The Time Turner

Reassurance

**Scarlet's Point of View**

As we settled back into bed, I could tell Neville still had doubts. His thoughts were rather transparent.I curled myself against him, my head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me like some sort of protective shield. There was no need for me to ask him what was wrong. I already knew that. He still thought I had doubted my decision when I chose him over Harry. "Scar-" Neville began, but I met my lips with his, preventing him from finishing. Whatever he had to say, I had no wish to hear. When we separated, his face was flushed a bright hue of pink. His ears, more of a rouge.

"Neville, if I had to do it again, I'd choose you. I love you, not Harry, Ron, or anyone else for the matter. And that's the end of that". "Scarlet....." His eyes twinkled. Our eyes met. And we stared into the depths of each other's eyes for what felt like minutes, but in actuality, been hours. And with that time, we reminisced about our days at Hogwarts and other memories we had together. I couldn't bear to imagine a life without Neville, much less live it. He may not be the "Boy Who Lived", the hero who ended Voldemort's reign of terror, but to me, he'd done far more than that. He destroyed the last Horcrux, Nagini. He returned to me my freedom. He was my hero. And I never wanted to be without him.

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**Flashback (A year after Scarlet left Harry at the altar)**

Neville was late. He was almost never late. And even when he was, he always called. I assessed our cozy apartment meant for one. The table was set and steam no longer emitted from the now stone cold dinner. I glanced at the kitchen clock mounted atop the fridge. Nine on the dot. I watched the second hand rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, making the minute hand shift one space over. This was getting me nowhere. Staring at the clock wouldn't make time advance faster, or certainly wouldn't make Neville's return any sooner. With a sigh, I decided to do something productive with my time.

I began with preparing the couch, which Neville always slept on. Despite this being his apartment, he always insisted I have the creaky twin bed. And as I cleaned our snug apartment, I reAs we settled back into bed, I could tell Neville still had doubts. His thoughts were rather transparent.I curled myself against him, my head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me like some sort of protective shield. There was no need for me to ask him what was wrong. I already knew that. He still thought I had doubted my decision when I chose him over Harry. "Scar-" Neville began, but I met my lips with his, preventing him from finishing. Whatever he had to say, I had no wish to hear. When we separated, his face was flushed a bright hue of pink. His ears, more of a rouge.

"Neville, if I had to do it again, I'd choose you. I love you, not Harry, Ron, or anyone else for the matter. And that's the end of that". "Scarlet....." His eyes twinkled. Our eyes met. And we stared into the depths of each other's eyes for what felt like minutes, but in actuality, been hours. And with that time, we reminisced about our days at Hogwarts and other memories we had together. I couldn't bear to imagine a life without Neville, much less live it. He may not be the "Boy Who Lived", the hero who ended Voldemort's reign of terror, but to me, he'd done far more than that. He destroyed the last Horcrux, Nagini. He returned to me my freedom. He was my hero. And I never wanted to be without him.

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**Flashback (A year after Scarlet left Harry at the altar)**

Neville was late. He was almost never late. And even when he was, he always called. I assessed our cozy apartment meant for one. The table was set and steam no longer emitted from the now stone cold dinner. I glanced at the kitchen clock mounted atop the fridge. Nine on the dot. I watched the second hand rotate three hundred and sixty degrees, making the minute hand shift one space over. This was getting me nowhere. Staring at the clock wouldn't make time advance faster, or certainly wouldn't make Neville's return any sooner. With a sigh, I decided to do something productive with my time.