If I mentioned Remus already, and it doesn't exactly go with what I am writing in these upcoming chapters, I am sorry, my mind is a bit forgetful.
Hermione,
Dude, chill. ALL IS WELL! I SWEAR ON MERLIN'S PANTS THAT I AM FINE! Do not do anything rash, Hermione Granger, or I will have to hex you. I just got your letter today, and Ron's poor owl is passed out in our kitchen, haha. You should tell him he needs a new owl. Anyhow, I just found out earlier today, it's been a while since... that, but I'm all good. Well, I accidentally dropped a glass of oj this morning when I read the Daily Prophet, but other than that everything is perfectly fine.
Rita Black.
P.S. What are you doing at Ron's anyway? Is there something your not telling me, Mione? (wink, wink)
I rolled up to letter and went back inside to see the very old owl had woken up. I tied the letter to his leg and told him to take the letter to Hermione. I spent the rest of the day outside, reading and watching the black dog running around our yard like a little puppy.
NPOV
Professor Anti-Shampoo. That was a good one. Rita's letter had come in earlier while I had been eating my breakfast, and I nearly choked on my cereal. And the a few minutes later I realized that no one had watered the plants in almost two days, and nearly choked on my cereal again. So that's what I was doing, watering the plants and pulling up the weeds. I would probably be doing this all day, seeing as how the garden wasn't doing too well anymore, for some reasons that I planned on finding out today as well. I jumped as I heard someone yell from the kitchen.
"Neville Longbottom, get in here right now!" Gran yelled, and I stood up too quickly and toppled over into the dirt. I ran into the kitchen through the backdoor.
"What? What's wrong?" My eyes fell on the piece of parchment dangling between her thumb and fore finger.
"What is this?" She demanded, waving the paper.
"I-uh, It's a letter..." I said.
"I know it's a letter! But why are you talking to the likes of her?!" She yelled. I swallowed.
"Because she's m friend," I said defiantly. I have no idea how I got so brave. It's brave to go against my Gran, trust me.
"Neville! Why would you be friends with her?! Do you not remember who her father is?!" She screeched, her face turning red.
"I know, Gran, but she isn't like her father!" I yelled back, getting upset that she was judging one of my best friends.
"How do you know that?! Her father betrayed his best friends! Lied for seven years! And then stabbed them in the back!" She yelled.
"Gran, I had no friends! I was friends with Hermione, and that was it! And now she's my friend, too! I have two friends, Gran. Two. Why do you have to judge her so much for her family?" I said, almost pleadingly.
"Who is Hermione?" She asked.
"She's a muggle born, she's in Gryffindor, too. And Rita is friends with Hermione. Why would she be friends with a muggle born if she wasn't different?"
"Her father was friends with blood traitors! How is that any different?!"
"Because! The rest of her family can't stand muggle borns! And she's best friends with one! She hates it when anyone is mean to her!" I said, trying to prove my point.
"I don't want you hanging out with her."
"Gran! She's one of my only friends! She already has people screaming and running whenever she walks by, and I don't want to hurt her feelings!" I said, trying to get her to change her mind.
"I don't want you to get killed, Neville. You are not allowed to hang around her." I sighed and walked back outside to work on the plants. That didn't go well at all.
RPOV
We walked through the crowd of Diagon Alley, pushing our way through to find my school supplies for this next year at Hogwarts. We had just dropped of my robes at Madam Malkins to get them sewed up. I was busy talking to Tonks as we walked out that I didn't notice someone walking towards me.
"Rita! Rita!" Someone called, and then I was nearly knocked over on my butt as someone grabbed me in a hug.
"Wha- Hermione?! You scared me!" I said, laughing as I hugged her back.
"Aren't you excited for our third year? I can't wait!" She said excitedly. I laughed.
"Yeah, how many classes are you taking?" I asked, looking at her knowingly.
"The hat almost put me in Ravenclaw." She said, knowing that that would stop me from questioning.
"I figured. So what are yo-" I started, but got cut off by a yell.
"Hermione! What are you doing?! I told you before not to talk to her! SHE'S DANGEROUS!" Ronald Weasley yelled as he came running towards us with Harry Potter. I clenched my jaw shut.
"Excuse me, but that's not very nice." Tonks said, stepping forward more and looking at Ron.
"Yeah well neither is hiding dangerous criminals!" Ron accused and I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Really, 'hiding dangerous criminals!'? That's the best you've got? You're just jealous because I'm friends with Hermione, which means she spends less time with you," I fired back.
"I-Pfft, what?- Hermione come on. Let's go!" Ron said, grabbing Hermione's hand and leading her away.
"Bye Hermione!" I yelled after her, partially just to mess with Weasley.
"Come on, Tonks! Let's go see the new broom at the Quidditch supplies store!" I said, dragging her along with me.