy, likes to get the door ya see and make it seem haunted" Neville laughed as he started to lead him through.

As they stepped fully inside Harry was once again distracted by the sheer beauty, blown away by how elegant and homely it felt without being tacky or overly extravagant.

His eyes danced over the dual marble staircase, taking in the heavy oak banister and raining that was elegantly carved into ivy that looked like it was in fluid motion weaving in and out like a gentle breeze. As he looked around the entry room, he could just feel the resounding sense of home.

Tears burned in his eyes as he looked at Neville "This can't be real, can it? This is your home?" he whispered such emotion cracking his voice.

Neville was taken aback by the desperation he heard in Harry's voice. After a moment realization crashed into him like the Hogwarts Express. Harry had never had a home and had no idea what a true home felt or looked like. "Yes, it's real and it's yours if you want it. Should have been yours after your parents died, technically I am your god-brother since my mother was your godmother as so named when you were born, and your mother was mine as so named when I was born. Ancient magic overrides government but there are those that meddle where he shouldn't." Neville shifted as he realized he was going a little farther than he should alone.

"We will get into the thick of it later. Gran would be incensed if I told you everything without her there to explain what I miss and what she knows in depth." Neville laughed a little at the end of his little speech as he led Harry through a Forest Green door to the left of the staircase.

Harry looked at him in bewilderment but also wonder. Not only was he shocked by what Neville was saying, he was almost overstimulated by the grandeur and warmth of the Manor. He was awed by the fact that it looked as if each room and pathway they moved through were in a different Era.

Everything from Georgian décor to Victorian portraits and Edwardian tapestries. It wasn't tacky like his Aunt Marge's home where everything clashed together. Everything here had a place, it seemed like it had a story, a purpose if you will.

Turning slightly right farther down a hall, Neville walked through a plum door and to be frank he had no idea how he got here or where he was, but he was not prepared for the room he had entered. Stopping short he was almost breathless, this room was warm and inviting, three large comfy couches made a U shape in the room, there were three comfortable looking chairs one of which had a rather large backing that looked almost throne like. Along the far wall there was a grand fireplace that was covered in trinkets, and photos of Nevilles childhood.

Harry had a small smile on his face as his eyes drifted around the room taking in every piece of classic furniture until his gaze landed on a woman Harry could only describe as formidable.

She was standing beside the tallest backed chair that resembled a throne, she was in an Edwardian gown. Harry had been fascinated by history which is why he remembered the style. When his eyes got to her face he was drawn in by her warm grey eyes as she was staring back at him. Her eyes bored into his as he stared back, he bowed slightly as a show of deep respect. He flinched only slightly when she moved closer to him and Neville.

"Welcome Heir Potter to Longbottom Manor. I trust that my grandson has spoken to you about why you are here or at least given you some clue?" Her voice was firm with an air of propriety. It was very clear that at this moment Harry was meeting The Lady Longbottom.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as the realization hit him like a freight train.

Nervously Harry shifted from one foot to the other before looking over at Neville who gave him a reassuring smile. He took a deep breath before he began, "Neville and I have been catching up and were distracted by a more... delicate topic. He told me a little; like the fact that he's my godbrother and that… my mother was his godmother. Other than this it's been more of us reconnecting." He looked away from Nev and back at Lady Longbottom as he spoke not wishing to be rude.

"And I am assuming that you know why Gringotts has contacted me and why I may not wish to return to my muggle relatives?" He asked his gaze holding hers.

Augusta Longbottom shifted and moved to sit in the large throne like chair near the fireplace. She waved her hand for the boys to sit and make themselves comfortable.

As they all got comfortable, she took a moment to summon her elf, "Blippy," she spoke voice firm and within a blink a small elf popped into the room.

"Mistress has called for Blippy?" He spoke with a soft voice that reminded Harry of a spring wind.

"Yes, dear could you please get us some tea and snacks. We will be here for some time, and I would prefer that the boys don't get too peckish." Her eyes barely leaving Harry as he settled into his spot on the Victorian style blue couch that was rather comfortable. Neville sat on the same couch.

Blippy gave a wide grin and bounced just a little "At once Mistress" He laughed before spinning and popping away.

"To answer your first question, yes, I do know why Gringotts is trying to reach you; and if you would like, I will tell you all that I know."

Harry frowned at her words but nodded just the same, "Yes, please. I think I am in a place where I need to know everything." He was tired of feeling lost and alone. And considering he's now been called Heir Potter for the first time ever; he was feeling almost more lost than usual.

"Your parents Will has been located and unsealed, and to say that the Goblins are upset is an understatement. A formal Audit of all your known vaults both familial, trust and personal has been conducted and many things have been discovered. I know this because Ameila Bones- current Head of the DMLE consults me on all matters involving ancient and noble houses. Gringotts is very much interested in speaking to you."

As they conversed a soft pop came from the corner of the room and within moments a full Victorian style tea service of black and gold painted with white ravens etched into the teapot and cups was placed on the center table between the couches and chairs- signaling Blippy's return.

Mini sandwiches and cakes littered matching tea trays that were placed closer to the boys than to Lady Longbottom. After giving everyone a moment to collect a cup, pour their respective teas, and collect a sandwich Lady Longbottom began to speak again.

"Neville has explained to me that there are things he has noticed about you at the beginning of each term, and given what little I know, I am very inclined to believe him. But Harry, I need to know what has been happening in order for me to help you further in that regard. There are questions I will need to ask you if you consent. You may ask me questions at the same time so that you don't get too overwhelmed." As she said this, she sat up a little straighter.

Harry blinked as he stared down into his cup of tea. His eyes flicked to Neville as he fought with himself if this was something he wanted him to hear.

Not even Ron knew what went on in the Dursley house; and he and the twins saved him from that horrid place the summer before second year. Harry then took a deep breath; he could sense that Lady Longbottom wasn't too pressed for time and that she was giving him the moment to collect himself and come to a decision.

Leaning back onto the couch he looked between Neville and Lady Longbottom; it didn't matter who knew, he would never be going back there. Even if she and Neville banished him from this home, he would never return to the Dursleys. "What are your questions?" he asked softly, deciding that he would bear his soul to both, regardless of how they may react.

"To begin I will say this, Neville will not judge you, nor will I. Everything that you say here will only be used to help you gain independence and safety. You will not be ousted; this will not end up on the front page of any written paper unless you expressly ask. What happens here stays here." Augusta was quick to assure Harry as she set her own teacup aside for the moment and continued on.

"You will live here, safe and protected," This seemed to be a sticking point for her.

"Nothing short of you buying property and moving out will permit me to let you live anywhere else. You will have the freedom to come and go, but I will ask that you at least take Neville." She shifted now and picked her teacup back up, bringing it to her lips to take a sip.

Taking a moment to breathe she placed her cup back on its saucer in her lap before she continued. "The things I will ask you will only pertain to what Neville has told me. If there is anything you would like to add or tell me feel free to do so. If you are overwhelmed and need a break you will tell me. Am I understood?" She spoke with a seriousness that reminded him of McGonagall.

Harry nodded and felt as Neville shifted on the couch moving ever so slightly closer to him. Giving a small smile, he accepted the comfort being offered to him and relaxed a little more into his seat.

He was safe for now, that is all he ever truly wanted. Well, that and a family, but he would gain that in time. After taking another sip of his tea and a nibble of a sandwich he nodded slightly, indicating that he was ready for the first set of questions.

"To start did they deny you food or anything that could be considered a basic need for a child?" As she asked this, she waved her wand and a scroll accompanied by a quick quotes quill appeared on the desk behind her seeming to keep track of this part of their discussion.

"It is only to keep notes." She spoke softly wanting to reassure him that it was not ill intentioned. Her gaze remained focused on the young man before her, making sure that she didn't push too hard or ask too much of him.

She wanted him to trust that she would help him, and she would not push him further than he was willing to go.

"Well to begin I would say that until second year I lived in cupboard under the stairs. The first Hogwarts letter I ever received was addressed not to Little Whinging, but to the Cupboard under the stairs. I'll show it to you since Hagrid gave me my letter when he saved me. I cooked every meal in that house since I was able to see over the top of the stove. The only exceptions were if I was very ill, business dinners, and parties. If I did something they disapproved of, I was denied food and locked in the cupboard. There were even times when I wasn't allowed out to the bathroom, so I was given a bucket. So, I would not disturb the kind gentile folk." He sneered the last sentence looking away from the two of them not particularly enjoying the memory.

He stared at the blue ornate wall on the left side of the room behind Augusta, not wanting to meet anyone's eyes at the moment. Talking about all of this left a sour feeling in his stomach. But he knew this was all necessary. So, he took a deep breath and continued on.

Augusta's lips formed into a firm line; she rarely enjoyed the company of Muggles but had nothing against them. They had every right to live as she did but abuse, she could not stand. Not for any child; magical or no, it mattered not. Her hands remained relaxed around her cup and the soft scratching of the quill behind her was the only sound in the room. She took a deep breath before she asked her next question.

"Were you ever harmed physically? Outside of what most consider an appropriate punishment?" She asked this while watching him carefully. He was no longer making eye contact which she personally could understand.

"There were beatings, many of which were due to my Freakishness- affectionately coined by my uncle. That and breathing would usually do it in for me. If I did something he didn't approve of, upset my cousin or even my aunt, I was sure to get a visit from him. Nothing higher than my chest; not wanting the neighbors to see his true colours."

Augusta watched Harry as he said all this. His eyes had gone out of focus slightly, becoming almost glassy in effect. And his voice took on a kind of neutral quality to it. He spoke now as if he was just telling a story. Not speaking of himself. It was very clearly the tone of someone that had experienced abuse and was telling of it in a way that detached themself from the story they were telling.

Clearing her throat when he stopped speaking, she drew his focus back to her, "My next question I'm going to have Neville step out for. If the answers are benign, I will have him return. If not, then he will stay out of the room until you are comfortable with him returning."

Harry was suddenly looking at her in alarm while Neville looked at her in confusion but at her arched brow in his direction her grandson stood up, placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder and quietly left the room, the door closing with an almost ominous click behind him.

Watching Harry, she noticed immediately the way his posture turned into him becoming curled in on himself and his eyes turned dark and got a faraway look in them. He clearly knew what her next question was about.

In a gentle tone she quickly asked, "Do you want him back in here for this?"

"What will he think of me when he finds out how freakish I truly am? To know that I have done the most disgusting things..." He trailed off nothing but pain and sadness shining in his eyes. To know that he would have to confess to her his darkest secret.

For the first time since sitting down Augusta stood up and moved to sit beside Harry, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, much like Neville had done only moments ago, "I think I can speak for my grandson when I say that he won't think anything other than the fact that you are his friend and the things you were forced to do were not done by choice. You were abused and hurt. Those people were supposed to protect you and love you, but they hurt and tortured you."

She made Harry look at her, "Those people will be dealt with- of this I promise." She cupped his cheek in her hand and gently rubbed her thumb across it before slowly rising and moving back to her original seat, "So I ask again, do you wish for him to return?"

"Yes," He whispered, his voice close to that of a shy small child. He wanted Neville, his protection, comfort, friendship. He no longer wished to be alone in his pain but, knew not how to share it with others.

Even with Ron and Hermione, Hermione was the only one he trusted with even part of the truth. Harry could no longer meet her eyes, but he leaned into the warmth of her hand before she moved. He let the tears slide down his cheeks as he took a deep breath before wiping the shame from his face.

Opening his eyes, he looked at Augusta, his eyes bright and shining, the emerald in his eyes almost sparkling.

Augusta now gave him a nod and a soft smile before calling for Blippy who appeared in an instant, "Please have Neville come back in. Harry would like for him to be here." The elf nodded and disappeared again with another pop followed a few moments later by Neville peaking his head back in the door.

"Blippy said I could come back in?"

Augusta nodded and motioned for her grandson to enter. He did so quickly, closing the door and returning to his seat on the couch, this time seeming to understand that he may need to sit closer to Harry for whatever came next.

She watched as Neville seemed to read the situation quickly and situated himself so that his knee was pressed against Harry's and his hand was close in case Harry needed something to hold on to.

So much like his mother in so many ways.

Harry shifted slightly and looked down at Nevilles hand. After taking a deep breath, he began to tell them every horrendous detail of what Vernon Dursley had done to him when Petunia and Dudley were out of the house- or even in the middle of the night.

At one Point he took Nev's hand staring at it; taking in each scar, freckle, crease and wrinkle. He told them about how he wanted it to stop but didn't know how until he had magic, but that was ruined when they were informed Harry wasn't permitted to use magic outside of school.

When he was finished, he sat in silence letting them digest what he had said. Neville moved closer practically pulling Harry into his lap as he hugged him tightly and protectively. Neville's face was buried in the back of Harry's head as his resolve broke and Harry began to sob uncontrollably. Neville's grip tightened on Harry not wanting him to feel alone in his pain.

Augusta watched now as the demeanor of Alice vanished and in its place was that of Frank. Protective and angry at those that chose to harm one that Neville considered his own. If she knew her grandson- and she liked to think that she did- he was already plotting ways to make them pay for their heinous crimes. And nothing short of blood would do.

After a few moments of soft words of comfort and understanding from Neville. Harry dried the tears on his face and sat up. He leaned into Neville gaining control of his breathing, slowly he let go of his hand and rubbed his own hands on his legs. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly looking down at his hands.

"You never need to apologize" Neville spoke softly not wanting to startle Harry.

Harry looked up at him "I do. I have dragged you into this now. I cannot undo what's been done." he sighed and looked away from Neville, hurt flashing in his eyes. He was conflicted, feeling both relieved and ashamed of the same time.

"Harry none of this was your fault. This is hard I know, spilling your secrets is never easy nor should it be. Knowing now what you've been through I am sure you've been suffering alone for quite a long time, but you won't any longer. Neville and I will help you. We will do what we can to help you and if it is beyond my realm of expertise, I will find someone who can help you. You will never have to be alone again, whether you come to me or to Neville it matters not, because there is no judgement, and we will do what we can. You will always have a home here." When he looked at her Augusta gave a small smile and gave a curt nod of reassurance. She then took another sip of her tea before sinking farther into her chair.

After giving them all a few minutes she nodded at Neville who shifted from the couch beside him to sitting on the Victorian lounge table in front of him. Harry looked up at him confused before looking over at Augusta, but he didn't have long to wonder why Neville had shifted.

"Neville is going to help me with this next part as I am pants at mental magics." She was thankful that this seemed to get Harry to smile for a moment before she continued, "He has a softer touch you see, so what we will be doing next is retrieving vital memories that will help us with the more legal things. I will need 5 memories; I will walk you through what I need and then Neville will get them and place them in a vial." As she spoke Neville reached under the table and grabbed a rack of glass vials before setting it down on the table beside his right leg.

Harry took in a deep breath; this was a chance he needed to take, a leap of faith if you will. Harry looked past Neville and at Augusta with a steely determination in his eyes.

"There is a 6th memory I would like to add. Sirius Black is an innocent man, so says me. I know for a fact that he was not my parents' Secret Keeper, and that Peter Pettigrew is very much alive." He paused for a second to think back on the memory of the conversation with Sirius, "That was the point, no one was supposed to know. Sirius would have been the obvious choice, so he convinced my father to use Peter instead." He then looked back up at Lady Longbottom again, the same determination in his eyes from before, "Dumbledore knew but he said nothing for 12 years! He knew Sirius was innocent of the crime he was wrongly accused of. "Harry spoke with passion and anger flooding through him and a darkness taking over his expression?

Augusta stared at him her gaze calculating, "I will do what I can to help him but only after I see that memory for myself. I want to know for certain before I put the Longbottom name on the line for as assumed criminal. I hope you understand." She spoke like a swift wind cutting through the rainforest.

Nodding Harry sat forward a little closer to Nev as he began to speak, capturing Harry's attention. "This works best with eye contact. It makes it easier to see it in your mind's eye to pull it out. We will be with you the whole time." Neville then reached forward with his free hand and took one of Harry's in his own, squeezing gently in a reassuring manner.

"Gran will show Amelia Bones the memories as well as a few others that she trusts personally who are already involved in the legal process." He then moved to the topic of extracting the memories, "The process is in theory quite simple, Gran tells you what you need, you recall the memory and then I press the tip of my wand to your temple and draw out a copy of it. I will then place it into a vial where it will remain until it needs to be used." Neville gave a small smile as Harry nodded in acknowledgement.

He then placed a hand on Harry's knee and nodded curtly. "By your leave, Harry," He muttered softly so only Harry could hear him.

Harry nodded again and then looked at Augusta signaling that he was ready. He watched as she took in a grounding breath before his attention was drawn back to Neville who was patiently waiting.

"First memory I would like you to recall is that of the first time you had gone days without food."

Harry closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, he allowed his mind to wander and summon the times where his stomach hurt for reasons he did not understand as a small child. When he opened his eyes, he stared into Neville's who took that as his cue to collect the memory that was being offered to him.

Placing the tip of his wand to Harry's left temple, channeling his magic, he tapped his wand against it, seemingly to capture the silver milky strain that was now coming from Harry's head.

Quickly, he grabbed a vial from the rack and gently placed the memory inside before replacing its stopper.

Harry did this for the next four memories.

Neville and Augusta were conscious to take their time, giving Harry breaks when he needed them, allowing him to cry, process and move forward with what they needed to do.

When it came to the final memory Harry wanted to give, Augusta summoned Blippy yet again to grab an extra vial and within seconds she had what she wanted.

After she sent the little elf off, Harry closed his eyes and took himself to that fateful night when he finally met the man who one, set him free in a way, and two, the other in which sealed his parents' fate.

Opening his eyes Neville was taken aback for a moment by what he saw. Harry's eyes seemed to be glowing almost vibrantly green, and seemingly full of that same steely determination and rage from before.

Gently he pressed his wand tip into the side of Harry's temple before extracting the final memory.

Placing the vial's stopper back in the neck, he nearly jumped forward as Harry Slid backwards into the couch almost like he was trying to make himself disappear. The reality was his friend was just exhausted.

Looking back at his grandmother she gave him a small nod. They were done.

Standing, he made sure each vial was labeled correctly before placing them back in their rack and setting within reach of his grandmother before kissing her cheek.

"Thank you, Gran," He whispered softly in her ear before standing up to his full height and looking over to his friend.

Walking back over to Harry he reached out his hand, "Let me show you to your rooms. I think you need a lie down" He spoke softly looking at his friend with slight concern but also amusement.

Harry looked up at him and smiled tiredly with a nod. Taking the hand that was offered to him, he gave a grunt as he got up from his seat. He thanked Lady Longbottom for her help and protection then leaned down and gently kissed her cheek as Neville had done.

This surprised both Neville and Lady Longbottom but neither of them said a word as Neville quietly showed him out of the room.

Once out of the room Neville closed the door before he began to take Harry upstairs to his room.