Author: Sandy Justine
Pairing(s): Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter
Summary: Neville ruminates about what is, what was and what could have been. And sometimes, he realises, you have to make do with what you have and what is being offered to you. It can make for the best option, regardless.
Rec Expl.: oh, this one aches. It gets under your skin and stays there to haunt you. It is a short piece of literary art in my opinion. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this fic, because I truthfully lost count. This one sucks you in, latches on and never ever lets you go. Not many people can write like this, less can write a decent Harry, let alone a believable Neville, and very few can produce a gem like this one. I know the pairing is an unusual one to most of you, but it works, it so works. Nev/Harry has been a secret weakness of mine, but with this emotive and striking fic I gladly relinquish the secrecy for recognition. This was my first foray in the world of H/N and it convinced me of the possibility immediately. If you think that Nev/Harry can’t possibly work, give this fic a chance. You’ll gladly board this ship. Go read, now! And don’t give me that S*** about it not being your pairing, this just ‘Is’. Shoo!
Neville almost didn't rejoin the Defense Association sixth year. The DA was more official now, with Professor Dumbledore checking in on meetings and Blaise Zabini from Slytherin hovering in the corners. He didn't like the way it made him feel about the rest of school -- as though school were just the way they passed the time while preparing for war.
But, as usual, he'd gone along anyway. Privately Neville thought this was how armies were really made -- you signed up because your friends were fighting. You signed up because you couldn't imagine the look of disgust on your gran's face if you didn't. You signed up because your father would have done, and your mother, too.
And because eventually, no matter how you hid, they'd come for you, too.