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[nny]

Neville brought Harry pepperup, and despaired at the lines of fatigue that marked his face. He muttered:

“I must work harder.”

He asked the lieutenants that all requests come through him, because Harry was resting. He made as many of the decisions as he could.

Neville watched Harry wincing as he moved- a lucky shot had injured him- and insisted Harry sit down.

“I must work harder,” he decided, and toiled without complaint.

Neville saw Harry cornered on a battle field, confronted by Voldemort.

“I must work harder,” he resolved, and dived in front of a jet of green light.


The association came to mind, and I had to write it. Kind of a weak drabble- I didn't get on well with the word count for this one.