Save Me, Please?

The Letter

Authors Note: I realized after re-reading the first few parts of my story that I haven't made some stuff clear, so I will explain now.

1. I made Harry a year older because I don't know what the age of consent is in the UK but where I'm from, it's 17. So instead of starting his first year at age 11, he started at age 12.

2. The story takes place at the beginning of 6th year, so HBP does not take place.

3. Since Harry is 17, he gained access to his Lordships. Even the Black Lordship since Sirius isn't cleared of his crimes yet.

4. The reason Ginny and Ron are spreading that Ginny was dating Harry will be revealed later. It's a little mystery for now, one that I plan on revealing, so patience my beautiful readers.

I hoped my explanations helped! On to the story now ♡
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I watched from the ground as my dorm mates got dressed and left. All except Neville. I was in shock. 'What in the world just happened? How did this turn horrid so quickly? I thought they were my friends! Even Hermione seems to be on Ron and Ginny's side.' I realize I am obviously missing an important piece of information, I won't rest till I figure it out.

After everyone left, Neville came over to me and helped me stand up.

"Are you alright Harry? You took some nasty blows there. Do you think you need to go to Madame Pomfrey?" Neville is looking at me concerned, trying to assess the damage without actually touching me.

I take a moment to assess the damage to my body, "I don't think anything is broken. Though, I can tell I will have bruises and will be sore for a few days." I pause and then ask, "Neville, do you have any idea why everyone thought I was dating Ginny? I think I would remember that tidbit."

"I have no clue. I know as much as you do. I just found out this morning when Ron was going for your mail. I found it odd but I know I'm not privy to your private life like that, so I just tried to keep him from going through your stuff." Neville gives a little shrug and though he is trying to hide it, I can see the downtrodden look in his eyes.

I know Neville considers me his best friend but I can see it hurts him that I might not see him the same way. "Nev, look at me, I'm sorry. I have not been a great friend to you, but you have always been one of my best friends. With everything going on in my life, I haven't been there for you as I should have. I hope you can one day forgive me."

"Harry! You are a great friend, trust me I understand. You-Know-Who constantly after you, plus Ron is your best mate. I'm just happy to have you as a friend. I don't have many of those." He looks away. I can see his eyes misting over and the pain deep inside.

I grab Neville and pull him into a tight hug, "I hope we can become better friends Nev. Anyone who doesn't want to be your friend is missing out on someone amazing. I clearly have."

Neville clings to me and he lets loose a shuddering breath/sob. I hold onto him for as long as it takes him to recollect himself. 'Damn. I really fucked up this friendship. I hope he doesn't think this is just because I had a falling out with Ron and Hermione. I promise from now on I will be a proper friend and help him build his confidence.'

"I promise you from now on I will help you build your confidence. You're a great guy Nev. Stong, loyal, smart, and have a great sense of humor. I want to make one thing clear though, this has absolutely nothing to do with my falling out with Ron and Hermione. If I were to be 100% honest, I would say you're more my best friend than they are and I have always felt closer to you then them." I say this while holding Neville by the shoulders and staring into his eyes, hoping to convey my honesty and conviction.

"You really mean that Harry?" He asks my shyly and unsurely.

"I promise you, I do."

He hugs me tightly one more time before backing away completely, "Thank you. Now why don't you get your mail, so we can get dressed and go to breakfast?"

"Sounds like a good plan to me! I'm starved!"

I go to my bed and grab the little package from the Owl. As soon as I touch it, the package resizes. It has a letter on top of a medium sized box. I decide to read the letter first before opening the box.

Mr. Potter,

I hope this letter finds you well and without causing you any trouble. I used an owl from here so that noone would recognize mine, as I have sent things to the school via my personal owl before.

I just wanted to thank you for protecting my family and me. I don't want to think about where we would all be if not for you.

Your home here in Greece is absolutely stunning. If you never join us here in hiding, I hope you one day get to enjoy it.

I have one request to ask of you. I realize after everything that you have done so far, I have no right to ask anything more of you. Unfortunately, Draco is having a hard time accepting what you have told Severus and I. If by chance you can send a vial of the memory of your vision, I would be further in your debt.

Attached to this letter is a small present for you as a way of showing just a small amount of my gratitude. Enjoy it.

Yours,

Lord Lucius Malfoy

'Wow. He truly has a way with words.' I think to myself.  'Plus, I will gladly send the memory, if only to keep Draco from messing up this plan by going to his mother.'

Next, I open up the box to see what's inside. It turns out to be a beautiful set of Black Dragon Hide quidditch gloves with a velvet deep purple cloak underneath. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. 'When did he have time to get these? I just sent him there 5 hours ago.' I put the gloves aside and try on the cloak, which automatically resizes to my frame. 'This is the nicest cloak I have ever seen.'

"Wow Harry! That looks amazing on you! The color compliments your eyes. Whoever sent you that has great taste." Neville exclaims from across the room.

"Does it really? I never thought to wear purple before. It's so soft!" I say a bit dazed.

"Truly. It does being out your eyes. Now, if only we could get rid of those glasses." He says teasingly

I just laugh before turning back to the task at hand. I grab a vile from my trunk and charm it to be unbreakable before extracting the memory of my dream. I sit down and hastily write a reply.

Lord Malfoy,

I'm truly happy to hear that you all are enjoying my home. Though, you are in no way indebted to me. I would do the samw for anyone who was in trouble. Friends of mine like to call it "my saving people complex".

I want to thank you profusely for the gloves and cloak. They are truly beautiful and needed. You have great taste. I would like to know how and when you found time to get these things in 5 hours but we all have our secrets. I truly appreciate the gift.

As for my memory, I have sent it attached to this letter. I am happy to provide it for you. Anything to make this easier on Draco and you, possibly Professor Snape too. I can only imagine the difficulty all of this must be. I hope it helps.

Yours,

Harry Potter

I attach the letter and vile to the owl before sending it on it's way home again.

I quickly get dressed and turn to Neville, "Ready to face the day Neville?" He nods at me. "Alright, let's go get breakfast."