#wizard chap got to silly and turned himself into a frog

[magpiefox]

Day 12: Frog

If the text is hard to see:

Scar: “GRIAN DO SOMETHING! I ACCIDENTALLY TURNED MYSELF INTO A FROG!”

Grian: “Pfft-” [struggling to hold back laughter]

Does anyone knows how to turn someone that got turned into a frog back to human?

[nebulablakemurphy]

Full Bloom

Summary: Before Neville goes back to Hogwarts, he helps Y/N plant a garden. When he returns everything is in full bloom. 

A/N: Written for A Very Harry Potter Summer with the prompt ‘garden work.’ Special tag for @lupins-sweater​ happy birthday! 🎁 (Be sure to send her lots of frog pictures and or Remus fan art!) @eleven-times-lively you are not on my tag list but still wishing you the happiest of birthdays!

Masterlist

You first notice Neville Longbottom at age five. He’s been your next door neighbor for just as long. Despite his grandmother’s wariness, the pair of you are drawn to each other like a moth to flame.

Neville is special. Although the thought never really occurred to you, until his eleventh birthday.

When he pulls you aside to say he won’t be returning to school with you in the fall. This, of course, shatters your heart into a million pieces.

You were going to lose your best friend. In a mix of anger and shock, you don’t wish him safe travels. How could he leave you for a stupid boarding school anyhow?

Despite yourself, when he returns, you can’t help peeking between the slots in the fence. Catching him reading over a newspaper that appears to move by itself.

As the years go on, Neville begins to open up a bit more. About magic and Hogwarts, the special school only wizards can attend. Naturally he’s not supposed to share any of this with you; and could get in a fair bit of trouble for doing so. But you’re very persistent and above all else, Neville knows he can trust you.

You’re sixteen when he finally kisses you, only goodbye and only on the cheek. But you swear you’ll never want to kiss anyone else.

There are other boys. Normal, available, boys, who don’t leave for part of the year. Only none of them are Neville, therefore none of them are good enough.

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Things grow darker in his word, you can tell by the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You can feel it in the way he avoids speaking about magic. And the way he tries to direct the conversation away from him and back toward you.

You don’t push, instead you begin searching for ways to ease his nerves. Plants and herbology always seem to do the trick.

Your family’s garden is barren and has been for sometime. Although you have nothing akin to a green thumb, you’re ready to give it a go. You drive up to the nursery that day and return with a trunk full of flowers.

Neville spots you from his bedroom window, rushing over to help unload the plants. “These are beautiful.” He points toward the forget me nots. “They’ll bloom every year.”

“So it’s impossible for me to kill them?” You inquire, hopefully. “Because I can’t keep plants alive to save my life.”

“Do you want to know the secret?” He says, leaning a bit closer.

“Magic?” You reply, cheekily.

Neville shakes his head, no. “Love the plants and the plants will love you.”

“You can’t be serious.” You scoff at the idea, that’s ridiculous!

“Try it.” He insists.

“I don’t believe you,” you say, giving him the side-eye. “But it couldn’t hurt.”

Once you’re all set up, you begin shoveling dirt, to make a proper hole. Effectively flicking it up at yourself instead.

Neville chuckles, having perfectly executed the same task.

“Shut it,” you swat his shoulder.

“You’ve got a bit of dirt,” he motions to your nose.

“Here?” You ask. Wiping your hand over the spot in question, only serving to smear it about your face.

Neville smiles, moving toward you. “I’ll get it.”

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When Neville leaves that year, you can sense he’s heading into something dangerous. Even before he tells you.

“I don’t want you to wait for me, Y/N. I don’t know if-“ he breaks off, “when,” he corrects himself. “I’ll be back.”

“I’ve been waiting for you since I was five.” You remind him, “seems silly to stop now.”

Mustering the courage, Neville takes your face between his hands. Eyes searching yours, then leaning down; his mouth ghosting over your own.

His lips are slightly chapped, he tastes of childhood and the bittersweet unknown. And you want to remember him, just like this. So you weave your fingers through the short hairs at the nape of his neck. Pulling him closer and keeping him there.

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Then you wait, just like you always have. Through Christmas and the warmer months. Your garden flourishes nicely, just as Neville promised. Sunlight, water and love have brought the buds to fruition.

“Y/N,” the voice, his voice, startles you.

It’s far too early for Neville, he shouldn’t return from school for weeks. But here he stands, perfect as the day he left.

“Neville, you’re back.” You greet him with an embrace, that sends you both stumbling backwards.

“Y/N, this is brilliant.” He beams, eyes alight with wonder.

“Think the plants love me yet?” You pull away, enough to see his face. Checking for any obvious signs of damage.

“They’d be mental not to,” Neville smiles. Taking in the beauty that surrounds him.

This time when he kisses you, there’s no hesitation. He tastes of hope and things yet to come.

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It’s not for sometime after the wizarding war that you finally have all the details. Mainly because it’s very hard for Neville to speak about, and you respect that.

With his confessions come healing. Years pass easily between you; he’s more himself, happy again. Eventually he drops down on one knee, asking for your hand in marriage. An offer you eagerly accept.

Married life is kind to you. On your two year wedding anniversary, you run out into your garden. Unable to contain your excitement, you scream at the top of your lungs, “I’m pregnant!”

Neville drops his shovel, rushing to sweep you off your feet. Spinning around in circles, until you’re both dizzy.

Your belly grows, full of new life. The beginning of a family you and Neville once dare only dream of. He’s more than happy to maintain the plants, once it becomes too uncomfortable for you.

Stepping out barefoot, onto the soft grass of your shared lawn; you spot your husband, watering the new growth. Raising a hand to your brow, to block the sun, you make your way over. “Hey Neville, how are my flowers fairing?”

He turns away from his work, with a radiant smile. “Very nicely, they’re in full bloom.”

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If you enjoyed this, please be sure to check out all the other amazing works written for A Very Harry Potter Summer. The masterlist can be found on @hufflefluff-writer’s blog! 💕

[magpiefox]

We had to turn Scar back from frog somehow. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (ty for the suggestions btw)

Enjoy a longer comic \(^ヮ^)/

(I’ll try doing the day 13 of lifetober but I make no promises)