Sometimes Harry envies him, for all that his parents are locked in St. Mungo's and Neville's as much of an orphan as he is. For all that his gran is a bossy, controlling woman still sunk in depression for her missing son, for all that his uncle would drop him out the window for a biscuit, that even first years laugh at him on occasion, even friends, family, for all that, Harry envies him -- because Neville can lie there, cradled in his arms, and sleep peacefully, and his shoulders don't have to hold the world up -- just Harry.