Chapter 11
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"Why would Professor Snape have a limp?" Harry asked Hermione during breakfast. The Great Hall was so loud that they could barely hear each other so they weren't worried about being overheard by a teacher.
"To be honest I have no clue," Hermione almost yelled so Harry would hear her, "Do you know were Nevile is?"
"He wasn't feeling too well this morning."
"Let's go and bring him some toast," Hermione said while carefully wrapping several slices of toast in a napkin.
Soon the pair had escaped that madness that was the Great Hall. At the entrance to the Great Hall, three Slytherins looked to be having an argument. As Harry and Hermione passed the fighting trio they heard a snippet of their conversation.
"We should thank her. Otherwise, we would be dead!"
"No, she is a filthy Mudblood!" Draco Malfoy spat.
His friend gave him an odd look before heading into the Great Hall. He smiled at Hermione as he passed. Together Harry and Hermione walked back up to the Gryffindor common room in silence.
"Hey Hermione, Harry. What are you guys doing? Classes aren't due to start for another hour. Right?" Nevile asked.
"No, we just wanted to see if you were okay. Harry said you weren't feeling too good this morning."
Nevile shot a glare at Harry. "It's nothing, just an upset stomach." Hermione handed Neville the toast.
"Thanks, Hermione."
"Harry! Why are the Slytherins being so, so, nice?" Hermione whispered to Harry while the pair were potting plants in Herbology. Sadly they were working in pairs and Neville had gotten stuck with Ron.
"Have you not noticed that you will help anyone if it is the right thing to do. Even if they hate and despise you, you will still help. Its, who you are." Hermione smiled at Harry before continuing on potting plants.
"But the Slytherins hate me for, for being Muggle-born."
"Yes they do, but some, many, respect you, you did what they themselves would not have done in your place."
"I couldn't just let then get hurt though."
"I know but its who You are, as a person, a witch."
"But Harr-.
"No buts Hermione, you can't deny the truth." A loud scream brought them back to the classroom. Ron has somehow managed to get his head stuck in a pot. Hermione took one look before turning away and giggling. Only a tiny bit of his ginger colour hair could be seen.
"Neville what did you do to Ron in Herbology." The trio was eating lunch in the Great Hall which was only slightly quieter than at breakfast.
"I didn't do anything" Neville was struggling to hide his laughter.
"Neville mate, I would lie to her."
"Okay, fine. I told him that the bottom of the pot smelled like chocolate. First I stuck my head into the pot to show him. Before I gave it back I slightly shrunk the pot." By the time Neville had finished talking he had tears running down his face, he was laughing so hard.