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G R Y F F I N D O R
Was the word that made Hogwarts horrid to stay at. Every second, NO. Millisecond Neville was in his dorm he wanted to go home and cry to his dad's about how fucking annoying and destructive his dorm mates were. Not that he wasn't destructive himself. Snape's pissed off scowl every time he figures out Neville blew up the cauldron on purpose made Hogwarts worth staying at.
And pissing off Umbridge now makes it even better. I mean, yelling profanity during Umbridge's speech was funny as fuck
Neville dragged his bag inside his dormitory the red is horrendous, if only it was a sage green. Neville groaned rolling his eyes as soon as he set his eyes on Harry fucking Potter. Who seemed to be getting yelled at by the rest of his dorm mates. 'Feel my pain dickwad.' Neville smirked at the sight. Apparently they were talking about the prophet and that Seamus had a chance he couldn't go back this year. "Damn I must be the unluckiest man in the world, you're telling me I had a chance you didn't go to Hogwarts this year?" Neville suddenly joked.
Seamus looked at him "SHUT UP YOU WANKER!" He yelled at Neville who flinched a little bit but laughed walking to his room "god the prophet is a joke!" he yelled to everyone as he entered his dorm room.
Neville closed the door behind him and groaned, rubbing his face "god, VOLDEMORT?! Back again? This is bullshit." He rubbed his temples, laying on his bed and staring at the roof of the canopy.
Weasley stormed in "they're all wankers." He grumbled to Potter who walked in after him throwing his bag, intending for it to go on his bed but it hit one of Neville's plant pots. Making it fall over and smash. Potter looked at Weasley with a thousand yard stare. Neville got up and walked over to the broken pots with a deadpan stare he learnt from one of his fathers.. "Rosier- Longbottom. Uh. Whatever you go by". That made Neville look at the other boy. Where the fuck? "What?" He asked with a confused face "the fuck you mean Longbottom?" He asked
Harry looked like he just found out something horrifying "you don't.. you don't know?" He asked Neville. Who looked even more confused. "You're a Longbottom. Your full name is Neville Frank Longbottom." Harry told him. Neville felt his knees weaken and everything stopped
No.
Absolutely not
What? His entire life... He.
Wait. Why didn't...
"Neville!" Potters insufferable voice greeted his awakening "you passed out." He sighed, holding Neville's shoulders Neville just glared at the space in front of him as if it personally caused him harm "don't call me.." Neville muttered before grunting. "Yeah you hit your head pretty bad, serves you for being a right prick" Weasley cackled Neville glared directly at him. Pushing himself up to a sitting position.
"Shut up you prick. I'm having a fucking mental crisis." He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head with a groan. Potter just watched him with a frown. "Guess that just gives me another reason to be how I am." Neville muttered. Standing up and throwing himself in bed.
Longbottom?
How on earth could he be a Longbottom, his biological family would hate him..?
His dad seem to love him.
That's all that matters.. right??
Why didn't anyone tell him until now?
Neville shot into a sitting position, breathing shakily. His head turned to look at Potter. He has found respect for his honesty. Neville slipped out of bed and went to check if he was alright, he was writhing in pain "potter!" Neville whisper yelled
No response. Mother fucker. Neville grabbed his shoulders "Pottah!" He tried again with Draco's pronunciation
Still nothing. Of course! "Poh-ttah" Neville tried again. Giving Potter a little shake. Potter grabbed his wrist and squeezed it, digging his nails into Neville's wrist.
But he didn't wake up "Harry!" Neville spoke in his full voice. Which made Harry wake up immediately and give him a weird look "finafuckingly" Neville rolled his eyes "are you alright?" He asked the green eyed boy. Harry groaned and shook his head. Neville climbed into his bed and gave him a hug "I haven't really done this, tell me if it's uncomfortable." He whispered into Harry's ear.
Harry was tense for a good while before hugging him back and crying into his shoulder "why are you hugging me?" He asked the other boy. Who chuckled into his ear "just because you have a little scar doesn't mean you're strong. Everyone needs at least one person to comfort them." he told Harry. Who gasped and looked into his dark brown eyes.
Neville smiled "my dads used to work for the dark lord before they, well.. took me." He told Harry. The other boy reached up to fix Neville's hair "your roots are blonde" he mused, staring at the black hair. Neville chuckled "I know, I dye it"
Harry held him close "so, your parents love you?" He asked. Neville nodded and smiled softly hiding his face in Harry's pajama shirt. "at least, they treat me like they do." He told Harry. Who sighed. Neville sat up properly. "I value honesty a lot" he told Harry.
Harry stared at his shirt. It was an ACDC shirt "Harry?" He asked the boy who traced the lightning bolt on his shirt. Neville tried his best not to laugh "like the shirt? I have a few more." He told the smaller boy.
Harry looked up at him "you wouldn't-" he was cut off by another band shirt being thrown on-top of his head "call it an early birthday present." Neville told Harry.
"My birthday is in July"
"No way mine too"
"July 31st"
"July 30th!"
They both stared at each other with wonder. Such close birthdays.
~*⚡*~
Okay so Umbridge is horrid.
Neville walked into the dorm room with a sigh. "What were you doing out so late!" Granger yelled. Harry's hand was in a bowl full of a liquid, Neville guesses is horklump juice or something similar
"Are you going to answer me?" Granger growls. Neville walks over and crosses his arms "well well. What is going on here?" He asked the three "harry had detention with Umbridge" Granger answered before harry could. Neville looked at him. Harry glared back "can you tell us why you were out now, prick?" Weasley asked. Neville hummed and looked at the ginger "wouldn't you like to know, Weather Boy?" He joked. Harry laughed which made him proud. "Why are you laughing Harry!" Weasley asked
"Do you think I'm charming?" Neville asked Harry. The green eyed boy calmed his giggling and sighed, looking at Weasley "he's actually quite nice if you get his favour" harry told Weasley "and how do you know you have it.?" Granger asked. Neville just is questioning if they still know he's here.
"I call you by your first name.?" He tells her. Looking at the poofy haired girl. Granger sighed. Neville sat next to Harry "so what are you guys talking about?" He hummed
"We were thinking of making a way to teach students DADA because umbridge is useless" Granger spoke the truth, does that mean she trusts him? "oh? Breaking the rules are we? Sounds fun!" Neville cooed. Leaning on Harry to get close to Granger so he could hear her better
"We're not telling everyone." Granger groaned Neville hummed. Thinking "well, my papa told me about this room called the room of requirement. It's where him, dad, and Regulus Black studied." He told Granger. Who's head quickly turned to look at him "Apparently it gives you everything you require" he finished speaking.
"Where is it located?"
"Apparently the seventh floor corridor but it's unplottable so it's not on your silly map." Neville hummed. Granger looked at him with a smirk "thanks Neville!" She hummed and wrote stuff down on a piece of paper.
Neville was surprised. She just called him by his first name "you're welcome, Hermione." He said quietly. Sitting down properly next to Harry. Harry smirked at him "found yourself a crush?" He asked him. Neville gave him a look "I'm gay" he told Harry who suddenly looked surprised. Blushing a little "oh!"
Neville got up and walked to his room. After a while harry joined him. Neville was half asleep when he felt the bed dip and a body lay on top of him. Neville half consciously placed a hand on the person's head.
Being a Gryffindor is nice.. I guess