A/N: Hi! So I'm just here to thank my lovely Beta-reader Trisha. Thanks for taking some time out of your schedule to read my little fic in the middle of exams. You are the best! Also just wanted to say that this story is completely platonic. Neville and Lavender will not end up together because it is canon-compliant.

Love,

Queen of Kismet

Disclaimer**: The Harry Potter universe does not belong to me. It all belongs to J.K Rowling. I hope you enjoy this fic. I think it's going to be around 9 chapters in all. One for each of their Hogwarts years.


Chapter 1

Neville Longbottom sat cross-legged at the bottom of the huge oak tree. He was waiting for his gran to come and pick him up. As much as he liked coming to the playground and sitting under his oak tree and reading, he hated it when the big kids decided to tease him. He knew he wasn't the most fun person and he got easily tired and ran out of breath because he had that muggle disease called asthma.

"Hello!" came a voice from above him. "Ahhh!" he screeched as he looked up. Right above him, hanging from the lowest branch of the tree was a girl. She had a wide smile plastered on her face, the front two teeth missing. She had reddish-brown hair and light brown eyes.

"I'm Lavender! I think we're neighbours. I'm not sure though because I just moved. I'm 5 years old. How old are you?" she said in one breath. Neville was scared and confused. Why was this girl taking time out of her day to talk to him? No one bothered to talk to him unless they were picking on him. This was weird.

"Helloooo, can't you talk? Why aren't you answering?" Lavender asked. Neville gulped and then answered, "N-no. I can talk. I'm Neville Longbottom and I'm six years old." She stuck out her hand and he shook it, which was quite hard to do since she was still hanging upside down, her long hair blowing into his face.

"See! That wasn't so hard, was it?" she said. He shook his head. "Say, did you say your name was Longbottom? Cause I think my gramps and your gran went to school together." she exclaimed. "M-my gran went to a boarding school in Scotland. Your gramps couldn't have gone there." he said, wondering how this girl knew who his gran was.

"No, no. My gramps told me all about her. Augusta Longbottom right? They went to Hogwarts together." she squealed. "Shhh! Don't say that out loud. What if the muggles hear you?" He chided.

"The muggles won't hear us. They're far away. So, are you a witch too?" She asked. "Ohhhh, I'd love to know another witch. It's so boring when you can't talk to anyone about yourself." Neville said in a dejected voice, "I'm a squib. Please don't talk so loudly or the other kids will hear us."

"Why do you think you're a squib?" she whispered. "Because all my family are great wizards and witches and I've never even done any magic." Neville confessed. Lavender frowned, "Well then I'll help you! I've done loads o' magic. My mummy says that everyone has magic! Even muggles. So I'm sure I could teach you."

"But squibs and muggles can't do magic. My gran says that's a fact." Neville sniffled.

"Oh pish! She's wrong! Besides-" she said and leaned in conspicuously, "When I grow up, I want to be a teacher! And teachers can make you learn anything!"

"Really? I didn't know that." he admitted.

Suddenly, a shrill voice came from over from the Park entrance. "Neville! Where are you boy?" the voice yelled?

"Who's that?" Lavender asked, pointing her finger at the lady fast approaching them, waving a vulture hat at him.

"That's my gran. I have to go now but it was nice meeting you. Bye!" he said and got up. Without waiting for a reply, he walked over to his gran, dusting himself off on the way.

"Hi Gran!" he greeted. Gran didn't reply and roughly gripped his shoulder before beginning to steer him toward the exit.

Suddenly, he heard someone calling him. He turned around to see the girl waving at him.

"It was nice to meet you too!" she exclaimed before pulling herself up from her upside-down position and jumping off the tree.

His gran seemed to have noticed the girl as well. "Who was that girl?" She interrogated him.

"No one, just some girl who moved in next door," he said nonchalantly. Gran huffed.

"Well don't go becoming friends with her now. She seems reckless and unruly."

He nodded absentmindedly but was smiling inside. He wasn't sure yet but he thought that given some time, he and Lavender could become great friends.


A/N: Yes, I know that most five-year-olds don't talk like this, or maybe they do I have no idea. It's been some time since I was last a five year old and I don't spend that much time around children cause of the pandemic. So if this does not capture the lingual capabilities of 5 years olds then that is the reason.

- Queen of Kismet