Being There (Wanting Harry, Pt 66)
Title: Being There
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: PG-13
Challenge(s): Prompt 454: Biscuit for
neville100. And Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge # 180: react, realize, reassure for
enchanted_jae.
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 66 of Wanting Harry series.
Neville came home from work, bone tired. He had to cover a shift for one of his employees who was home sick with a baby. He also hadn't seen Harry or Draco in half a week as they all seemed to have opposite schedules. He knew in two days' time he was going to have a week off, wondering if he could steal both Harry and Draco away to a mini-holiday somewhere far, far away from the prying eyes of the wizarding world.
After he showered, finally able to rest in his bed, his Floo roared. He thought it was his imagination so he waited. There was another spark, he knew someone was trying to connect with him. He had to wonder who it could be because usually, Harry or Draco sent owls, and his grandmother rarely called for him so late in the night.
When he knelt down to answer, he was surprised to discover it was Harry.
"Is everything alright?" Neville asked, trying not to sound worried.
"Yeah…No… Neville… Can I come-can I come through?" Neville thought that Harry sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"Of course, come right through." Neville stood up, taking a few steps back waiting for the colour of the flames to change. Harry stepped through. He looked like a complete mess. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead, and his clothes looked as though he dressed in a hurry, not managing to straighten anything up before rushing to the Floo.
"What's the matter?" Neville asked, immediately closing the distance between them, and pulling Harry in for a hug. His heart was beating fast. While Harry lay his head on Neville's chest, he wondered if Harry could feel it. He'd not seen Harry like this in a while. Maybe not even since the war. There was the one time when they were all having dinner and Harry had told Neville and Draco about his last case which made him all but quit the Aurors but it wasn't like this. Nothing had been like this. Then, Neville realised what the truth could be. How was he so stupid to forget?
"Bad dream, love?" Neville asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hold on Harry tight.
Harry nodded. "It's not been like this in a very long time. I didn't know… I didn't know where to go. It was- I can't forget it. Callen."
"Your friend," Neville asked softly, "the informant?"
He didn't remember if Harry had shared the man's name with them before but he had shared a bit of the story. It was all top-secret, Auror business only. But it had to be about him, didn't it?"
Harry didn't immediately answer but then he nodded again.
"Why don't you go take a shower, Harry?" Neville guided Harry towards the bathroom. "I'll put on some tea and get some biscuits. Have you eaten anything?"
Harry shook his head.
"Okay, well we can't have you getting any better if you don't eat."
Harry obediently followed Neville's orders and took the towel Neville had handed him. Once he was gone, Neville quickly grabbed a piece of parchment but he didn't know what to say or to write to Draco. He jotted down just a few words.
>>Harry's here. Nightmare.<<
He Fire-called Draco's address, throwing the parchment in, before he began to prepare the tea and snacks. He didn't know if Draco would get the message on time or if he'd even come to Neville's. But Neville had to do everything he could to make sure Harry was taken care of. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/832028.html. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s): Neville, Draco, Harry
Rating: PG-13
Challenge(s): Prompt 454: Biscuit for
neville100. And Jae's Monthly Drabble Challenge # 180: react, realize, reassure for
enchanted_jae.
Author's notes: Unbetaed. Part 66 of Wanting Harry series.
Neville came home from work, bone tired. He had to cover a shift for one of his employees who was home sick with a baby. He also hadn't seen Harry or Draco in half a week as they all seemed to have opposite schedules. He knew in two days' time he was going to have a week off, wondering if he could steal both Harry and Draco away to a mini-holiday somewhere far, far away from the prying eyes of the wizarding world.
After he showered, finally able to rest in his bed, his Floo roared. He thought it was his imagination so he waited. There was another spark, he knew someone was trying to connect with him. He had to wonder who it could be because usually, Harry or Draco sent owls, and his grandmother rarely called for him so late in the night.
When he knelt down to answer, he was surprised to discover it was Harry.
"Is everything alright?" Neville asked, trying not to sound worried.
"Yeah…No… Neville… Can I come-can I come through?" Neville thought that Harry sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
"Of course, come right through." Neville stood up, taking a few steps back waiting for the colour of the flames to change. Harry stepped through. He looked like a complete mess. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead, and his clothes looked as though he dressed in a hurry, not managing to straighten anything up before rushing to the Floo.
"What's the matter?" Neville asked, immediately closing the distance between them, and pulling Harry in for a hug. His heart was beating fast. While Harry lay his head on Neville's chest, he wondered if Harry could feel it. He'd not seen Harry like this in a while. Maybe not even since the war. There was the one time when they were all having dinner and Harry had told Neville and Draco about his last case which made him all but quit the Aurors but it wasn't like this. Nothing had been like this. Then, Neville realised what the truth could be. How was he so stupid to forget?
"Bad dream, love?" Neville asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hold on Harry tight.
Harry nodded. "It's not been like this in a very long time. I didn't know… I didn't know where to go. It was- I can't forget it. Callen."
"Your friend," Neville asked softly, "the informant?"
He didn't remember if Harry had shared the man's name with them before but he had shared a bit of the story. It was all top-secret, Auror business only. But it had to be about him, didn't it?"
Harry didn't immediately answer but then he nodded again.
"Why don't you go take a shower, Harry?" Neville guided Harry towards the bathroom. "I'll put on some tea and get some biscuits. Have you eaten anything?"
Harry shook his head.
"Okay, well we can't have you getting any better if you don't eat."
Harry obediently followed Neville's orders and took the towel Neville had handed him. Once he was gone, Neville quickly grabbed a piece of parchment but he didn't know what to say or to write to Draco. He jotted down just a few words.
>>Harry's here. Nightmare.<<
He Fire-called Draco's address, throwing the parchment in, before he began to prepare the tea and snacks. He didn't know if Draco would get the message on time or if he'd even come to Neville's. But Neville had to do everything he could to make sure Harry was taken care of. This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/832028.html. Thanks for reading