Word Count: 1746 (oneshot)
Genre: Drama, light slash
Characters: Harry, Neville
Synopsis: In the days following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, Harry has trouble sleeping. He decides to talk to the one person who might understand.
Timeline: June 1996
Disclaimer: I am not J. K. Rowling. I own nothing. Please don't sue me.
Author's Note: I don't write trio-generation fic very often, and I never write trio-generation slash. But I've been rereading OotP, and this tiny, fluffy bunny would not leave me alone. Why is this pairing not more popular? Feedback is my drug of choice. As usual, please report any errors or inconsistencies.
Ever since that horrible night the previous week, and the dawn revelations in Dumbledore's office, Harry had been very aware of Neville. Watching his movements, listening to his words, noticing quirks of his personality he had never seen before. Neville, who might so easily have had Harry's life, had it not been for some unfathomable notion of Voldemort's that Harry posed the greater threat.