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futurewriter2000 · 6 years ago

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Cherished moments

A/N: Finally I finished this part. I got inspired long time ago by this other headcanon about Neville having a twin and one of the twins fancying her. I had a draft before but I deleted it because I didn’t like it much but today I finished this and am so proud. I have classmates who are twins and don’t get along at all so points to them for making me write this. I hope you like it. (Also this is a bit different. I started writing in first person instead of second like I usually do. It was a hard change but let me know if it’s better this way.)

PAIRING: Longbottom!reader x George Weasley

I wanted it to be easy. I really did. Everything my brother and I did, was together. Now... all I know is that it shouldn’t have been this way. It just shouldn’t.

First year

We were both scared for our lives. Neville was desperate to be in a Hufflepuff while I was more keen on being sorted into Slytherin. I found the Slytherin house intimidating yet misunderstood and it made my grandmother infuriated to think like this. She wanted both of us in Gryffindor, just like our parents.

What truly happened on the Sorting day was that Neville was sorted into Gryffindor, just like our grandmother wanted while the Sorting hat on my head screamed “ HUFFLEPUFF!” loud and clear.

I guess I should have noticed how the Sorting hurt Neville. Either it was him in Hufflepuff and me in Slytherin or we were both in Gryffindor. Guess, everything took a different turn for us.

Second year

The report card came and our grandmother was thrilled...for one of us. She noticed our grades were quite different from each other's. Neville was more advanced in Herbology and History of magic than Potions and Defense against the Dark Arts as I was. Our grades were a bit similar at Charms and Transfiguration but as much as we didn’t want to be pointed out, our grandmother didn’t care. She said that I was maybe not a Gryffindor like them but I sure got their talent.

I’d be lying if I said that hearing that didn’t make me happy and proud of myself. However, when I saw Neville holding his report card and frowning, I felt awful. I told him he shouldn’t care about the grades or about anything our grandmother told us, our parents would be proud of us no matter the grades.

But that didn’t compare to his short temper and jealousy. He pushed me away and was never the same to me again.

Third year

When the third year came nothing changed. He was still distant and being in different houses wasn’t helping. People kept whispering about us not even saying hi at each other which was definitely true. When he ignored me, pushed me away, didn’t even want to look at me... I felt torn, torn that my own twin brother disliked me.

I tried to lower my grades, maybe not to make such a big difference between us and our report cards but Professor Sprout knew me and she knew what I was doing by lowering my grades. I still remember what she told me the day she asked me to her office. “ Don’t help others by hurting yourself.”

Fourth year

That year was the year “we” and “our” became “I” and “mine”. I turned fourteen years that year and that was the age I finally realized I was done trying to make him forgive me for something that wasn’t even my fault anymore.

I started dressing differently, acting differently...I didn’t want to be the Hufflepuff wanting to be around my own brother. I didn’t want to be the Hufflepuff who was rejected by him as well.

I made a lot of friends that year, so many that I was actually surprised by how many people would like me. I always, just like Neville, had low self-confidence and when I opened up to people, they accepted me.

When the Yule Ball came I heard he was going with Ginny Weasley. She was also a Gryffindor, really beautiful as well, brave, nice, kind,... I couldn’t find anything to dislike that girl because she was really great.

I, however, went with a 7th year, Oliver Wood. I know there was a three year gap between us but he was my Charms tutor since the first year and I just couldn't help myself but develop a crush on him. Of course, we went as friends but I'd be lying to myself if I said that his yes didn't make me so overjoyed.

Since Oliver was a Gryffindor we used to study and hang out mostly at his common room. I was the youngest in his group of friends but nobody really made any differences. It was fun being around them, especially with the Weasley twins. They kept messing with me because I was two years younger but they were also the reason I became close friends with Ginny and Hermione Granger.

I guess I never thought all of this would impact Neville so much. He hated me being in the common room or around one of his friends but what was I supposed to do? Stop being myself just because of him?

" What happened between the two of you?" Ginny asked directly and Hermione quickly cut in.

"Ginny!"

"No, it's alright." I laughed and sat down on one of their beds. " It's a really long story actually. Guess, we both didn't think we were so different. "

"What do you mean?"

"We might be twins Ginny but we have never been more different. Like, your brothers are identical and they get along great. We are not identical, we have different friends, houses, personalities..." I drifted off and started to grow more uncomfortable.

They both noticed it, I guess because the next thing I know Ginny was sitting beside me and grinning. " Speaking of my brothers...I heard them talking about you." she giggled and I blushed.

"Me?"

"They are two years older than her. Next year they will be graduating." Hermonie rolled her eyes.

"Two years isn't much of an age gap." she looked at Hermonie. "And as I was saying, one of them likes you." she winked and got on her feet.

"Which one?" I grew curious, unable to stop beaming.

"That's for you to figure out." she smiled and left the room.

Fifth year

By that year Neville and I have been so distant that the relationship between the two of us turned into hate. How and why? Well, since I found out George Weasley fancied me, I started to like him back as well. Sooner or later the two of us started dating and Neville didn’t like it.

Now, with being the girlfriend of one of the most known students in school, I wasn’t just popular around the Hufflepuff house, I was popular in every house. Beside the point that I was dating a blood-traitor to the Slytherin house, they liked me. I wasn’t a match for Pansy who tried to bully me. She did that once and never again. I made sure of that. Somehow the Slytherins respected me, no matter who my family was, my house or my boyfriend.

I grew closer to Hermoine and Ginny, as well as Harry and Ron. They were fun to be around with, always prepared to do anything but the moment I joined Dumbledore’s army, Neville changed.

“ You’re doing wonderful, love.” George whispered in my ear as he passed by, sending me a wink before walking back to his twin brother and prepared to cast the Patronus charm.

I’ve been quite struggling with that charm but now since he was boasting I fixed the grip on my wand and shouted “ Expecto Patronus!”

At first, I thought it was an eagle but it changed its form, letting out a roar and making everyone’s attention turn to your silver Patronus. It wasn’t a lion as well, it was...

“ A griffin?” Ginny gasped and smiled widely.

It was beautiful, majestic and standing proud on its legs and spreading his wings.

“ That’s amazing, (y/n)!” marveled Harry. “ Fantastic job!”

George wrapped his arms around me, watching as the silver griffin disappeared from the air. “ Bet you thought of me, didn’t you?” he kissed my cheek and I rolled my eyes.

“ Of course. I remembered that wonderful time and the Quidditch match where you fell off your broom. Quite funny.”

“ I knew it. I wonder why didn’t the Hat put you into Gryffindor if it’s a griffin that’s the shape of your Patronus.” he wondered, now letting go of me.

“ Yeah, you’d make a great Gryffindor.” Fred added as he came walking towards.

“ Sorry, guys but my house is already taken, by my lovely Hufflepuff.” I proudly fixed my black and yellow tie.

“ I think you’d look great in Gryffindor colors.” George winked, walking back to practice his own charm.

“ Yeah.” snorted Neville a few feet away from me. “ Bet you couldn’t be more perfect.” he gibbed and shot me a quick glance.

“ What?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest and narrowed my eyes at him. “ What is that supposed to mean, Neville?”

“ Oh, I don’t know, (y/n). Let me think.” he immediately stormed towards me and gripped his wand tighter in his palm. “ The first child to show her magical abilities at the age of six. The kind and popular Hufflepuff everybody seems to adore. The perfect student, with straight O’s in every single of her class. The perfect granddaughter, making mum and dad so proud!” he started to raise his voice.

“ You’re starting to sound a bit jealous, Neville.” I jested in return, making the whole attention to fall on us. “ I’m sick of you being angry with me ALL THE TIME, Neville. Do you think I asked to be placed in Hufflepuff?”

“ It’s not about that, (y/n)!” he shouted.

“ THAN TELL ME WHAT IS IT ABOUT!?!”

“ YOU TAKE AWAY EVERYTHING FROM ME!” he bellowed and I backed away from him. “ You were sorted into the house I wanted. You get to have better grades than me, even Herbology when YOU KNOW it’s MY favorite subject! YOU get to be the one to play on the Quidditch field just like the rest of the family! YOU get to be the popular one, the smart one, the gorgeous one, the pride of the Longbottom family! And who am I?!? Just someone living in your shadow!”

“ Is this really what you think of me?! Someone who is shadowing you?!” I started to fight back. “ I can’t change who I am, Neville? I can’t change the fact I had shown my magic before you. I can’t choose the house I want to be in. I can’t lower my grades just so you could feel better- which I tried by the way! I cannot love Quidditch! That’s who I am, Neville! I’m not going to change myself to make YOU feel better!” I heaved from almost losing my own breath. “DO YOU KNOW- Do you know what it’s been like for me all these years? “ I felt the tears fall down unconsciously. “ To see you be sorted into Gryffindor, the house mum and dad were. I wanted to be in Gryffindor! I wanted to be in the house mum and dad were too, you know. And when I saw you get sorted I wanted to be sorted there as well. Do you know how much I felt ashamed at the beginning to being sorted into Hufflepuff, because I knew what grandma would say! That’s why I try to have outstanding grades. But you wouldn’t know that, would you because you were too busy being angry with me for something that even wasn’t my fault! You wouldn’t know that I spent days after days, Hogsmeade trips and night spent in that library, hungry and stressed out preparing myself for the exams. You wouldn’t know I had Oliver to tutor me not only with Charms and DADA class but also Herbology, Arithmancy, and Potions! And you wouldn’t know how many nights I cried because my own twin brother didn’t talk to me! You didn’t want to go with me to visit mum and dad! You didn’t want to sit with me in the classes we had together or even be in the same room with me! And you wouldn’t believe how much it hurts to see my boyfriend and his twin have this amazing bond and knowing that I don’t have that with my own twin brother!” I shouted, brushing the sleeves of my robes against my wet cheeks.

He was looking down at the ground, not even wanting to look at me what I said.

“ So maybe you were right. I was better than you in most of the things. But it wasn’t because I have a natural talent for it. It’s because I work hard to get where I am. I used to blame myself for not having a relationship with my own twin brother but I’m not doing that anymore. It’s your fault we drifted apart. Your fault that you hate me, not mine and I’m not apologizing for it anymore.”

Sixth year

The tables have turned for us. Now, I was the one angry at him. I was the one furious of what he had put me through. I was the one avoiding him because he finally decided to talk to me but with ten and more people to witness it.

Now everybody knew what I thought or how I felt and it made me feel ashamed.

George and I broke up. I told him to focus on his brother and his shop and that I need to focus on school and my brother as well. He understood and didn’t make any drama around it.

It was odd though. Seeing someone I love completely transformed. He wasn’t the childish Gryffindor with an ambitious goal. He was a successful businessman, running one of the most famous joke shops in England.

“ Purple always did bring out your eyes.” I smiled as I approached him.

“ Oh, hello there young lady. “ he grinned, walking closer. “ What can I help you with?”

“ Hmm...” I turned to one of the exhibited Extendable Ears. “ There is this guy, you know.” I turned around.

“ A guy, huh?” he continued, placing his hand on the shelf behind me.

“ Yeah. I used to date him.”

“ Did you now?”

“ Yes but now he’s all successful and rich...pretends he doesn’t even know me.”

“ What a git he must be.” he shook his head disapprovingly.

“ Yes, he is.” I pushed him on the shoulder and moved away. “ His brother though is cute. My telling me where to find him?”

“ Come here.” he stopped the joke quickly and hugged me.

I chuckled and hugged him as well. “ Knew some jealousy would make you stop.”

However, being without George in Hogwarts wasn’t the only thing missing. I spent my summer with a friend in Croatia and didn’t see Neville until the last week of summer.

I was mostly kept in my room, listening to my walkman but sometimes when I was reading or cleaning my room, I heard footsteps just outside it and some mumbles I couldn’t understand. It was a twin bond that I couldn’t ignore. Him wanting to talk to me. I haven’t felt it in a long time but since the day of our fight, I started to feel it every day.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. I really couldn’t and when I heard him outside my room once again, I decided to open them.

He has grown taller, quite handsome. From the shaving scars around his chin and mouth, I realized he has been growing a beard and a mustache. There was a change in his figure as well. His posture was more upright, his shoulders broader and his arms more muscular.

He was staring at me, surprised I opened the door. Guess he had also felt like I wanted to talk as well.

“ I- I... I don’t know how to start this.” he spoke and I simpered.

“ Come in.” I welcomed him in my room and he looked around.

It wasn’t the room he remembered. Only now has he realized how much time the two of us didn’t speak and avoided each other. And to his surprise, there was still the frames of us standing on my shelves. He stared at it for quite a while before taking it in his hand and observing it.

“ I thought you’d thrown this away.” he looked up at me and I walked forwards.

“ No.” I took it in my own hands and took a closer look at the two young twins. “ I love this picture. How else do you think I cast that Patronus?” I placed it back on its place and sat on my bed.

“ (y/n)...” he started and sat down next to me. “ I didn’t know I messed up this much. I was a selfish kid and I was just so mad at you for being better than me. Everybody preferred you over me and I was so furious at you because of it. I was furious at me because of it too.”

“ Neville, your biggest problem was caring what other people thought. I didn’t care about our houses or who got better grades. I cared about you. You’ve been the brother I grew up with, the brother I built up sand castles and that treehouse with uncle Hank.” I smiled and put my hand on his, for the first time I felt his touch and I immediately felt happier, lighter. “ Remember that time with uncle Hank-”

“ - when we painted the walls of the treehouse different color?” he finished my own question, something we always could do. “ Yeah. I’ve been thinking of that too. That was how I cast my Patronus.”

Seventh year

You could have said we were back to the kids we used to be but we really weren’t. There were six years of catching up to do with him and it took a while to get used to each other again.

People were surprised to see us together but they were happy. Grandma couldn’t hold back her tears as she saw us talking to each other again, let alone laugh.

The summer before our seventh year, Bill invited both Neville and me to his wedding and we both attended it. I mostly wanted to see George. When I saw him though, my heart lept out of my chest for a moment. Missing ear and scratches all over, I didn’t believe what I was seeing.

“ George?” I asked as I approached him.

“ (y/n)!” he beamed and hugged me immediately. “ Hey, Neville.” he said to my brother behind me. “ Harry told me he wanted to talk to you about something. You too love.” he looked at me. “He’s the chubby redhead with aunt Muriel. He had to take Polyjuice potion...you know being wanted and stuff.”

“ Go on. I’ll come after you.” I smiled at him then turned my attention back on the earless boy in front of me. I punched him in the arm immediately after Neville disappeared. “ What the hell, George?!”

“ Ouch! What was that for?” he grabbed his arm and smiled at me.

“ I don’t know. Maybe not telling me why your left ear is missing?”

“ Oh that.” he chuckled. “ Do you reckon it makes me sexier?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me but I only punched him in the arm again.

“ George, this isn’t funny. The only way you can’t have an ear is when it’s cursed off. “ I glared at him for a moment before softening my expression and hugging him immediately. “ What if I’d lost you?”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. “ You’ll never lose me.” he whispered.

After the wedding, the two of us were separated and I haven’t heard of him the whole year. Neville and I were together however we could be. I was afraid if I wouldn’t share the moments with him that I’ll regret them. The news about Muggleborns and Half-bloods, everything was horrifying. The fall of the Ministry, the chase for the Chosen one...Half of the school was missing.

When the battle came, I tried to be with Neville but we didn’t stand a chance to stick together. Everything was happening so fast and wherever I turned bodies laid and blood was spilled. The only thought that was present in my head was ‘ Please, don’t be Neville.’

I didn’t see Neville after Voldemort’s fall but I did see George...and Fred. I didn’t know what to do when all he did was stare at the lifeless body of his brother. I took him by the hand and tried to avert his eyes from Fred. I know it was too late but I didn’t want him to have his last memory of Fred like this. “ George?” I whispered. “ I’m so sorry.” I put my hand on his cheek and his eyes quickly flashed to mine before the started to tear up.

He was still in shock, I could see that. He didn’t know what was happening. Maybe every single memory of Fred, every single spent moment he had with him was replaying in his head and he didn’t realize that that was all he was going to have.

I have stayed with George the whole time but I would be lying if I didn’t think about my own brother. When I saw him walking with that sword towards me, all I could think was being in his arms. Before I knew it I was already with him and he was hugging me back.

“ I was so worried.” he whispered and I cried on his clothes, trying to speak but was unable to.

“ I heard what you did.” I smiled through the tears. “ Mum and dad would be so bloody proud of you, Neville.”

“ To be honest, I was sacking my pants when I did that.” he simpered and I laughed.

“ Don’t tell that to others.” I smiled and hugged him again.

To know he was okay, to know George wasn’t, to know the war was over but to deal with the consequences...everything was too much to think about right now but the one thing I was sure never to do was take everything for granted like I did until now. I knew everything was going to be okay because now I finally knew how much everything and everybody means to me.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 6 years ago

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Haven Raised Chapter 7

Summary: Harry's life is completely changed when his aunt and uncle are forced to take him to a funeral at a relatives. Now being raised by Primrose Evans, her sister Grace and the citizens of Havenfall, his life is going to be a roller coaster.

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Harry had experience with bullies. Even after the old counselor was fired for letting bullying happen, he was still picked on a little. Being small, having an accent or just being related to his mom caused it.

That’s why he didn’t respond to Malfoy much when the kid tried to taunt him. He was used to it- and some of his insults made no sense.

“I really don’t get them.” He told Ron when the redhead would get offended. “Which annoys him- haven’t you see it? When you take away his power with words, what does he have?” Malfoy didn’t have many friends from what Harry saw. He heard a few rumors it was because his dad was illegally holding the Black seat that made a lot of people turn them away. To scared for their own seats or fortune. Harry thought that was a little rude to judge a kid for his father’s actions but…

Malfoy was a little brat and it was hard to take him seriously when it was just him trying to start fights. No one would help him with antagonizing Harry- at all. Once, Zabini- another Slytherin- told Malfoy to smarten up because he was embarrassing his house.

He stopped with the fights after that. Still was insulting though.

“He’s still a bloody git,” Ron told Harry one morning, after Malfoy had insulted the pair, “But I kinda feel sorry for him. He’s got like no friends.”

“Which is why it’s easy to shrug it off,” Harry told Ron. “Excited for flying lessons?”

“Yeah!” Ron said, grinning. “I love flying, and Quidditch.” Harry laughed at his friend.

“I’m happy you do,” Harry told him.

“Happy for what scarface?” Malfoy said, coming up behind them. Ron and Harry traded looks. Apparently, Malfoy was done with his breakfast and had decided to come to bug them again.

“I am pleased that my friend Ronald has an interest in an athletic event,” Harry said, forcing his tone into the highly formal one his mom used a few times. Mostly when dealing with Luce. Malfoy scowled at them.

“Trying to sound like your betters Potter? Everyone knows you were raised by muggles who live in the middle of nowhere.”

“I was raised by a mother who was offered a place at a school free of charge due to her skills, though she did give it up to raise me and my aunt as well as she is a muggle who lives in Indiana, yes.” Harry replied. Malfoy’s face went a little red in his anger. He glared at Harry and Ron who was holding back his laughter. Harry was well aware of doublespeak- Luce enjoyed using it against his mom and aunt. It was just that it was as easy to turn the table when you knew what to look for.

“Malfoy!” a voice shouted and Granger came stomping up to the Hufflepuff table. Granger had made a name for herself as a know-it-all. She was very much a teacher’s pet who was eager to please. Harry mostly ignored her- she was annoying but given they were not in the same house she didn’t annoy him too terribly much. “Where is Neville’s Remembrall?” she demanded. Malfoy sneered at her.

“None of your business.” Harry frowned as Spot- who had developed the habit of coming to breakfast so he and his roommates could sneak him treats- growled softly.

“His grandmother sent it to him, so I ask you to give it back,” Granger said, glaring at Malfoy who scoffed.

“If Longbottom wishes to have it back, he can be a Gryffindor and-” Spot barked suddenly, and with a flash of light, was in front of Malfoy, his mouth on Malfoy’s robe and ripping it. “AHHHH!” Malfoy shouted as Harry jumped up.

“Spot! No!” The teachers came down- Sprout, McGonagall and a black-haired professor who sneered at them. Snape, Harry thought his name was. “Spot, drop-” Spot pulled away and dropped a ball on the ground.

“Neville’s Remembrall!” Granger said, looking shocked.

“Excuse me, Miss Granger but this is Mr. Longbottom’s?” McGonagall asked, seeing the ball.

“Yes Professor. After the flying incident yesterday. Malfoy took it and said he would break it or hide it.” Granger said. “I was trying to get it back…” McGonagall leveled a look at Malfoy that made him wince.

“I believe Mr. Potter-” Snape suddenly spoke up, his voice almost a sneer as he spoke Harry’s name. “-should be keeping a better eye on his… pet.”

“It seems as if his dog is smarter then most would understand,” Sprout shot back. “If he is able to find a stolen object so easily.” She set a heavy gaze on Snape who scowled at her.

“The dog could have-”

“But he did not,” McGonagall said, ending it. “What type of breed is he Mr. Potter?”

“I don’t know. We got him at a magical companion animal place- he’s some magical breed but they never figured it out.” Harry shrugged. “It is possible he is a… protector of sorts. As Malfoy and I do not get along thanks to his insults- as many others would agree he does do so-” Granger nodded, as did Ron and even a few Ravenclaws at the table next to them were nodding to, making Snape’s face sour even more. “Spot may have felt my dislike and reacted to find… what didn’t belong to him?”

“It is possible,” McGonagall agreed. She looked at Malfoy who was a little pale. “I believe we need to have a chat, Mr. Malfoy… and Professor Snape, I ask you to come with me.” Snape leveled a glare at Harry who frowned in confusion. That was a familiar glare…

“He reminds me of Luce,” Harry remarked to himself.

“Whose Luce?” Ron asked, smirking as he watched Malfoy be dragged off.

“My aunt’s boss. She’s not the nicest person towards my mother or aunt. For some reason, she hates them and me by extension. She’s always trying to spread rumors about us and talks bad behind our back.” Harry shrugged as Sprout frowned and Granger blinked, looking shocked.

“And she’s your aunt’s boss?!” Granger asked in shock.

“Yes, it isn’t pleasant.” Harry shrugged. “Perhaps you should get Longbottom’s Remembrall back to him?” Granger blinked but nodded, picking it up. She hesitated for a second.

“...I’m sorry I caused you to have a panic attack on the train,” she said in a fast breath. “That Prefect scolded me for it… and I did research and… I’m sorry.” she blushed and scurried off, obviously unused to apologizing for anything. Harry blinked, surprised.

“That was nice of her.” Sprout remarked, sounding warm. “Now, Mr. Potter- please keep an eye on Spot a bit better?”

“I will Professor. I didn’t know he could do that…” Harry looked at Spot who just wagged his tail.

“It was Bloody Brilliant!” Ron said.

“Mr. Weasley.”

“Sorry professor.”

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Flying lessons were really interesting. They were paired with the Ravenclaws and had a much less worrisome lesson then the class the day before. The only fascinating thing was when Harry’s broom snapped right into his hand right away. Ron had a little more issue with his, but they had their brooms in hand soon enough.

After the basics, they ended up being allowed to fly around a little themselves and Harry noticed how… easy it was. It was like his body just knew what he needed to do. It was brilliant!

“I believe you may be a natural Mr. Potter!” Madame Hooch told him while watching him fly around. “Fascinating!” She sounded pleased as Harry landed, feeling exhilarated and happy. Ron was grinning up at him, happy for him while Zacarias looked annoyed and the others were just impressed.

Supper was filled with that talk, the Captain of the Quidditch team even asking if he played when he heard he was a natural.

“No. I was never on a broom before today.” Harry said, shaking his head.

“Well then, we need to see if you’re any good next year if you willing,” the Fifth Year said.

“That would be splendid,” Harry said, grinning. It was a great end to the day.

Which made the next day the worst.

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“Potions class today,” Ron said, checking the schedule. The entire first year traded looks. They were all worried about what the class could bring. The rumors from the older years were bad, and he seemed to dislike Harry the most.

“Umm, Potter?” a voice said from behind them. They both looked over their shoulders to see Granger. They had just finished their second transfiguration class with the Gryffindors, and Granger seemed to watch them a lot during the class.

“Yes, Granger?” Harry asked politely. “Is there something you need?”

“No, umm… There’s a spell that I found that records what people say.” Granger said. She handed Harry a piece of paper. “Here, I hope he doesn’t… but…” She frowned. “His actions were not of a teacher. I heard McGonagall tell Sprout he kept trying to blame you.”

“Where did you hear that?” Ron asked, confused. She blushed and he barked a laugh while Harry read the spell. “You were eavesdropping!”

“No!” She went red and huffed, stomping off.

“Granger!” Harry called out. She stopped to turn around. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, smiling. She left and the two Hufflepuffs went to their class, worried.

Snape started the lesson with a lecture, one Harry was trying to write down. However, Snape focused on Harry almost right away.

Ron, seeing this, cast the spell Granger had given them.

“Potter! Where would I find a beozar?!” Snap snarled.

“...I believe it would be in the stomach of a goat sir.” Harry responded.

“What would happen if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” Harry frowned.

“I… isn’t it a sleeping potion of sorts?” Harry asked slowly, trying to think. The Ravenclaws were all frowning as were the Hufflepuffs.

“What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?” Snape asked. Harry frowned again.

“I am afraid I don’t know that answer, sir.”

“It appears fame isn’t everything,” Snape said mockingly. Ron and Harry traded confused looks. What was that about?

Snape put the recipe for the potion up on the board without fanfare and demanded they make it. Harry spoke up then.

“Sir, didn’t you have the other class learn-”

“Two points for cheek Potter!” Snape snapped and Harry frowned. How was that cheeky?

It got worse when Wayne exploded his cauldron by accident and Snape said Harry should have been watching. That was when Harry had enough. Ron did as well. Both grabbed their bags and turned away from Snape.

“Where are you two-” Snape began, before Harry whirled around, glaring at the teacher. For a second, Snape went pale, staring at Harry directly in the eyes.

“My mother taught me respect was to be earned sir. Not given- you’re actions today have shown me that you are not a professor to respect if you act like this towards me without any sort of knowledge of who I am. I will be reporting this.”

“As will I.” Zacharias said, grabbing his things.

“Same,” Hannah and Susan said, Ernie and Justin also following their example.

“...I will be as well.” A Ravenclaw informed Snape who went paler. Soon, the entire class left the classroom, heading up to where the Ravenclaws said Flitwick’s office was.

Said professor was shocked when they came in, and then furious when he learned why. Ron gave him the paper with the transcription of what had happened on it made the small professor glare at it in rage.

“I will be speaking to Dumbledore about this- all of you please use this time wisely,” he told the group who agreed. Ron and Harry went back to the dorms while the others went to the library. Harry was shaking from his nerves at being targeted from Snape, and Ron wanted to make sure his friend was okay.

Ron was reading the few chapters they needed for transfiguration in his new books. His parents had been informed of his learning disability and sent him some brand new ones so that the drawings in his second-hand ones wouldn’t be messed with by the spells he needed. Fred and George also heard about it and pitched in some money they had to buy Ron a special quill that could help him out as well.

Ron did not want to know where they got the money. Percy was bad enough with his glares- and his constant help when they saw each other in the halls, making sure his books were spelled. It made him super glad that he was in Hufflepuff- he wouldn’t have to deal with that all the time!

He was busy concentrating while Harry played with Spot, he didn’t realize Harry had fallen asleep, exhausted by the stress, until Spot nudged him to get him to pull a blanket over Harry. Ron gave the dog a grin.

He was really a good dog.

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“Severus Snape,” Albus said, his voice hard as he glared at the potions teacher. Said teacher scowled. “You were only recently released from probation and now you go right back to your same attitude!”

“Potter-”

“Did nothing!” Albus snapped, feeling fed up. “You immediately disliked him from the beginning, Severus, when he did nothing to warrant it whatsoever. Severus- if you keep doing this I will have to remove you from your position!” Severus stopped and stared at his mentor.

“What?” he asked.

“Your actions against a child who has never done anything against you paint you and this school in a bad light. As well, he is Harry Potter! What happens if he speaks to Remus? What happens if his classmates step forward?”

“He’s just like his father! Letting his dog go after Mr. Malfoy- how will they react to the fact we did not punish him?” Snape demanded.

“Mr. Potter was not punished as his companion animal is a breed of a magical creature that we believe is a protector type. The dog’s actions are not the issue- Mr. Malfoy stealing a Longbottom’s possession and then taunting Harry Potter- heir to the Black Seat and the Boy-Who-Lived- is the problem, Severus.” Albus said. He focused on the political issues, knowing that his employee would not listen if he tried to appeal to his emotional side. Snape scowled, eyes hard.

He still wasn’t used to not having Lucius back him up when it came to these things. And for Albus to side against him!!

“Fine. I will ignore the boy.” Severus growled, turning to stomp out of the office. Albus let the fact he was alone be the reason for him covering his face.

“You should fire him and be done with it.” One of his predecessors said, sniffing. “He’s a rotten teacher.”

“Or have him teach the upper years only.” Another said. Albus just sighed.

What could he do? He needed Severus near just in case. Severus had sworn to protect Harry but it appeared his schoolboy grudges…

No. Severus had good reason for disliking Sirius Black at the least, but James Potter hadn’t been a saint either. Not until sixth year, in which he tried to change his ways. Severus never let it go though, and Albus could- after a long discussion with Minerva about his teachings and beliefs after Harry went to live with his mother- see where he had gone wrong in letting the Mauraders do what they wish.

He would never hold it against Severus. But… well, the difference between a grown man holding a grudge against another grown man and a grown man holding that grudge against a child…

“I am getting to old for this position,” he grumbled. Maybe he should think about retiring…

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Harry met Hagrid in person the second Saturday of the school year. He had been walking Spot around the grounds while Ron was inside reading. The redhead had developed a love for reading after the discovery of his dyslexia and enjoyed reading strategy manuals or fiction.

As such, Harry got to walk around with Spot- enjoying some quiet time to himself for once.

Meeting Hagrid happened when the large man stumbled upon Harry and Spot while carrying a magical animal of his own.

“Oh! Mr. Potter,” the large man said. “Good ta see ya!” he nodded. “Walking yur dog?”

“Spot does need exercise from time to time,” Harry said, rubbing the dog’s head. “Is that… a baby hippogriff?”

“Aye! We have a herd of ‘em here on the grounds. This little one lost his mum though. Taking care of him right now fer a bit.” Hagrid gave a grin at Harry, and the young boy realized he couldn’t be scared of the large man. He was just… to kind.

“I read about them!” Harry. “I love animals- my mom got me some extra magizoology books- though I think that was because she wanted to figure out what Spot is- and…” he blushed, realizing he was getting overly excited. Hagrid looked pleased though.

“Blimey! Wanna help me out then? I could always use the hand!” The large man grinned at Harry who grinned right back.

Harry followed Hagrid to his hut where he showed the young boy how to properly care for a baby hippogriff- and where Harry met Fang. A big dog who seemed wary of Spot, but easily warmed up to him.

“Yeh don’t know what kinda dog he is?” Hagrid asked the young boy who shook his head.

“No- no clue. I mean- other than some sort of protector dog…” Hagrid hummed as Harry bottle fed the baby hippogriff- who was named Buckbeak. He eyed Spot for a moment, eyes taking him in.

“...He ever vanish and set things on fire?”

“From time to time…” Harry said slowly. Hagrid laughed.

“Sounds like yeh got yurself a hellhound then!”

“..A what?” Harry asked.

“Hellhound. Protective buggers- strong, smart and can teleport places. Some say they go to Hell when they do, but most of those reports come from demons. Not many demons are nice. Knew a devil once though- good person. Had some trouble with a girl but good person nonetheless.” Hagrid shrugged. Harry bit his lip, looking down.

A hellhound and a devil’s feather in his wand? What could that mean for him?

To distract himself, he looked at a newspaper Hagrid had.

BREAK IN AT GRINGOTTS was the title.

“Gringotts got broken into?” Harry asked.

“Aye. Funny thing that. Most aren’t stupid enough to try, but this guy got away.” Hagrid shook his head. “Can’t be anything good, mark my words.” Harry read the article, discovering it had happened on his birthday, and that the vault in question had been completely emptied.

That was… very strange. Harry was still thinking about it later when he went back to the castle and even told Ron about it, the redhead just as baffled.

“Doesn’t make sense mate,” Ron said, shaking his head. “But hey, we’re kids. None of our business.”

“Yeah,” Harry had to agree. “I doubt it’ll affect us.”

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Shortish Chapter cause like I wanted to get this over with to set the tone for future plot stuff. Honestly? First Year is kinda boring. Especially before the second half of the book.

Plot Points

-The thing with Snape, Sprout and McGonagall- Harry is not going to fall for the duel thing here. C’mon, he’s smarter than that. Also, the catalyst for it- Him showing up Malfoy during flying lessons- isn’t here. So, I engineered this. As well- it puts him in more conflict with Snape and Malfoy. Snape isn’t happy that his nemesis's son got off on this. But, magic school. I see them shrugging this off because magic is weird.

-CEDRIC IS ON THE QUIDDITCH TEAM. why am I being loud? Because I know some people might be annoyed or upset I don’t have Harry on the team. Well- no offense but I didn’t want him on the team First Year because… I just didn’t. Also- Cedric. Ten to one, they figure he’s an excellent Seeker next year, they decide to train him but like… they have Cedric and don’t need the Seeker. Maybe he’ll play Chaser, I don’t know.

-Why do they shut Snape down? Well, it boils down to Sprout and McGonagall having gotten a really rude awakening about him when he was put on probation. Before- I can see them taking his side as colleagues and stuff because they wouldn’t be aware of how shitty he was. It’s a thing with some people- they work with someone long enough, they get defensive. And they both probably feel guilty about him being bullied as a kid so they get defensive. Now? They know how abusive he is, and are pouncing on any unfair behaviour. He does not like that.

-The little: Take away a word’s power thing comes from a teacher of mine. He was working in a jail for a while as a parole officer and one of the guys there called him a slang term that had caused riots before when used. He laughed at the guy and asked: What does that mean? It’s nonsense. No one bugged him again, because he took away their power with that word. I dunno but it feels fun to think about. I know it doesn’t really work that way all the time, but I’ve done similar things where I won’t let a word get the best of me.

#haven raised #havenfall is for lovers #harry potter

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