Sorry it is so late, the rest of the chapters will be short and about few characters.
I do not own Harry Potter or J.K. Rowlings story line or characters.
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Part III
"What are you doing here, Neville?" Her voice was barely audible and cracking. Was this the gift from her daughter? Her adrenaline started to pump tremendously.
He didn't look like the boy he once was at the Battle of Hogwarts, he had grown muscles. Not a weight lifter type of muscle, but the muscles you get from running for your life multiple times. Harry Potter had gotten them, it had shown at his last battle with Voldemort. His teeth weren't shooting in every direction anymore. They were in place, he looked… normal. Well, normal for a wizard. No flowing clock with pockets full of trinkets and spells. He was a man, shaved yet some stubble peeking out on his cheeks and chin. He was wearing the attire of a gentleman, yet he still looked casual. As if reading her mind, he said…
"You haven't changed at all, Luna." He came a step closer, out of the shadows and trees to see even more of his features clearly. He had grown up, America had changed him. Yet he was right, Luna still looked like the same odd Luna he left behind.
"I see you have though, Neville." She said softly, giving a slow nod of the head in his general direction. He smiled, giving off a slight snicker. "America made you a man, didn't they?"
He raised an eyebrow at her, but he still answered her.
"I went to be an Auror. The wizards in America were still feeling the effects of Voldemort. I met some nice people, mostly in Alaska. On the way back here, I met Hermione's parents… they fixed my teeth and gave me a room to stay for a night. Nice people they are." He gave a smile, flashing his new teeth.
But Luna wasn't prepared to hear the next thing he said.
"I see you have been busy too… Your daughter… does she look like you?" He sneered. Luna kept the smile up, she didn't want him to brake her.
"My daughter is pure gold, if you met her… she'd steal your heart. She is not hisheir. The other child is born to fall, not mine." She came a step closer to him. "Even if she was, and she won't be… I won't let anyone touch her."
She started back up to her cottage, and without looking back at him she said,
"Not even you, Neville." She walked more up the steps leading to the door." Right when her hand was grasping the door handle.
"You know the prophecy will begin this year… the Hogwarts grounds will not be safe. The Slytherin and Gryffindor war will be over." The sounds of apperation followed behind his words…
The next one will be about Scorpious and Rose.
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