Harry Potter One-Shots

Remembrall (Neville Longbottom)

WORD COUNT: 1151

I never, ever, ever would've guessed that my last year at Hogwarts would be spent under the watchful eye of a group of Death Eaters, learning literal Dark magic and living in constant fear for my life. But, of course, these things are rather hard to predict, aren't they?

The only bright spot in this entire nightmare of a life was Neville. He was much different than the boy I sat next to in fourth year Herbology. He had grown up, both physically and mentally. When he came back from summer vacation at the beginning of sixth year and now towered above the rest of the boys in our year, tanned from working outside and finally carrying some muscle instead of baby fat, I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of him. Of course, he had seen some terrible things at the end of fifth year, in the Ministry with Harry Potter. I admired that about him; his bravery. No one else seems to recognize it, but I did.

With Harry, Ron, and Hermione gone from seventh year, along with a large part of our year (either fighting for or against the Dark Lord, who's to say?), my last year of school had felt quite empty, but at least I had Neville to fill in some of the space. We had grown quite close, looking out for the younger students together and finding small ways to enjoy ourselves and fight back against the regime whenever we could.

As I sat in the library, N.E.W.T.-level Charms book open in front of me along with a half-finished essay, I couldn't help but think of what would happen when we graduated. That is, assuming we ever did graduate. First, we'd have to survive. I didn't want to never see Neville again, but he wanted to be a professor, and I had already received a job offer at St. Mungo's as an apprentice Healer. Those were both very time-consuming jobs, and although they both were certainly gratifying, did not offer much room for a social life in the first few years of building that career.

The thought of my life without Neville in it, plus the overwhelming sense of dread in regards to the whole situation with Voldemort and his followers taking over the world as we knew it, made me feel quite unsettled. I snapped my Charms book shut, earning a glare from a few students huddled together at the table next to me, and shoved the essay into my bag. I hurried out of the library with only one thought on my mind - to find Neville. He would know what to say. He was always the one to comfort me when I got into one of these moods.

I hurried through the halls toward the Gryffindor common room. Right as I was rounding the corner to the portrait of the Fat Lady, I collided with something very solid, and wearing a knitted sweater.

"Y/N? What are you running around like that f- oof!" I flung my arms around Neville's neck, standing on my tiptoes to do so, and a feeling of safety immediately enveloped me when he instinctively fastened his arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry... I just, I can't stop thinking about what we're supposed to do after N.E.W.T.s and graduation, and..." I trailed off, pulling away and wiping a few tears off my cheeks that I hadn't noticed were there. Neville looked at me, concern written on his face.

"Are you just stressed about exams, Y/N, or is there something else going on?" he asked sympathetically. I shook my head, suddenly feeling like there was a knot in my throat that stopped me from talking. That was the nice thing about Neville - sometimes, we didn't have to talk. He always just knew.

Silently, we walked to the Fat Lady's portrait and Neville gave her the password ("Sectumsempra") and we sat together on one of the plush red couches in the Gryffindor common room. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his chest, where I spent a good five minutes having a nice cry.

When I had reached the point of coherent speech again, I explained to him what I had been thinking about in the library in full word-vomit fashion. The whole time, he listened and didn't interrupt once, nodding his head every so often. When I was done speaking, and rather out of breath, he pulled his Remembrall out of his bag and held it out for me to take.

"My gran sent me this first year," he began. "I used to forget things a lot. I mean, I still do, but not so much anymore. Anyways, it's been really handy to have around, but I haven't had much use for it anymore. You know why?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Because for everything that's important, I always think about you. I haven't forgotten a Herbology assignment since I met you in fourth year because I always am able to think back to that day's class and what you were doing to help me remember what went on during the lesson. I never forget my gran's birthday anymore, because it's the same day as yours. And I couldn't tell you the last time I forgot to pack a quill for class or study hall, not after the time I tried to take a Potions exam with one of those Weasley joke quills you gave me. I guess what I'm trying to say is... I love you, Y/N, and I have for a long time. I don't care if you don't feel the same way, I just had to say it. I never want to see my life without you in it, even if that means I have to get myself admitted to St. Mungo's every other week just to see you. I'll do it. If you don't feel the same, that's fine, really, I just -"

I cut off his nervous rambling the only way I could think of. I pressed my lips to his suddenly, feeling him stiffen with shock for a split second before loosening up and kissing me back. Something about kissing Neville, my best friend, felt so right I didn't know why I hadn't done it before. Hell, it felt like we'd been doing this all along. Our lips moved in sync, and Neville's hand moved to encircle my waist while mine shifted to grab his face and try to pull him closer than he already was.

"You're never going to need that damn Remembrall again Neville Longbottom," I smiled breathlessly when I pulled away, and the only thing better than the look of pure joy on his face was the feeling when he leaned back in for another long kiss full of long-held emotions finally being let out.

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A/N: Guys, this one made me feel thingssssss... I'm not a Neville girl but for some reason I just really got into this one and really felt his character, maybe it had something to do with the fact that Matthew Lewis is SO HOT now that he got old, but idk man. Anyways, enjoy.