#Neville is Harry's godbrother and you should never forget that

[mynamewasasked]

If you are sick and you know it (wait until your godbrother comes)

Summary: Everyone knows that Ron and Hermione are Harry Potter’s best friend. They’re not wrong. But when Harry’s sick, truly sick, it’s not them who show up. Somehow, it’s always Neville. They’ve done this quiet little dance for years: Harry hurting, Neville healing. And maybe—just maybe—Harry finds comfort in their dance. (Or: Harry feels sick as a dog, but luckily, Neville is there to comfort him.) .

Tags: Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Harry Needs a Hug, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter Friendship, Good Friend Neville Longbottom, Neville Longbottom is Harry Potter's Godbrother, Illnesses, caring neville longbottom, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Sick Harry Potter, Fluff, Family Dynamics, Plushies, Comfort

Author: My_name_was_asked

Sick as a Dog

It wasn’t fair that the welcoming feast at Hogwarts had the most delicious food in existence. It certainly wasn’t fair that the treacle tart was the best he had ever eaten, always tempting him to eat more than he should.

Molly was a wonderful cook, no doubt there. However, treacle tart wasn’t her forte. She tried her best, but hers always came out dry and rather crumbly. Nothing comparable to the mouthwatering, heavenly Hogwarts tart.

In a way, he was not surprised this was the result of his gluttony. It was almost predictable. One of the only constants of his life: the first day back at school, Harry Potter could be found puking his guts out from nine to ten in the Gryffindor bathroom. Entrance fee: 5 sickles. It was almost a known fact to all of Hogwarts ─that was just facts.

As so, at nine-thirty, Harry was not surprised to find himself hugging the toilet seat like one would a lover, sick again. He had felt a quick bolt in his stomach in the middle of the feast and had come running back to the dorm as fast as he could.

Feeling his stomach churn, he looked down as he retched again. Only bile had come out. With trembling arms, he wiped his face with his sleeve. Glancing up, he grimaced when he caught his reflection in the mirror. He was drenched in sweat, and his hair was sticking to his forehead. Frankly, he looked like a wet Scabbers in glasses —disgusting and ready to pass out.

The door opening made him turn his head sharply, grimacing at the sudden flash of pain that hit him. He blinked the pain away and saw Neville standing in the doorway, taking in the sight of him. Assessing.

He felt the tips of his ears burn. It was like first year all over again. That year, Neville had been the one to find him and take him to Madame Pomfrey. That year, Harry had promised himself that it would never happen again ─and yet it had. Again, and again, and again.

Neville took a few quick steps toward him, and Harry took that moment to assess him. His eyes traveled up to Neville —he looked concerned (he always did), a muddy globe peeking out of his robes. He had probably just returned from the Greenhouses.

Harry tried to give him a reassuring smile, even though he knew that Neville wasn’t buying it. Instead, he could only grimace at the feeling of dried puke around his lips and the taste in his own mouth. He gagged, suddenly feeling nauseous again. That seemed to spring Neville into action. As he heaved into the toilet again, Neville held his head up and got his hair out of the way.

When he stopped, he saw Neville watching with worried eyes. He ignored him, shame crawling into his belly. ''Coward'', a voice suspiciously Malfoy-like hissed in his ear. He ignored that too. Neville sighed and grabbed a towel, soaking it at the sink. This exact scene had repeated enough times for him to know that he wouldn’t get anything from Harry.

Soon, Harry's face was in Neville's hands as he wiped his mouth. Harry didn’t protest—he had done enough of that in his third year. Besides, he was too tired now.

"Sick again this year, huh?"

Neville asked, almost accusingly. He had lost the pitying, understanding tone after the fourth time. Harry could only nod.

He always thought of telling him about the Dursleys ─how he dreaded going home every summer, the cot under the stairs, the hunger. For a second, he imagined himself doing it, opening his mouth, letting it all out. He didn’t, he never did.

Neville took a deep breath, sounding awfully defeated. His hands wrapped a little tighter around Harry's waist, and Harry felt his eyes water. Neville nodded, exhausted ─he didn’t believe him. He probably knew more than he let on, but he never asked. Harry was grateful for that, even though he resented Neville a bit for it.

Neville squeezed Harry's hand before hitting him with a charm, a cousin of the hangover cure —or so Neville said. It made Harry feel better, though.

"I am going to grab the salts," Neville said, letting the door open as he left.

"You spoil me."

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[mynamewasasked]

Hey, I know the Regulus adopts Harry trope is all fun and games and I love it but like you can't honestly tell me that he wouldn't (also) cuasi-adopt Draco, Luna and Neville because like

Are you seriously telling me that Regulus wouldn't be the proud uncle of his favourite cousin's son!? He would probably steal Draco at least twice a week!

That he wouldn't have his bestie's daughter at his house as many days as the year have? He would probably take Luna and Harry on vacations. To the beach or the mountains together they go. And when Pandora died he would offer all the help possible to Xenophilius, and he would tell Luna, just as he does Harry, stories of her mum, and she had always been his Soulmate even though they would never have a romantic relationship. Also he would raise hell the first time he heard about Luna being bullied.

Then whe have Neville, who is such a sweet kid, and after hearing that it was his cousin the one that did that to his parents he can't help but feels guilty. So he goes and apologises to Augusta. And somehow, she had just lost her son, and she feels old, and has found herself raising a toddler. So she accepts his apology, because he's young and somehow he reminds him a little to the boy she lost. So she cries, and is Regulus the one that is there that day and many others. And from that moment on, Neville becomes a common fixture to Regulus's house. There aren't going to be any window child dropping this time around.

And Harry couldn't be happier, it was strange at first. Finding himself suddenly in the care of this man child of wizard. But he feels safe. And loved. Oh so loved. So he never felt jealous when kids started appearing, in fact he is just happy about it all in general. Having a parent, having siblings, and cousin and a sister in all but blood. So he feels content.

Also, Regulus having to send three of his children to Howarts at the same time is just an emotional wreck