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Impossible or Back to the Future either. I do not own anything.
A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 12: Epilogue
"Hey, Hermione, have you given up on Time-Turner's yet?" asked Harry, grinning.
"Yes, and this time, I mean it," swore Hermione. "If that sort of thing happens again, we might do something dangerous."
"Oh, NOW you learn that," Ron teased. "Honestly, Hermione, I thought you were the smart one."
"Oh, shut up, Ron," said Hermione, laughing. "I'm serious. I give up." Then there was a tapping at the window. It was Hedwig.
"Oh, she has a letter!" said Hermione. Harry opened the window, and let Hedwig in.
"Hey, it's from Snuffles!" Harry exclaimed.
Dear Harry,
You know, the strangest thing happened to me yesterday. I was thinking about my years at Hogwarts, and I remember a friend I had. His name was Daniel Porter, and he was from Beauxbatons. He looked alot like you. He had a bunch of friends with him, and I remember two of them who looked like Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. They were Derek Hunter and Karen Blake. It's really very odd. I owled Remus, and he remembers them too. Thought I ought to share that with you. Oh, I better go, Buckbeak's hungry. Hope to see you soon.
--Snuffles
Harry, Ron and Hermione just looked at each other and grinned.
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LATER THAT SUMMER...
"Happy Birthday, Neville!" said his grandmother.
"Thank, Gran," he replied happily. He was in an exceptionally good mood today, because it was his Birthday, and they were going to go visit his parents.
"Come on, Neville, hurry and eat your breakfast. We need to leave soon."
Neville walked to the table and sat down. His breakfast consisted of his favorite things: sausages, eggs, and pancakes. When he finished his breakfast, he went back to his room and got ready. His grandmother was getting the fire started, and she took out some Floo Powder.
"Neville!" called his grandmother.
"Coming!" he cried, and he stumbled down the staircase. "Ouch." He went up to the fire, and yelled, loudly and clearly, "St. Mungo's!"
When they got there, they walked down a long, white hall, towards his parents' room. They spoke to the doctor, asking for permission to go in.
The doctor led them into the room, and Neville saw his father, smiling at him. Then he got up. His father walked up to him. He beamed at Neville, and hugged him for the first time since he could remember.
"It's Evan! It's Evan!" he cried, jumping up and down. He began to cry, and squeezed Neville harder. "I've missed you so much, Evan! Why didn't you owl me?"
Neville was shocked. 'He remembered me!' he thought ecstatically. Then he began to cry too. But they were tears of joy. He had never been so happy in his life. It was better than helping Gryffindor win the House Cup in his first year, or standing up to Malfoy. He hugged his father back, never wanting to let go. It was the best present he had ever received.
Aw...didn't that just touch your heart? sob I hope you liked my whole story. It was loads of fun writing it. Thanks for the great reviews! You made all the writing worth it. Thank you soooooooooo much! Just because I'm done with this story, doesn't mean I won't stop writing fan fics. I'll keep on writing. Count on it. ;) Oh, and don't forget to leave a review! Thanks a bunch, and have a nice day! :)
A/N: This entire story has been edited! I wrote it two years ago, and I saw some spots where I could improve things. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 12: Epilogue
"Hey, Hermione, have you given up on Time-Turner's yet?" asked Harry, grinning.
"Yes, and this time, I mean it," swore Hermione. "If that sort of thing happens again, we might do something dangerous."
"Oh, NOW you learn that," Ron teased. "Honestly, Hermione, I thought you were the smart one."
"Oh, shut up, Ron," said Hermione, laughing. "I'm serious. I give up." Then there was a tapping at the window. It was Hedwig.
"Oh, she has a letter!" said Hermione. Harry opened the window, and let Hedwig in.
"Hey, it's from Snuffles!" Harry exclaimed.
Dear Harry,
You know, the strangest thing happened to me yesterday. I was thinking about my years at Hogwarts, and I remember a friend I had. His name was Daniel Porter, and he was from Beauxbatons. He looked alot like you. He had a bunch of friends with him, and I remember two of them who looked like Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George. They were Derek Hunter and Karen Blake. It's really very odd. I owled Remus, and he remembers them too. Thought I ought to share that with you. Oh, I better go, Buckbeak's hungry. Hope to see you soon.
--Snuffles
Harry, Ron and Hermione just looked at each other and grinned.
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LATER THAT SUMMER...
"Happy Birthday, Neville!" said his grandmother.
"Thank, Gran," he replied happily. He was in an exceptionally good mood today, because it was his Birthday, and they were going to go visit his parents.
"Come on, Neville, hurry and eat your breakfast. We need to leave soon."
Neville walked to the table and sat down. His breakfast consisted of his favorite things: sausages, eggs, and pancakes. When he finished his breakfast, he went back to his room and got ready. His grandmother was getting the fire started, and she took out some Floo Powder.
"Neville!" called his grandmother.
"Coming!" he cried, and he stumbled down the staircase. "Ouch." He went up to the fire, and yelled, loudly and clearly, "St. Mungo's!"
When they got there, they walked down a long, white hall, towards his parents' room. They spoke to the doctor, asking for permission to go in.
The doctor led them into the room, and Neville saw his father, smiling at him. Then he got up. His father walked up to him. He beamed at Neville, and hugged him for the first time since he could remember.
"It's Evan! It's Evan!" he cried, jumping up and down. He began to cry, and squeezed Neville harder. "I've missed you so much, Evan! Why didn't you owl me?"
Neville was shocked. 'He remembered me!' he thought ecstatically. Then he began to cry too. But they were tears of joy. He had never been so happy in his life. It was better than helping Gryffindor win the House Cup in his first year, or standing up to Malfoy. He hugged his father back, never wanting to let go. It was the best present he had ever received.
Aw...didn't that just touch your heart? sob I hope you liked my whole story. It was loads of fun writing it. Thanks for the great reviews! You made all the writing worth it. Thank you soooooooooo much! Just because I'm done with this story, doesn't mean I won't stop writing fan fics. I'll keep on writing. Count on it. ;) Oh, and don't forget to leave a review! Thanks a bunch, and have a nice day! :)