Harry Potter Imagines

12: Neville Longbottom

"It's okay, Neville," I told him with a sigh. He looked over at me glumly. "I just don't understand," he murmured, placing his hand on my knee. "We've done everything we can," he whispered as he stared determinedly at the floor. The pieces of my heart broke into even tinier pieces than it had just moments ago.

"Love, we can try again," I said hopefully. We were both trying, and failing, to see the bright side. It's almost been a year and still no luck.

"We say that every time," he whispered hoarsely. I sighed again and stood up. "Nev, there's nothing I can do or say to make this any better," I said softly. He looked up at me and dropped his head guiltily. "I know, love. I'm sorry." He pushed himself up off the floor and smiled softly at me. 

I returned his smile and stepped out of the bathroom. He trailed behind me and ran into me when I stopped suddenly. "Sorry," he said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes playfully. "I guess I can forgive you." He smirked and raised an eyebrow. "You guess?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, I guess." He chuckled to himself and pulled me into his arms. His hands rested on the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head against his chest. I could faintly hear his heartbeat and I sighed contently. 

"This will all work out, Neville," I mumbled against his chest. I felt him nod. "I know, love. I'm sorry for being so negative." His voice sounded amplified with my head against his chest. I pulled away and looked up at him.

"Besides," I said with a smile. "It's kind of nice to enjoy being married before we have a kid running around the place." He smiled too. "I have to agree there."

Neville stared into the distance, a faraway look on his face. "We get to sleep in and go on dates whenever we want. We don't have to worry about having a babysitter or feeling guilty for having a night out." A slightly pained look began to cloud his expression. "But... I want to be a father," he added quietly.

I placed one of my hands on his cheek and turned his attention to me. "And I want to be a mother," I told him. "But maybe we should just enjoy some time together before we add another person to our family." He nodded. "Okay."

"Besides," I said with a sigh. "I still can't fully believe that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is truly gone. I would be so paranoid after everything we've been through..." 

We shared a sad smile. His parents had been tortured to insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange. My mother had run off right after I was born and the Snatchers got my dad after the first wizarding war. I'd been raised by my aunt and her husband. Thankfully, they treated me like one of their own but it wasn't the same.

I removed myself from Neville's arms and took his hand instead. "C'mon," I told him, leading him toward the kitchen. "Let's bake something and take it to your parents." His eyes lit up and he eagerly followed me into the kitchen.

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As we turned down the correct hall, he stopped me at the end of it. "You know I really appreciate you doing this, right?" he asked seriously. I laughed lightly and said, "You know it's not a problem?" A dopey smile formed on his face and I laughed harder. "Neville, they're my family now too. I love them like my own."

He looked like he was at a loss for words, so I linked my arm with his and we entered his parents living area. Neville sighed heavily. He loved visiting his parents, but it always upset him greatly. 

"Hi Mum," he said softly, slowly approaching his mother. She stared blankly at him and shuffled over to the bed and sat down. There was a set of chairs across from her bed, so Neville and I sat down. His father was asleep in the corner. He would twitch every so often, but would never wake.