Who: Harry and Neville (and Teddy) When: Late Friday Night (early Saturday morning?) Where: Harry and Teddy's room What: Neville can't sleep, apparently neither can Harry Rating: well, Teddy's there, so it'll probably stay pretty low Incomplete
As Neville approached Harry's door he found himself thinking about the two of them, about how interconnected, yet completely detached their lives were. He wondered if their parents ever spent nights like this, maybe after order meetings, bringing the two of them together, maybe with Ron and his parents as well. The beginnings of there lives were so parallel, their parents, the prophecy, even their birthdays, yet they grew up so radically different. Though, one thing he knew, they were still connected in a sad and strange way. They'd both grown without parents, without siblings, without the love they both craved. Admittedly Neville's situation had been better, but his Gran had never been one for simple praise or physical affection. He knew she loved him, but she didn't like to show it. They'd both been predetermined to fight this war and while again, Neville's role was much easier, they'd both had to grow up far too quickly.
And then he thought about Teddy, about how the beginnings of his life were already so rough, so similar to theirs. He lost his parents to the war, and now possibly his grandmother to this disease, and while he didn't like to think about it, he may loose his magic, before he even knows he has it. Neville was determined then, that if he could do anything about it, Neville would do everything he could to keep Teddy from growing up like he and Harry had. Neville had respected Professor Lupin immensely, he knew Lupin too would have had a hard childhood, he too would have matured too early and never known many of the simple, childhood pleasures. Teddy deserved a childhood and if Neville was going to be involved, he'd make sure Teddy would get one.
He knocked on Harry's door quietly, not knowing if Teddy was awake.