Harry Potter and the Passionate Revelare Potion

Harry Potter and the Passionate Revelare Potion. Chapter Two: Diagnosis Established

Harry started his search for Neville in the Gryffindor common room, the place where Neville spent most of his time while in Hogwarts, but to no use. Neville could not be found in the common room, nor the boys' dormitory. He continued his search, stopping by the library and the Great Hall to look, but he wasn't there either. When asked, a fourth-year Hufflepuff boy, said he had seen Neville walking around out by Greenhouse number eight. Harry thought that somewhat strange. Greenhouse number eight had been closed down twelve years ago after a seven-year Ravenclaw girl had got vaporised somehow. What would Neville be doing out there? Either way, Harry made his way outside, taking a different route than he usually did to avoid bumping into Ron or Hermione, and walked towards Greenhouse number eight.

It lay about fifty meters away from the other Greenhouses as it had been magically moved, and sealed shut, by McGonagall and Flitwick to make sure no students walked in to it by mistake and maybe got hurt. Or killed. As he closed in on it, Harry saw a tiny light from inside the greenhouses and assumed it was Neville. But how could he have got inside? He wasn't good at charms and he must have used one, or several, to break Flitwick's seal. Harry sneaked closer and tried to see what Neville was up to. He peered over the window ledge ever so slightly and saw Neville move about through the dirty window glass. Neville had a Lumos charm on his wand, but dampened. He probably didn't want anyone to see him from the castle, but since it was reaching ten o'clock and curfew time, the smallest light lit could be seen from the castle. Harry was just about to knock on the window when Neville said something to himself. It was hard to make out. "....where's that bottle? ... left it around here somewhe....Got to make some new! The old one is wearing off...."

Harry decided that whatever Neville was up to, it was obviously something he didn't want anyone to know about and since it had nothing to do with Harry, he sneaked away as quiet as before and returned to the castle. What on earth was Neville up to? How could he have found a way to break to Flitwick's seal? And what exactly was wearing off? Too many questions all at once. Harry decided to postpone his talk with Neville and to be honest, he didn't know if he should talk to Neville about his dreams anymore.

The following night, Harry dreamed the same dream again, even more intense than before, if possible. His penis was throbbing when he woke up and he immediately started masturbating to ease the tension. Afterwards, when he'd finished himself off and wiped all the goo away, he sat up slightly and gazed around the common room. Watching the sunrise was getting boring by now. Dean was sleeping soundly, Seamus had knocked his pillow off the bed and slept in a very strange pose and Ron was snoring loudly. So loud, in fact, that the drapes around his bed moved form the seismic waves caused by his snoring. But wait a minute! Where's Neville? His bed hadn't been slept in at all, it seemed. Harry got his glasses and rushed downstairs to the first floor and opened the huge doors leading outside and made his way to Greenhouse number eight. Since it was the last place he'd seen Neville it was logical to start looking for him there, wasn't it? As Harry approached he saw the tattered old front door wide open and slightly off its hinges. Harry stepped inside and looked around. There was crushed glass all over the ground and boxes containing old dead plants and potions for plant growth were scattered over the place. "What the hell happened here?" Harry said lowly. A rustling noise was heard from the far back corner of the Greenhouse. Harry held his wand ready for some monster to jump out at him any second as he walked, nervously, towards the origin of the noise.

"Who...who's there?" a shaken voice asked from the dark corner. Harry barely recognised Neville's voice as it was on the verge of tears and it sounded like he'd been crying for hours. "Neville? Is that you? What happened to you?" Harry said and began to see Neville more clearly where he lay curled up in the dark. His robes were torn and looked as if they had been set on fire. His shirt and pants were in the same state and Neville's hair and face was covered in soot. A deep gash across Neville's left cheek, of which the blood had begun to coagulate, made Harry wonder, stronger now than before, just exactly what had happened here.

Harry helped Neville to his feet and dusted some of the soot off his face.

"What the hell happened here, Neville," Harry asked. Neville coughed from the flying soot around his face.

"Nothing. Nothing at all, Harry," he said. Harry looked at him with a look that said "oh come off it!" and Neville knew the look and understood that he couldn't fool Harry one bit. "I was looking around this Greenhouse last night, because I was interested in its history, and I noticed that the door was open so I stepped inside. I was looking around when something broke the glass over there." He said and pointed to a broken window close to the entrance. "I thought it was a bird that hit the window or something, but then a whizzing and popping noise was heard and a big cloud of smoke filled the place," Neville said. Harry knew what had been thrown inside the Greenhouse.

"A bunch of Dungbombs and Smoke Screamers," Harry said.

"Yes! That's it. Anyway, one of the Dungbombs must have knocked some potion over and set it on fire because the next thing I knew, sparks were flying all over the place and torched my robes. I got so frightened that I fell over and hit my head on the table and passed out," Harry examined the cut on Neville's face. He ran his finger over it softly to see if it was still bleeding or not. It wasn't, but Harry didn't get a chance to tell Neville. Before Harry knew what was happening, Neville had placed his hand on Harry neck and pulled him close and kissed him!

Harry pushed Neville away and looked at him with a shocked expression on his face. "What...Why did you do that?" Harry said. Neville looked equally confused and stuttered for a while without getting anything said. Then he started crying. Few things made Harry melt and seeing a fat pubescent boy cry was one of them. Harry felt bad for acting so crude.

"Don't ... Don't cry, Neville," he said, but to no use. Neville sniffled some more and pushed past Harry and ran out of the Greenhouse and up to the castle. Harry lingered in Greenhouse number eight for a good twenty minutes before he decided to do the bidding of his stomach; eat breakfast!

Harry entered the Great Hall, which only had a handful of students eating so far as it was still very early in the morning, and he took his usual seat. Neville was not there. Hermione, on the other hand, was.

"What were you been up to last night, Romeo?" Hermione snickered and almost choked on her cereal. Harry looked at her confused. When she got no reply, Hermione pointed it out for him.

"You have a big kiss mark smeared on you lips, Harry! Who's the lucky lady, if I may ask?" she said and snickered even more. Harry realised it must have been the soot from Neville's face that had rubbed off. He quickly wiped it off. He was blushing madly and looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. But he was in luck this time. Hermione was still smiling and snickering. Harry knew he couldn't escape this one. He leaned in closer and whispered.

"It was Neville," he said as low as he could.

"WHAT?!" Hermione exclaimed and Harry immediately shushed her.

"He was out by Greenhouse eight last night and this morning when I woke up from that damned dream again...oops!" Harry said. He hadn't told anyone that he'd had more than one dream.

"You dreamt another dream?" Hermione said. Harry waved his hands irritably as if to say "forget that part, it isn't important now" and continued whispering.

"He wasn't in the dormitory this morning. He hadn't slept at all last night. So I went down to Greenhouse eight..." he was cut off.

"Greenhouse eight? What could he be doing in there? It's been closed down for ages," Hermione said.

"Will you just listen to me? Please?" Harry said. Hermione settled and listened to the rest of the story and raised an eyebrow a little here and there when she heard details that were strange to her.

"...and then he just kissed me! Flat out kissed me. I backed away and asked him why, but then he started crying and ran up to the castle," Harry finished. More students were coming in to eat breakfast and it was getting a bit too crowded for Hermione's taste.

"Let's talk more about this after dinner. We both have some free time then," she said. Harry agreed just as Ron came and joined them.

This day was a little better than Monday, with its classes of pure evil, according to Ron, as it had Charms and Defence against the Dark Arts. Many people outside of Hogwarts had been reluctant to let Remus Lupin back teaching Defence against the Dark Arts, because of his background, but they had agreed as he had done well in the first fight against Voldemort upon his return last year. And the parents were afraid for their children's lives so a good dueller was welcome. And he was the only one that wanted the position anyway as its reputation had begun to grow outside the school and was scaring potential teachers off quite effectively.

Harry and Hermione told Ron about the strange behaviour Neville had displayed last night and his reactions surprised the two.

"I had a feeling he was gay when he didn't follow up on his opportunity with Ginny after the Yule ball in fourth year," Ron said.

"I thought you didn't want anyone chasing after Ginny," Harry asked. Ron shrugged.

"I don't want some arch bastard after Ginny. But Neville is kind, even if he may look like an idiot from time to time, I'd rather have him as my brother in law than, let's say Seamus." Ron said. Hermione frowned.

"Why wouldn't you want Seamus as your brother in law? He's perfectly good and descent, isn't he?" she asked. Harry and Ron laughed at the exact same time.

"You haven't seen what he pulls sometimes at night in the dormitory," Harry said.

"Complete bastard material," Ron said.

"What does he do then?" asked Hermione, but neither Harry nor Ron answered her; they kept on laughing until Professor Lupin entered the classroom.

"Hello, Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs and welcome to your first lesson in Defence Against the Dark Arts for six-years," Lupin said. Everyone liked Lupin and now that he had got a raised pay for teaching he had spent most of it on a new wardrobe and didn't look as scruffy as he'd done in third year. His robes were deep purple with a light brown lining, matching his hair. It was cheap clothes, but a few steps better than what he used to wear, and many girls in his class noticed and sat be-dazzled by him all through the class. Some boys too, but not as obvious.

"They are going to get the absolute lowest grades if they don't snap out of their meaningless crush soon," Hermione said, looking at them in disgust.

"What about your crush on Gilderoy Lockhart, then?" Ron asked. Hermione shot him a look of death and they spoke no more of it. They discussed Lupin's class and found no flaw in it at all. He made them spend the first half of the lesson speaking about all of the qualities, good and bad, of the creature they were learning about, and then they would spend the latter part of the lesson practising to actually fight the creature. Very exciting, Harry thought.

Charms was just as it always had been and there was no problem with that. But other than that the day was uneventful until Hermione, Harry and Ron sat down in the common room after dinner, just before they had Care of Magical Creatures, and continued their conversation from earlier that morning. They had just filled Ron in on the details of Neville's visit of Greenhouse number eight when Neville himself walked in to the common room. They were the only ones there as most of the other Gryffindors, and plenty of students from other houses for that matter, spent their dinner break out in the last remaining days of sunny weather. The conversation that had been vivid just a few seconds ago suddenly went as quiet as in a tomb. Neville knew they had been talking about him; he could see it in their faces. He crossed his arms and glared at them one by one; Harry last. Then he spoke.

"So. Let's talk about this, shall we?"