ϟ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ϟ

Rescue

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A/N: MY POOR BABY NEVILLE, I HATE WHEN HE IS SAD😭💔
Made this oneshot to make up for it. :)

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You had often been the one to come to a certain Gryffindor boy's rescue, and he was always very thankful and embarrassed about it - depending on what "it" was.

In first year, when Neville had his accident with his broom and ended up on the ground with a broken wrist, you'd run up to him with Madam Hooch and helped him stand.

You had asked her if you could accompany them to the Hospital Wing, and she reluctantly agreed, letting you tag along. You had stayed with the poor boy in the Hospital Wing whenever you could that day before he was let out with a sling, and you both quickly became friends.

In second year, Neville was hung from the chandelier by the hood of his robe, thanks to the Cornish Pixies that Gilderoy Lockhart had foolishly released into the classroom.

What. An. Idiot.

Gilderoy Lockhart should never have been hired in the first place. He was a total pansy, a fraud and an absolute waste of oxygen.

You'd cast Wingardium Leviosa on Neville, carefully letting him down to the safety of the classroom floor.

"Why is it always me?" he'd said, glaring at the closed door that the twat had disappeared behind to hide.

You had smiled, shaking your head in pity and amusement, patting his shoulder.

Poor boy.

In third year, during the magical creatures class, Neville had opened his Monster Book of Monsters and it started attacking him because he failed to heed Hagrid's warning about it if the spine wasn't stroked to calm it down.

You had run over and helped, stomping it closed and sealing it before picking it up and helping Neville stand. You held the book out to him and told him to stroke the spine while you held it, and he did so, eliciting a purr from it. Then, he opened it, and he had no problem with it. His face was a little flushed in embarrassment, as some of the students - mister Malfoy included - were snickering at him.

Your help also spared him from getting many holes of varying sizes put into his uniform.

You had comforted Neville when Professor Lupin called him first to face the Boggart, encouraging him. You patted his shoulder in pride of his accomplishment, even though it was small, when he was done.

During the trip to Hogsmeade, you spent time with Neville, Seamus, and Dean, laughing and joking and just hanging out. The other two boys grew fond of you as well, and considered you as part of their little group.

Next Hogsmeade trip, you were with Neville and Seamus again when Neville's large red lollipop was yoinked out of his hand and it had floated out the door. You ended up buying him another, and his face had flushed a similar colour to it.

In fourth year, you were proud of him when he helped Harry for the second trial in the Triwizard Tournament by giving him gillyweed. You'd shot him a warm smile, and he immediately looked away with wide eyes and a reddish face. You'd found it quite funny and adorable.

You helped him when he was shaken by the death of a certain Hufflepuff that everyone seemed to be friends with. Neville had seen his parents' suffering from the Cruciatus Curse, but he'd never actually seen someone's motionless body lain dead on the ground.