Riddle me this: A Cedric Diggory Fanfic

Chapter 18

Thoughts
Parsletongue
Handwriting

Saxon's POV

Deciding it might help if I were to talk to him, I walk into the room.
"Hey, Neville. Everything alright?" I ask.
"Huh. Oh, yeah. I'm just thinking about classes and which ones I'm more interested in." He replied shaking his head.
"Okay. Well if you ever want to sit down and talk or need help with anything just let me know." I tell him as I turn to leave him to his thoughts.
"Actually. Saxon, there's something I want to talk with you about." He says.
"Of course, just give me a couple minutes to go put my bag away." I tell him.
"Okay, Thank you." He says as I leave.
I walk quickly to my room and drop my bag on my bed before walking back to the first year dorm. When I enter I close the door before pulling one of the desk chairs over to Neville's bed.
"So, What is it the you wanted to talk about?" I ask him.
"I wanted to ask about what happened on the first day with Harry. I know that he doesn't like to talk about it and I thought maybe you would know something. It's just been something that I can't stop thinking about." He replied.
"Oh. Well, I don't know much about it myself and what I do know, I think you should let Harry tell you. It's not a very pleasant conversation to have, but I'm sure that once he gets some help and away from the situation he's in. Then he will be more willing to talk about it." I tell him.
"Oh. Okay. Well, I'll just wait then." He says.
"Is there anything else on your mind, Neville?" I ask noticing the look on his face as being similar to one I have when I've got more I want to say.
"Actually, Yeah. You seem to know a lot about potions, is it possible that you could help me. I don't want to keep failing when we make them in class and then having Professor Snape yell at me again." He says a bit quietly.
"Certainly. Now what potion is it that seems to be the problem?" I ask.
Neville explains how he hasn't been able to make even the simplest of potions the entire year so far. That strikes me as odd, but only being a third year there isn't much I can do to see if there's anything wrong with him. So, for the next couple of hours I sit in there with Neville and help him with being able to brew a few different potions. At first I help him but once I think he's got it, I test him by letting him make it himself. It takes a couple of try's but he eventually manages to make the cure for boils which was the first potion that dad would have had them make for him.
"Neville, put some of that into a vile and I'll take it over to Professor Snape for you." I tell him knowing just how afraid of my dad he is.
We had been talking while working on his potions ability and I had gotten to know quite a bit about his home life. I had told him a little about mine but left out the fact that Professor Snape was my dad. He nodded and filled one of his viles before handing it to me.
"Okay. I think this is definitely a good start, and we can always work on this every evening. That is if you'd like." I tell him pocketing the potion.
"I think I'd like that. Maybe then I'll be able to do this in class some time." He tells me smiling as he cleans up His equipment.
"Alright, and maybe I can convince Professor Snape to let us use the potions classroom every once in a while. That way you can get used to the setting." I say standing up and getting ready to head to the door.
"Okay. Thank you for this Saxon." He says.
I nod and leave. I get to the common room and see that the other first years were starting to head to their dorms. Cedric comes over as I continue towards the portrait hole.
"Where are you going Saxon? It's almost curfew." He says.
"I'm going to see my dad. It's something that I don't think should wait." I tell him.
"Alright, just be careful." He says pulling me into a quick hug before letting me go.
I nod and head out the door, once I'm in the corridor I take of at a brisk walk so that I make it to dad's office before I should be in my common room. When I get to his door I knock.
"Come in Saxon." He says from inside.
"Dad, I need to speak with you about one of the first year Hufflepuffs." I tell him taking a seat across from him.
"Why?" He asks looking up form someone's essay.
"Because. He's from my common room and he managed to brew this tonight. I was helping him but I had asked him to brew this himself after I had given him a few tips and pointers on a few different try's before this one." I tell him pulling out Neville's potion.
Dad looks at it before raising an eyebrow. "And who was this first year?" He asked.
"Neville Longbottom. I also got talking with him and while he's grown up with family that cares for him, he was never taught anything. He's been extremely nervous ever since he got his letter. He lives with his grandmother because both his parents were tortured to insanity, he's afraid of what could happen to him or anyone that he gets close to." I explain.
"Ah, that one. He's a complete dunderhead in class. Are you sure that you didn't brew this?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm positive. Dad, I'm fine with tutoring him if it means that he's able to pass your class. In fact I was wondering if maybe we could use your classroom so that he can get used to the setting and maybe then he won't be such a 'dunderhead' in your class. He's actually quite smart when it comes to the plants that go into potions and once I explained how Herbology can actually help with Potions he seemed to understand everything a bit better." I told him.
"Fine. You may tutor him, and you have access to my classroom. Now I would like to ask you something." He says.
"Alright, What is it?" I ask.
"What would you think if we asked Harry to come to the manor for Yule, your father and I have talked and we have asked your siblings. They are both fine with gaining another sibling, and Alex was actually the one to suggest asking him. I just wanted your opinion, that and Tom and I were thinking about asking him about the adoption on Christmas." Dad said.
"Okay. Tell Alex to ask him. Anyway, I should be getting back to the common room." I say standing up.
"Alright. Goodnight Saxon. Oh, can you let Longbottom know that his potion earns him an E. I'd like you to keep working through the potions, I'm sure you remember the order they belong in." He says.
"Yes, I remember. I'll let him know in the morning, I bet he's already in bed or he's at least getting ready for bed." I tell him.
I left shortly after that with a note in case I ran into anyone on my way back to the common room.