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Neville Longbottom (onceinhislife) wrote in wariscoming,

Neville had all but moved into Ginny's flat by that point. Sure, he went home to shower and change, but he wasn't leaving her alone. It was rare that anything happened they couldn't talk about. Since the day he'd found her freaking out over bloody Tom Riddle and his horrible treatment of her, she'd come to him when she needed to talk. The fact that they hadn't really talked about what had happened in their alternative worlds, not even once, scared him a little.

Or, well, a lot.

When she showed up at his side, he barely glanced up. Despite her words, he really wasn't sure whether or not to believe her. At least she was finally talking to him. Even if it did involve the weather or what had been on the telly or did you see what so and so had posted on the computer thing. But then she finally spoke and he turned off what he'd been watching and turned to face her.

He didn't have to ask who. Not when she mentioned first year. "Like first year?" he asked, his voice just as soft as hers. "Just like first year?" With fucking Voldemort living in her head. God...two weeks of that?