It was Christmas time, lights were decked in all the houses dormitories. After coming back from the mission Neville was still a bit shaken from meeting his parents torturers and getting the Cruciatus Curse used on him. Sitting in the Gryffindor common room as you entered his lovely girlfriend, you may have been from a different house but he loved you deeply. It’s been a while since he saw you, the medical wing after the battle. He felt a bit bad, last time he saw you only for a bit before they told you—you had to go, you had tears in your eyes and were terrified. Hell he couldn’t blame you, he broke his nose and he had a unforgivable curse used on him.

His eyes softened as you entered, you still had an almost teary look in your eyes as you ran over to him and hugged him. His face flushed up as you did so, he always got flustered no matter how long you had been dating. It’s been a bit, you started dating just small gestures and touches in 4th year, it was almost 6th year. He could never get used to how pretty you were. How you choose him. You were all that went through his head when he was held back as the Cruciatus Curse was used on him, he could leave you. All he could think of was making it back to you.

Softly he heard you cry into his shoulder, he straightened his back. He was tall; 6’0ft tall; he towered over most of the people he called his “friends” as of now. He gentle pulled you closer to him, embracing you as he whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry, I should have told you.” He didn’t. He wasn’t sorry not even a bit, he wanted to keep you safe, you would have gotten hurt if you went. He didn’t want that. That couldn’t happen, you were all he had that loved him and knew him. Risking you was off the table. He wouldn’t allow it. But he wanted to make sure you felt better; he was a bad lier but he tried.