Madam Hooch escorted Harry and Neville to the Headmaster's office, much to Harry's displeasure. The old man had a twinkle in his eye that Harry didn't like.
Neville cowered behind Harry, but his eyes told that he'd defend Harry if needed.
"My boy, I've been told you used Alchemy without a Transmutation circle," Dumbledore stated, and Harry's eyes narrowed into catlike slits.
"Yeah. I did. To save a student from harm," Harry almost growled, glaring at the man who had attacked his mind.
The man nodded as if he understood. Harry almost hit him. The man couldn't have known how it felt.
Not at all.
Neville watched on silently, not wanting to speak. At that moment, Winry flew through the door, her eyes flaring in excitement and anger.
"Harry, what happened?" She asked, getting right to the point.
Harry explained what happened, and Winry nodded, knowing that he'd only been trying to keep Neville from getting hurt.
"My boy, tell me something. What made you think to use Alchemy instead of magic?" Dumbledore asked, and something seemingly took over Harry's body, making him snort and raise an eyebrow.
"Well, seeing as I'm a reincarnation of Edward Elric, I guess that would fit. You know, one of the greatest Alchemist's of all time, and all." Harry snapped, and Dumbledore's eyes widened at Harry's show of sarcasm that the boy rarely showed to anyone.
Neville snorted softly in laughter before his hands flew to his mouth, his eyes wide. Harry looked at him and smirked, and the normally shy boy smirked back, his eyes glinting at the sight of mischief in Harry's golden eyes.
Both boys looked at the Headmaster, and with a smile, the room was filled with a blue and white light, only dying to show that the boy's had disappeared.
Both first years had only sunk through the floor, right into an empty classroom.
Harry started laughing first, Neville soon following, both falling to the ground holding their sides.
When they finally stopped, tears were in their eyes, and a large smile was on their faces.
"That was awesome. Did you see his face?" Harry cackled, and Neville nodded enthusiastically.
"He was surprised," He said, and Harry snickered.
Neville looked at Harry, and vice versa. With a silent agreement, a friendship was struck.
And so was something even greater.
A brothership.
The next couple of weeks were hectic for the two, plus Hermione and Ron.
Halloween was coming up, and the twins were planning something that set all of them on edge. And it was only the fact that the twins wouldn't tell them what it was.
Hermione kept mumbling that they were going to do something stupid and get expelled, but Harry was only concerned for the safety of the school and it's students.
Ron, on the other hand, was excited. He knew it was going to be good, and that's all he was concerned about.
Neville was so-so. he cared about the safety of the school, but wanted to see that the twins had put together for Halloween. Hermione had been pestering him on his opinion, but he stayed neutral in the argument.
He'd opened up to the three others, but was still shyer with other people.
"Maybe magic fireworks in the great hall?" Ron muttered, and Harry shook his head.
"The ceiling's too low," He muttered, shaking his head and swatting Ron with his hair, which had grown down to mid-back when down. Hermione had taught him how to braid it properly, and he left it braided instead of in a pony tail, finding out real quick that it was easier to take care of.
Hermione had quickly found that out as well, and had started doing the same, much to the annoyance of all the rest of the girls in the school.
"Teacher prank?" Neville guessed, and Harry shrugged.
"Possibly. You never know with those two," Harry stated, stepping into the potions Classroom. All heads turned as he walked through the door, and some sneered at the Gryffindors.
It was well known that the three Gryffindors were good friends of Harry's, and no one messed with them, in fear of what Harry might do.
Neville sat with Harry, and Ron with Hermione. Without even a glance at the board, Harry flipped to the potion they were doing that day.
Neville, can you get the ingredients for me, please? I'll heat the cauldron up," Harry asked, and Neville nodded, walking off with Hermione, who had left Ron in charge of heating the cauldron.
"So, what's the potion for today?" Ron asked, and Harry shrugged.
"A really easy one that I can't pronounce," Harry snickered, and Ron snorted, drawing the attention of some of the female residents of both houses.
"And?" Ron said, making Harry roll his eyes and turn around.
"And it'll take us no more than thirty minutes," Harry stated, smirking and winking over Ron's shoulder to a pair of Slytherin girls, who giggled in return.
"For you. You're a potions genious!" Ron exclaimed, and Harry snickered.
"I had to cook for my horse of an aunt and walrus of an uncle and cousin. It's pretty easy," Harry said as the two returned with the ingredients.
Snape had been in the classroom the whole time, and had listened to the whole conversation.
Oh, how they wished they could have known what he was thinking...
Well, they would, soon. VERY soon.