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"Yes, I noticed." The green eyed teen said, closing his eyes and allowing the rhythmic movement of the train to relax him a little before he continued. "It's not like we have ever been close; it's sad, considering he's my twin, but it's the truth." He halted once more, realizing he had never told anybody -except his father- how he felt about his waning relationship with his twin. "But the last few weeks, after he found out about the Firebolt and Sev and, well, this," he stated waving a hand over his face, indicating the absence of any glamour spell, "Adrian has acted completely different. Not always, of course; but I can't help like feeling he barely tolerates me sometimes. It's as if he's angry at me all of a sudden?" The last sentence he had uttered was worded as a question, but Harry couldn't help wondering just how correct his assessment might be.
"Angry?" Neville asked, his face pensive. "I don't know. Maybe. But not at you, no." That only served to make Harry more confused than before.
"If not at me then…"
"I think Adrian is a bit angry. Maybe with reason." Neville paused, looking at his brother in earnest, trying to find the right words to phrase what he wanted to say. Harry on his part simply sat there, silent and unmoving, trying to understand what Neville was insinuating.
"But why?"
"Well, he's a fourteen year old teenager that has spent half his life training to fight a Dark Lord." Harry's eyes widened in shock, his brain going on overdrive as Neville continued. "He has never really been able to do what he wanted to but I think, up to recently, he didn't truly mind. He has his friends, he has had the past three years that, although dangerous, you have told me Adrian has considered as one big adventure." Harry nodded, following his brother's thoughts.
"And you think he finally realized he could what? Do more? Be more?" Neville shrugged noncommittally.
"Not quite." Neville offered. "Look, Harry, up to recently, I had no idea what it was like to have a brother." At that Harry smiled; deep down, up to recently, he too had never realized what it truly meant, having a brother. "But Adrian has always seen himself as the older twin; the one with the responsibilities, the one that has to deal with the crazy stuff that happens around your family."
"So what? He wants more responsibilities, you think?" Harry asked incredulously. "I would give anything for Voldemort to be truly gone so that nobody would have to shoulder that responsibility!"
"I know." Neville said. "But I don't think that Adrian really understands what it's like to fight. What it feels like to be truly terrified and still go all out and face your demons. He might have been training for seven years but…"
"He's never really fought." Harry finished his brother's sentence, rubbing his face tiredly. If he hadn't had that abrupt wake up call at the end of his first year would he have been the same person he was right now, Harry thought. If Neville hadn't practically lost his parents at the first war, would he too have grown up to be the boy he was today?
"Exactly. He has led quite the sheltered life; demanding yes, but sheltered. And it's that exactly that's been making him angry, I think; maybe he's feeling stifled? I don't know. At this point I'm just guessing." Neville admitted; he couldn't be sure how Adrian felt, of course; but he had given the whole situation some thought since the Quidditch Cup and those first glances he had caught and these were his conclusions so far.
"You know, Nev, the anger? I can relate." Harry admitted, looking at his hands in contemplation. "I've felt it too; every time I think of what is going to happen. Every time I remember Nicholas and Perenelle. I have been forced to kill and lie and hide. And it makes me sad but it also makes me angry; it makes me furious. There are moments I'm even scaring myself." He remembered how he was when he had faced Quirrel. Only eleven and so angry at the face of his twin's would-be killer. Seeing Ginny half dead on a dirty floor, down beneath Hogwarts. During the Death Eaters raid. And that fury? It scared him more than Voldemort ever did.
"Hey now!" Neville exclaimed, standing up from his place opposite his brother to seat back right next to him, a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright to be angry. After everything it's only normal. Being angry doesn't make evil and it definitely isn't going to make you into Voldemort. It just makes you human. I hate to break it to you brother," Neville continued, his voice a tad lighter than before, "but you're not perfect." That got Harry to finally look him in the eyes. "Being angry simply makes you human." It was only after a prolonged, silent moment that Harry chuckled once shaking his head in exasperation.
"You and Dad need to teach classes on always knowing the right thing to say; you're eerily good at it."
"It's a gift and a burden." Neville stated solemnly, the mischievous chuckle in his brown eyes belying his true thoughts on the subject. "Besides, I don't think Adrian has been treating you like this because he's angry." Harry cocked one eyebrow in confusion.
"No?"
"Nope!" Neville offered. "Harry, I simply think he's jealous." This time the green eyed teen couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh come on! Adrian jealous. Of me?" Seeing how his brother was still dead serious, his smile faded. "You mean that, don't you?"
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