Embracing His True Self

Chapter 47

Harry made his way towards the first room that Neville suggested his Gran might be occupying. A few moments later, he could hear the sounds of shuffling and a House-elves squeaky voice, considering House-elves didn't generally talk to themselves, with the obvious exception being Kreacher of course, he knew that Augusta was within the confines in the room. He stood at the doorway, silently, wondering just what she would think of his presence here. Oh, she no doubt become aware that he had saved her and her grandson. If Neville hadn't told her, the portraits of passed Longbottom's most assuredly would have.

Harry purposely moved a little louder to gain Lady Longbottom's attention, she might be old, may be injured but there was definitely nothing wrong with her hearing or instincts he realised. She had gone for her wand, which was right next to her on the writing board she had in front of her. Her gaze turned shrewd and calculating and quite frankly it made Harry feel rather exposed.

Exposed in ways that he hadn't felt in the longest of times.

"Lord Potter," Augusta said her tone clipped. Smoothing out the bedcovers, feeling rather underdressed in front of the young man who had saved her and her grandsons life. She had made the mistake of underestimating him once before, and she most definitely would not allow it to happen again. She'd underestimated him because she thought she knew him due to the fact her grandson wrote about him, more so in the last near enough two years than ever before. It had started off as an awe, having met someone so famous but it turned into something deeper, a long lasting kinship and brotherhood. It shouldn't have surprised her really, both boys had suffered so much and in a similar way, if what Neville had said…perhaps they had suffered in an even more similar way than she relished. "I apologise for my state of undress and positioning. If I had known I would have company…" she trailed off, she would have dressed for it, as well as made sure she was seated as someone respectful for the house of Longbottom. This wasn't the way her house acted, they were always poised, elegant and respectful.

"Lady Longbottom, I do hope you're recovering well after the horrendous attack," Harry stated, his brow furrowed slightly, "And please, no apologies are required, at least not from you," his eyes gleaming sharply, oh, no, this was all on Dumbledore.

Augusta was surprised by the genuine worry that crossed Harry's face, perhaps not fully aimed at her but Neville instead? Or perhaps the thought of Neville losing the last of his family? It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case. There was something different about the Lord, he had a sharpness to him that hadn't been present during his parents will reading. A sharpness and a darkness, Neville was probably blind to how dangerous Lord Potter could be, but Augusta was beginning to realize just how dangerous. "Thank you, Lord Potter for your kindness and generosity, and may I say, the House of Longbottom owe you our lives, we will do what we can to repay our debts." A flash of magic bound Augusta to her word.

"Truthfully you do not owe me anything," Harry said darkly, a scowl on his face, "Dumbledore attacked you in order to draw me out."

Surprised flittered over Augusta's features, "This is true," she agreed, not even attempting to lie to him, she saw no need. "However, you cannot allow yourself to be responsible for one mans insane actions."

"Not just one," Harry added icily, Doge had been in on it after all.

"Indeed," Augusta said, gazing at Harry speculatively, the way he was speaking, his mannerisms vividly reminded her of someone. Her mind couldn't quite pinpoint whom it reminded her off, but she would not rest until she figured it out. "I'm sure you didn't just come to ensure an old woman's wellbeing considering Neville has no doubt kept you informed."

"He has," Harry stated immediately, remaining at the doorway, he had no wish to make the woman feel uncomfortable. Or more uncomfortable, it was obvious she wasn't used to entertaining anyone while weakened and with only a nighty on and in bed to boot. "Tell me…what do you plan to do regarding Dumbledore, Lady Longbottom?" he asked seriously.

"Come, sit by me, let us drink and converse," Lady Longbottom suggested, her frail hands pressing upon the beautiful china coffee pot with a sprinkle of triumph in her eyes. Apparently talking about Dumbledore made her less self-conscious about her current state. "And also, I would like it if you call me Augusta, you are a friend of the family, and allied with us in our debt to you," she added as she poured them both cups of coffee, which was housed in china cups that were identical to the coffee pot.

Harry stared at Augusta pensively, the way she was looking at him…quite honestly, it was beyond probing. It was almost as if she had realized who he was deep inside and who he was allied with. If that was true…was Augusta pushing Neville towards what she thought was the safe side? The winning side? Or was he reading too much into it? Surely, Augusta wouldn't contemplate the idea of letting her grandson join the dark side? No, he couldn't let his imagination run away with him. Either way, it changed nothing, it's not as though he could force Neville to be friends with him when the news broke that he was on the 'dark side' now. He knew it would happen, especially with Voldemort bloody announcing it to every single Death Eater and ally. "Then you must call me Harry, Lord Potter…makes me feel decades older than I am," he said wryly, it wasn't as if he could say 'reminds me of his dad' the truth was he had never known him and never would. He had died for a cause he believed in, and Harry would do the same at the end of the day.

Making their coffee's as they liked them, both of them began to drink their brews in silence. Augusta thinking on what she wanted to say and Harry waiting patiently to hear what she had to say.

"The way you asked me that question…belays a sense of…invasive probing, you have something planned," Augusta stated sharply, "You are behind the news articles aren't you, Harry?" a acerbic smirk hidden behind her cup, but Harry saw in nonetheless.

Harry blinked at her, green eyes wide and innocent, "Why would you think that?"

Augusta snorted in amusement, very unladylike of her, but she was just unable to contain herself, "You are good, Lord Potter, very good, but I can see right through you, it's much too much innocence for a soon to be sixteen-year-old."

Harry smirked wryly, conceding her point, "I shall neither deny or confirm that,"

"There is no need, not many have the information you do, Harry," Augusta pointed out, "You messed up if you didn't want Dumbledore to know."

"Oh?" Harry asked, sitting up a little straighter, more alert, eyes narrowed in on the woman cautiously. Not that it really mattered, Dumbledore would know he was the one revealing everything tomorrow, but still…the thought of Dumbledore already knowing was rather alarming to him.

"The article about the chamber of secrets," Augusta explained, before placing her cup on its saucer, "Only someone who has read it more than once would find it. It's in there, only one who has actually seen the chamber would have known about that particular detail." According to her grandson only three people had seen it, and she knew the Weasley's were too entranced and entrenched in Dumbledore to even contemplate such an idea. This left only one other potential candidate and the most likely one too.

Harry closed his eyes and cursed when it dawned on him what she was talking about, "The damn statue of Salazar Slytherin," and here he was thinking he was being so bloody careful. Even Voldemort had read over his work and made sure he hadn't missed anything and they'd both apparently missed something quite significant.

Augusta's lips twitched, "You still have far to go, but for your age and the length of time within our world…you are doing magnificently." She was oddly proud of him for his actions, spreading awareness of Dumbledore in such a manner, it was…astounding really. Neville was very…insecure and innocent in ways that pureblood teens did not retain, and Neville wouldn't know how to manipulate someone let alone do it. He couldn't even keep his emotions in check, he was just too genuine. Some people had what it took, which Lord Potter definitely did, and some did not, like her grandson. At least he would have someone there to look out for him and give him the best chance of survival and prevent Neville from being eaten by the sharks so to speak.

Harry just wordless huffed in annoyance, still pissed off with himself for failing to realize that he'd been potentially outed so quickly. If Augusta knew, Neville suspected, Hermione definitely had to have worked it out too. He idly wondered if Dumbledore had caught that, or if he had been too pissed to properly peruse the article. It may very well what had led to Dumbledore's sudden attack on the Longbottoms – sheer desperation – in order to attempt to get him back firmly under control and cease the attack on his person before anything more…damaging got out. In fact the article had come out just the day before the attack on Longbottom manor Harry realized.

Oh, Dumbledore knew, he realized with sharp annoyance.

He wondered if Voldemort had figured that out and why they were suddenly going on lockdown. Well for both things, the article and the new one that would be soon published.

"I do hope you enjoy tomorrows edition," Harry stated smugly, unable to help himself really. She knew, there was no point to keeping up the pointless charade. He placed the cup down when he heard footsteps and quiet murmuring that sounded like Neville. "If you'll excuse me, it's time to collect Luna," he sighed, mostly to himself, today was going to be a long, long day. He'd need to come up with one hell of an excuse to Sirius and Remus as to why he was suddenly not going to be visiting them on his birthday. Something he'd already agreed to.

"Ah, yes, I'm not used to such young buoyant company, it's been such a long time since the manor has been so occupied," Augusta stated, her face was inscrutable but the gleam in her eyes told another story. She was actually looking forward to the company. There came a time in everyone's life when they wanted company and especially those who didn't get much in the way of company anymore. Either due to distance, time or their loved ones passing away.

"Buoyant is the correct way to describe Luna, definitely," Harry grinned widely, amused, probably the kindest way to describe her, either that or eccentric which only was used by extremely rich assholes to describe someone who was odd and rich that you couldn't insult. "And don't think I didn't notice you avoided my answer," he pointed out wryly, green eyes glimmering.

"Did I not?" Augusta asked, "How remiss of me,"

"Very," Harry said dryly, just as Neville peeked his head in, giving Harry a gesture with his head, indicating he was ready to go get Luna. "Good luck with your continued recovery, may it be swift," with that Harry stood up and made his way towards the door again, leaving Augusta behind without another word.

Augusta watched Harry leaving, despite the fact she was no longer primarily on the Wizengamot – she was training Neville to take his rightful place one day – she still had those who were willing to impart her with information. Not that they were doing wrong per se, she was still a member, albeit retired. She loved the politics of it all, but she just didn't have the patience and countenance to deal with it all. Especially with raising Neville alone, who can sit in meetings at all hours of the day with a child to raise? Nobody, and as old as she was, she never palmed her grandson off to the House-elves, it was inconceivable to do such a thing. How would a child learn if it was constantly in the company of House-elves?

The latest missive was surprising to say the least, she hadn't seen politic manoeuvring like this for decades. Or policies, there had been rumours of a group called the Knights of the Walpurgis back in the day. There was no such rumours now, but the policies were almost identical to those who looked close enough. There had been a suggestion that Tom Riddle was the mastermind behind it. Those thoughts had been swiftly banished, after all, Tom Riddle had gone on a crusade and started a war by creating fractions in the magical world. Become the most feared Dark Lord the magical world had ever seen – rightfully so he was so powerful, frighteningly so – but she'd never really cared about the goals before. Not until his son and daughter-in-law had become Aurors and Order members, putting them directly in the firing path.

They hadn't been silent about their allegiances either, and Dumbledore had been rather proud of that fact. Which had infuriated Augusta completely, she blamed herself, she blamed Dumbledore and she blamed Voldemort for what happened despite the fact those who had done it were now dead, buried on the island having suffered for over a decade for what they did to her son.

Tom Riddle had become Voldemort. Not many realized this of course, but she had been close friends with Minerva at one point. Unfortunately their communications had died down when the war was at its worst. She had been so busy, as Deputy Headmistress, Transfiguration professor, Head of Gryffindor and a member of the Order. How she found the time to write for Transfiguration weekly she honestly hadn't an idea.

The name…Augusta straightened up, her mind reeling, calculating each move Harry had made earlier. His mannerisms, dear Merlin, Harry had been acting like Tom Riddle. Could it be possible? Had Harry joined the Dark Lord? Still reeling, her mind mulled over everything she'd learned, was it someone continuing his legacy? Or the wizard himself? He had returned, of that much he was certain. Why suddenly go a different route? What had happened back then and now to cause his abrupt turn around? Or was he simply bidding his time? Could Harry work with that? Considering the rumours of his childhood…perhaps he did agree with Tom's ideals.

Needless to say she was stunned by what she'd worked out but not unduly surprised.

"Let's go get her," he stated, it was time to ensure that everyone he cared about was safe until the war was over. Or at least until Dumbledore and the Order were dealt with and contained so they couldn't cause any more damage. They could curse at him, hate him, never speak to him again, Harry didn't care as long as they were alive to do it.

At least they'd be alive to do it. Not fighting in a bloody war they have no real opinion on.

Friends is no real reason to chose a side, not at all. Not even for him, he didn't want that.

If he wasn't doing it for them, then they shouldn't do it for him.

Having shored himself up, sticking to his convictions, Neville and Harry made their way outside, quickly stepping down the doorsteps until gravel crunched under their feet. They were by no means dallying but definitely weren't being slow about getting Luna.

Harry wasn't sure whether Dumbledore would do something like that again, especially with the situation with the Longbottom's being currently unknown for him. He couldn't get to them, with the manor being locked down tightly with the Fidelius Charm. He'd probably meant to 'rescue' them himself after a brief interlude but that had gone to hell. He could be under the impression they were dead or worse…they remembered and Dumbledore didn't do well with uncertainty.

He wasn't risking it regardless anyway.

Once they were over the wards Harry grabbed a hold of Neville and apparated to Luna's.

He couldn't help but glance at the Burrow as he did so, he had enjoyed his time in the Burrow. For the short times he'd been there, Dumbledore giving him just a slice of normalcy, to keep him complacent. To make him care for them, so that he would do whatever it took to keep his 'pseudo family' safe. Molly and Arthur seemed to genuinely care, but how much of that was manipulated by Dumbledore too? He'd never really seen any of the others having their friends over for dinner. Then again the Weasley's didn't have a lot of money, no doubt food was something scarce sometimes.

"You okay?" Neville asked quietly, sympathy written across his face, understanding how Harry felt. It was never easy when you lost friends, especially when you felt betrayed by them.

"Yeah," Harry sighed, "I'm fine, just…wishful thinking I suppose…" life had been simple back then, just hide, tide himself over until he was old enough. Now he felt he was constantly playing a game of cat and mouse… with friends he truly cared for…with the hangman's noose waiting patiently behind him to see it all crumble to dust. He wouldn't change his course though, he was happy, happier than he'd ever been despite the danger that came with it.

"It isn't too late," Neville pointed out, even he knew it was a big fat lie, he just wanted to give what comfort he could. Even if it was a pointless lie, he just wanted to give some form of comfort. Harry didn't usually dwell on the past, so to see it was a surprise.

Harry snorted derisively, yeah it was, more so than Neville could fathom. He'd found a real family with Voldemort and Barty, and yes, with Neville and Luna too. Real friendships that he hadn't understood before. Hermione came close to being another real friendship, especially now, seeing things from her point of view. Something he wouldn't have wanted to do but did nonetheless.

"Yeah, I guess, sorry," Neville said sheepishly, brushing the back of his head, his hair was getting longer. His gran didn't like it much, but Neville kind of liked it.

Harry shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'what can you do' the past was the past. "Come on," refusing to dwell on the past any longer. He stalked away from the Burrow situated in the distance and turned his gaze towards Luna's home, which was much tidier and nicer than the Burrow, the 'nice' as in the house wasn't mismatched layers, just one beautiful building. It was idyllic, surrounded by gorgeous flowers, in the garden itself as well as on every windowsill. The windows themselves were open and it honestly made Harry wish he had a similar place himself, a little cottage.

Maybe one day he'd build himself one.

Who knew? He certainly didn't have to do what anyone told him anymore.

He was free.

There was a freedom in that, answering to nobody, as he got entrenched in Dumbledore more and more he begun to feel he'd never be free. He'd expected even worse when Voldemort came back…but look at him now?

Harry blinked, eyes sharpening as he almost jumped as Neville knocked on the door which was now in front of them. He couldn't even remember approaching it, shaking off his idle thoughts, refusing to let himself become distracted. He eyed his surroundings suspiciously, subtly casting a few spells, before relaxing, nothing here expect a few spells that was cast by presumably Mr. Lovegood.

Despite the fact he'd known Luna for a while now, he hadn't seen a picture or met her father. Yet the sight that met him, made him realize that Luna was the spitting image of her father, well, more feminine version of him at any rate. From the blue eyes and long blonde tresses that fell down their backs. He idly wondered if they were in any way related to the Malfoy's back in the day. The blonde hair was identical to Malfoy's hair, he'd need to actually do a line-up of Luna's lineages.

Harry's smile slipped a little, until he was merely a fixed one. He wasn't sure why, but he'd expected more of Luna's father since Luna herself hadn't given two hoots about who he was. He was proven wrong, the look on his face was pure wonder and awe. He wasn't used to those reactions anymore, as odd as it sounded at the end of the day.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Lovegood may we speak to Luna, please?" Neville said, pointedly clearing his throat. He didn't even need to glance at Harry to know he was deeply uncomfortable with the staring. He had noticed it from the moment Harry stepped foot in the magical world. He loathed the staring, the gossiping and the rumours.

"Oh!" the wizard said looking a little absently distracted, "Come on in! I'm sure Luna would love to see you both!"

Harry smiled, that had been the most genuine words he'd ever heard. Xenophilius 'Xeno' Lovegood loved his daughter deeply, he was so happy to have them there, for his daughter. In his mind he held onto the fear that Luna would not gain friends, would remain alone and it was the last thing any parent wished for their child. Surprisingly he felt as though he was the one that messed up, it was rare to find a daughter and father so close, but considering their…loss it shouldn't be a surprise.

"Thank you, Sir!" Neville said politely as they both stepped into the house.

"LUNA! Your friends are here!" Xeno called up the stairs, before he began to boil water, presumably out of sheer habit. Either that or the knowledge that Harry and Neville were pureblood's and probably used to drinking coffee when visiting someone's home.

"You have a beautiful home, it's very…picturesque and calm." Harry said, the polar opposite of the Burrow ironically enough, which was mismatched and extremely loud, there was hardly a peaceful moment there. Although after all the time he spent in silence ignored by the Dursley's the noise had been welcomed at the time.

A muffled reply came from Luna, along with shuffling and doors being opened and closed.

Surprise flickered through Xeno's face, giving Harry a hard look, but it softened like the snow in front of the sun. A smile appearing on his face as he too looked around his home, very proud of the place he and his wife had built on this land so long ago. "Thank you," he said, he could tell Harry was being sincere, it wasn't a sharp dig like many others had made of him. once the pot was ready, he begun to make four cups of coffee. He didn't even ask them if they wanted them, instead they each had a cup and saucer placed in their hands as if Xeno wasn't all there, just going through the motions.

Harry flicked his gaze over to Neville, quirking his eyebrow silently, murmuring a quiet thanks for the brew. Only drinking it once he was sure it wasn't drugged, a habit he refused to break. You couldn't trust anyone, or rather not many people at any rate and he definitely wasn't going to trust Xeno Lovegood only after just meeting him. The wizard wasn't his daughter after all.

"Thank you, daddy," Luna said as she entered the kitchen, hair wet and braided back, taking the cup giving her dad a reverential look as she turned to face her two friends speculatively. Her blue eyes held wisdom and knowledge that she shouldn't have, it was as if she knew the secret to the entire universe.

Neville just shook his head once, it wasn't something simple or new, Xeno had always been that way as far back as Neville remembered. It was like a constant fugue state, blacking out of reality when it became too much for him. Normally going on holiday and being surrounded by animals helped the wizard. He missed his bonded, his wife, with all he was and the only thing keeping him on earth was his daughter who he loved fiercely.

Quiet shuffling commenced as Xeno left them to talk, looking quite happy with the situation.

"Enjoying your summer holidays?" Harry asked, putting the saucer aside to focus on Luna.

"It has been enjoyable," Luna admitted, "I suspected you'd be here, although not quite so soon."

Surprise floored Harry, "What do you mean?" his spine stiff as he stared speculatively at Luna.

"Do you honestly think I'd be unaware of my own personal guards?" Luna teased, but her face was solemn. With good reason, her guards were people who had hurt Neville's parents.

Harry swallowed taken completely by surprise, glancing at Neville so quickly that the teenager didn't even notice the movement. "Um…I gave them the charms to hide themselves…how on earth did you…" he'd had to given the fact they were taking about Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood here, they were smart and tended to notice things.

"Runes do have the propensity to be underestimated, don't you agree?"

Harry groaned, staring at the wooden beams above them, "You've buried runes around the property,"

"I did," Luna said nodding her agreement, she loved the subject very much. She'd been terrified at first, thinking they were after her and her father. Yet nothing happened, and she'd realized quite quickly that they were protecting her. She couldn't see why though, because it tied too closely with her future. At least she assumed so, since that was usually the only time she couldn't see certain things.

He made a mental note to add bloody runes to his shielding charms. He was an idiot for underestimating Runes, a subject he actually really liked now by the way. He regretted not taking it in the first place, it was much more fascinating than Divination, if they gave you an opportunity to attend a few classes, he would have hands down taken Ancient Runes. It was his own fault, people just didn't associate defence with Runes. Harry just huffed in annoyance at his own stupidity, ignoring the pleased grin twisting Luna's features.

"Are you going anywhere else this summer?" Neville asked, interrupting Harry's sulking. "I mean abroad or looking for any other creatures?" Luna tried to fill their entire summer up with interesting things, they hardly spent any length time at home not in the summer.

"No, I decided against it this year," Luna declared strongly, which wasn't like her at all.

Harry gave her a hard look, trying to figure out what was going on with her. "Is everything alright?" he ventured, she did look a little pale just at the mere mention of going anywhere abroad or looking for creatures…as if she knew something could happen.

"Yes," Luna replied, giving Harry a smile, everything would be just fine.

"Listen…" Harry said, leaning forward an intense look on his face, "You know about the attack on Neville…but what we failed to mention was who did it." A knowing gleam became obvious on Luna's face.

"I noticed," Luna prompted, "Just afterwards the bodyguard showed up," which meant they were worried about her. She hated the fact she didn't see much, she hadn't seen what happened to Neville until after the fact.

"It was Dumbledore," Harry stated curtly, and there wasn't even a hint of surprise on Luna's face. Narrowing his eyes suspiciously, "You know." He stated, refusing to believe she'd had prior knowledge of it. She cared very deeply for Neville even if it wasn't in a lovers way. He refused to believe she had anything to do with it.

"What…wait…no, Luna wouldn't…" Neville protested.

"No, she wouldn't, which begs the question…how do you know, Luna?" Harry asked seriously.

"Did you know that Cassandra Trelawney had a sister?" she asked out of the blue, standing up and moving towards the window.

"Um…no, I barely know anything about her line," Neville murmured, "It wasn't one of the families my Gran taught me about."

"A Seer," Harry whispered, his brow furrowing as he tried to figure out what that meant.

"Yes, both had different abilities, Cassandra Trelawney married but kept her name, she wasn't insomuch a seer but a prophet of sorts despite the fact she had what they called 'the inner eye'. She made prophecies, it was her sister that had the ability to see the future. Both of the sisters were extremely powerful, but Cassandra flouted her abilities while her sister was content to take a back seat. Cybil spelled with a 'C' married Xenon Lovegood, my great-great-great grandfather." Luna explained, "My parents were cousins twice removed…and it enabled to make the blood a little stronger and gave me the ability long since died from the family line."

"Your mother…was she a Muggle-Born?" Harry asked very interested.

Luna glanced back at Harry blinking in surprise, "No, my grandmother was, it didn't matter to my grandfather."

"The infusion of Muggle blood followed by an old line…that's what brought it back," Harry insisted excitement brewing within his green eyes.

"You don't believe that do you?" Neville asked, despite his words a thoughtful look came on his face.

"Nymphadora Tonks has the Metamorphamagus ability, her mother is a Black…her father was a Muggle-born wizard. I'm a half-blood…Dumbledore's mother is a Muggle-born, you didn't hear it from me though," he added wryly, "Are you going to tell me that these are mere coincidences?" he could add Luna to the never ending list of revived gifts of any kind due to the influx of Muggle blood.

Neville's jaw was on the floor as he stuttered, surprised by the admission that Dumbledore was a Half-blood. It wasn't even on the chocolate frog card, it was curious that. Dumbledore was a pureblood name, everyone probably just assumed he was in fact pureblood too.

"Remus Lupin also had a Muggle parent, his mom, and he's quite powerful," Harry added another name to the list, he couldn't very well talk about Voldemort, otherwise he'd have a temper tantrum.

"Oh," Neville's mouth was open in a 'O' as he processed everything he'd just learnt.

"Look we can't predict what Dumbledore is going to do…and there's going to be a pretty damning edition in the Daily Prophet tomorrow…I'm worried…I would like it very much if you and your father would at least consider coming to Longbottom manor."

"Just remember if you decide not to come, I'm going to stun you and drag you along anyway," Harry interjected seriously.

Neville flung Harry an incredulous look, he wasn't going to help Harry kidnap Mr. Lovegood and Luna.

"My dad won't want to come," Luna explained, as matter-of-factly.

"We have a rare albino Pegasus in our stable, he can observe him in his inhabitant," Neville pointed out, by rare he meant very, very rare.

"A what you say?" Xeno shouted through, which meant he had heard every single thing they'd said.

"I think we caught his attention," Harry said innocently, "Go get everything you'll both need, I have one more stop to make today," Harry sighed, rubbing his temples.

Within ten minutes Luna and her father were ready to go.

"I love magic," Harry said grinning widely, it sped things up so well as he glanced at the trunks containing everything the Lovegood's would need at Neville's.

Neville and Luna just chuffed in amusement, not truly understanding his sentiments, although out of them both…Neville did understand the most. For there was a time in his life where he feared he'd never display a sign of magic and therefore be nothing more than a squib.

What will Augusta Longbottom do with this new information? Will Neville get his parents back? Will Harry be able to give them their life back? Will they move to America to get away from the memories? Or will Neville learn to live with what happened to them and be able to overcome his hatred of the Lestranges? Or will he only be friends with Harry from afar after the war? The Floo network and portkey's will ensure they can see each other after all...Read and Review please!