Ten years later
Harry Longbottom-Potter's life had turned out for the best. Not even Albus Dumbledore could have known back then, on that fateful Halloween's night ten years ago when he placed little Harry with the Longbottoms, that he would grow up into such a happy and bright boy.
But indeed little Harry Longbottom had always been an exceptionally happy child. Honestly, what more could he wish for: He had a mother and father who loved him, a wonderful brother with whom he got along splendidly, most of the time anyway, and a grandmother who spoiled him and his brother rotten.
Yes true, he looked nothing like the rest of his family: His mom, Alice, was a nice-hearted woman with a kind, slightly round face that was surrounded by soft brown curls. His dad on the other hand was rather tall with dark blond hair. Neville was a perfect combination of both of his parents with his mother's features and brown hair and his father's soft blue eyes.
Harry on the other hand had a mop of black, always messy hair and piercing emerald-green eyes. Alice and Frank always told him that he also looked like his parents, especially James, his father. Harry thought that he was exceptionally lucky to have two families – even though his birth parents could no longer be here for him.
Harry was brought out of his deep thoughts by his brother calling up the stairs: "Harry, mom is preparing to leave for work. It's time to go to grandma's." Harry really liked staying with his grandmother. Lady Augusta Longbottom might look like a very stern, elderly lady on first glance, but in fact she was a very warm and loving witch who loved both of her grandsons abundantly.
Everyday Frank would left early in the morning to go to work. Alice later on woke up the children and send them to their grandmother's house via floo before apparating to the ministry herself. When Harry and Neville had been younger both of their parents had worked Aurors but when they grew older Alice decided to cut work short in order to have more time for her family.
On weekdays Harry and Neville went to a small elementary school for wizarding children together with their friends Ron Weasley and Hannah Abbott. Every day after school Charlotte, their grandmother's head houseelf, took them directly to the manor. Both boys equally enjoyed exploring the vast grounds of Longbottom manor, though Harry particularly loved riding his broom, while Neville preferred working in the herb garden.
Today was the first day of the summer holidays – the last one before they were finally of to Hogwarts. So they would be going directly to the manor today. Harry jumped down the stairs and took his already packed rucksack and broom from his mom who lovingly ruffled through his hair, making it even messier than it already was. "See you later, boys" said she "Frank will pick you up today as I have to work late." Both boys smiled, allowed their mother to kiss their foreheads and off they were looking forward to a full day of fun at their grandmother's manor.