RainisFalling13
Neville was in St. Mungos, there to visit his parents like he always did, each Sunday afternoon after he'd graduated Hogwarts three years ago.
As he entered the Janus Thickey Ward, which had housed his parents the last 19 years, he glimpsed someone he recognised.
Black hair, round glasses, green eyes. Familiar, but the person who looked back at his was not one he recognised.
He watched the nurse that frequently watched over his parents rush to the familiar stranger.
"Mr. Potter. You know you can't leave your room!" She chastised.
Harry glanced at the woman before turning wide eyed on Neville.
"Who's dat?" He asked, much like a kid would.
Neville felt his heart jump. That was Harry. It could be no one else. What had happened to him to make him like this? Was he in an accident? Attacked? Why had the news not reported it?
The nurse glanced over at Neville before slotting her body between them as of to hide Harry's presence from the other. Clearly no one was to know about what happened to their Saviour.
"Nobody, dear. Come on! How about we visit Gilderoy while your up, and then we can go back to your room with your toys! How does that sound?"
Harry clapped and grabbed the nurse's hand, dragging them down the hall.
Neville had to take a moment to tell himself this was actually happening and not a dream. Or rather, a nightmare.