Chapter 2 – A New Home
Three weeks later Harry was sitting on his bed reading his Transfiguration book.
After Neville's Gran warned Uncle Vernon into behaving, he let Harry take his school supplies up to his bedroom instead of locking them in the cupboard under the stairs.
That wasn't the only change. The Dursley's were even more scared of Harry than ever, all believing he would cast magic on them without a doubt, especially since he kept his wand on him at all times, just to keep them under control.
However Uncle Vernon was coming very close to his breaking point, and that was not good. When his Uncle was angry, he was violent and unpredictable. The thought that Harry was the one in charge of HIS house had him in a near violent rage the previous night. Petunia had poured him bourbon very quickly to calm him down.
Harry just kept to himself in his room poring over his transfiguration book. Transfiguration and Charms were the only subjects he could tolerate for long periods of time. He found Potions to be a waste of time. He knew that even if he did well, Snape would likely destroy his work out of sheer spite.
Transfiguration was the one that was most interesting for a variety of reasons. One was because you could change any item to something else, but visualisation was a strong factor in that. Two was because of Professor McGonagall. Although stern but fair, the lady treated him like he was just another student, not The Boy Who Lived.
Snape treated him like he was his father, doling out insults and childish tantrums towards him like he was his father reincarnated.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts as a crash came from downstairs.
Harry smirked. Vernon was now having to cook his own breakfasts in the morning, and the man was absolutely hopeless in the kitchen. The fire station had been out twelve days ago because of Vernon setting his toast and eggs on fire. A neighbour had seen the smoke coming from the house and called them.
Every man and woman from the fire station that had showed up left with tears of laughter. They couldn't believe that the large fat man had no idea how to cook eggs, let alone toast. Everyone in the neighbourhood had found out the reason for the fire before the end of the day, and now Vernon was being taunted by the neighbours for his complete uselessness in the kitchen.
Harry put down his Transfiguration book and went downstairs. It was better to check if his uncle had accidentally started a fire again.
He hadn't even set a foot on the stairs when Uncle Vernon started shouting.
"FIRE! FIRE!"
For god's sake, thought Harry.
He went back into his room and threw his Transfiguration book in his trunk.
He dragged his trunk downstairs like he did last time and made for the back door towards the shed. Vernon was no longer in the kitchen and had fled. The microwave on the other hand had burst into flames. Harry could see the bowl of soup in the microwave was on fire.
Oh, damn, thought Harry, as the flames had now reached the drapes above the counter. He darted out the back door with his trunk and threw it into the shed. The shed was well back from the house so it couldn't possibly be affected. Harry turned to look at the house.
"This was caused by soup?" said Harry incredulously, as the flames had now clearly reached the upper levels of the house. Dark sulphurous smoke was coming from the upper windows, there was a strong breezy flame shattering its way through his aunt's and uncle's bedroom, and the conservatory had fallen in already.
By the time the fire engine arrived, the house was irreparably damaged. The living room was utterly destroyed, the bathroom had caved into the kitchen, the bathtub and toilet having destroyed most of the counters, the stairs were burnt out, and the upstairs hallway had caved in along with the bathroom and his bedroom.
Uncle Vernon had resurfaced. He had gone next door to call the fire station and was now telling lies to the police officer that his nephew Harry had caused it.
The police officer turned to Harry. The man looked worn out from listening to the obvious lies.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Harry hid his smirk. "You might want to check the remains of the microwave," he spoke loudly so the listening neighbours could hear. "He set the house on fire trying to heat up soup."
Uncle Vernon's face turned a nasty shade of purple.
"He's right," said the fire chief, emerging from the burned-out house. "We were here twelve days ago when Vernon Dursley set his toast and eggs on fire."
The police officer managed to try his best to keep from bursting into laughter, which infuriated Vernon. He swung out and punched the officer in the face. The fire brigade rushed in and held Vernon back as another called for backup.
By the time Petunia arrived home from shopping with Dudley, Vernon had been arrested for assaulting an officer. She made no move to defend him, absolutely furious his abysmal cooking burned her house down. She took Harry and Dudley away from Privet Drive and stayed at her friend Yvonne's house. On the third day there, she got a visitor. Albus Dumbledore.
"What do you want?" she spat at him.
"To discuss Harry's living arrangements," he said gravely. "There is a serious issue."
Albus Dumbledore went straight to the point. "The protection I have applied to your house has been disabled as you walked away from it. The only way to re-enable it is to move back in. However, my repairing charms are barely working on it, and I have no desire to make you live in a pile of rubble. I will take Harry away today and house him with a friend of his. I shall give you some money so you can fend for yourself and your son."
"What about my husband?" she asked.
"I have looked into that already," he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "When he was brought to the police station, he tried to fight numerous officers shouting he would beat Harry for making him destroy your house. He's going to be facing multiple charges for Assault on an Officer and child abuse. I can not prevent this from happening. There's too many people involved."
Petunia sank onto the couch in defeat. Her life was ruined, and she didn't blame Harry. She knew full well it was her husband's fault.
"Might I offer a suggestion?"
Petunia nodded.
"Divorce your husband," said Albus. "You won't like it, but it will be the only way to save your grace and reputation. Give your son a good education away from bad influences. Raise him well. It won't be easy, but I am willing to throw in some extra money to help. Make sure to claim the insurance on your house so you can get a nice place of your own. You will eventually need a job. I will give you two years. By September nineteen-ninety-four I will stop giving you money. I am quite sure you will want to earn money independently by then."
Petunia was overwhelmed with the offer being offered to her. Three days ago she was broke with no house. She had always hated the magical world for taking her sister but not her. Now basically the leader of the magical world wanted to help her. Thirty seconds later she made her decision.
She held out her hand and shook Albus Dumbledore's hand.
Five minutes later she shook her once hated nephew's hand.
"Best of luck, Harry."
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"Where are we going to, professor?" asked Harry.
As Dumbledore turned his face to Harry, he noticed for the first time what looked like a handprint on the old man's face.
"Augusta Longbottom has been nagging me for two weeks to take you out of Privet Drive to her home," he said. "As I don't want to get slapped again, I'm taking you to her right away. I've already retrieved your trunk. I also got you a new owl cage for Hedwig. I'm glad she was flying when your house burned down. Her old cage was destroyed due to it being directly above the microwave your Uncle attempted to heat up soup."
"Can you cook, professor?" asked Harry with a smile.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Professor McGonagall won't let me near the Hogwarts kitchens unless she is with me. Does that answer your question?"
Harry laughed at that.
"There's an issue I'd like to discuss with you, Harry," he said, now sounding grave. "Your aunt has relinquished custody of you. I cannot claim custody of you legally. I would be deemed too old to be a guardian to an almost twelve year old child. However, I can arrange to have your custody transferred to someone else. I'd like you to choose by next April. Make a few good friends. I'm quite sure someone would be delighted to call you a brother."
And with that statement, Harry was whisked off by a portkey to Longbottom Manor.
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Harry had fallen asleep while Dumbledore was talking to Madam Augusta Longbottom.
After Dumbledore left she carried the sleeping child to the spare bedroom next to Neville's. She didn't want to levitate him as the ceiling had a low point at the back of the stairs.
She checked in on her grandson before she turned in for the night. Her right hand still felt sore as she pulled her duvet over herself. Then again, she had slapped Albus hard when he said five days ago Harry couldn't stay here.
Smiling serenely, she let sleep claim her as she drifted off to dreamland.
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When Harry's eyes opened the next morning, he was greeted with the sight of a cream colored ceiling with a chandelier.
"Where am I?" he wondered aloud.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a very large bedroom. An immense wardrobe and drawers laid to his left. An intricate large desk was in the corner. And on the wall was a portrait of a quaint looking seaside village.
He noticed an en-suite through an open door to his right and he was busting to go. After he relieved himself, he remembered what had happened the previous day.
"I'm in Neville's home," he realised.
He wanted to find his friend so he left the room only to bump into a large man.
"Oh ho," said the ebullient man. "You must be Harry Potter. Augusta told me you were here. It is a great pleasure to meet you."
Harry shook the man's hand but was utterly confused. It must have shown on his face as the man responded.
"Oh, so sorry," he said. "I should have introduced myself. I am Algernon Longbottom, but you can call me Algie. I'm Neville's uncle."
"Where is Neville?" asked Harry.
"He's still in his bed," laughed the man. "Come with me, we'll both wake him up. Seeing you will be a nice surprise for him. He's had nothing to say but good things about you."
He took Harry into the next room where Neville was softly sleeping. Harry smiled at the sight of his friend. Neville looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.
"Hey, watch this," whispered Algie. "GORGONZOLA CHEESE FOR BREAKFAST. WAKE UP NEVILLE."
Harry couldn't help but laugh as his friend shot up out of bed.
"Gorgonzola," he said breathlessly. "Get out so I can get dressed."
"Aren't you going to say hello to your friend?" queried Algie.
"Hello, Harry," Neville said on instinct. Then he froze up. "Harry."
He bowled over his Uncle and ran to Harry, wrapping his arms around Harry and hugging him.
"You're finally here. It's great to see you."
Harry smiled at the cheerfulness of his friend. He liked the feeling of Neville holding on to him and returned the hug affectionately.
"It's great to see you too, Neville," he chuckled. "Now hurry up or I'll eat your gorgonzola."
"Come on, Harry," said Algie, steering Harry out. "I'll show you to your breakfast while Sir Neville gets dressed."
Algie took Harry down the staircase and steered him to the dining room. Augusta was already in there chewing on some bacon.
"Look who I found upstairs," boomed Algie. "Harry Potter himself. He's hungry and wants some food."
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the man's antics. Algie Longbottom seemed crazy in a fun way and clearly loved being dramatic.
"Good morning, Harry," said Augusta warmly. "What would you like for breakfast?"
"Well, um - "
Harry had no idea how to respond. Never before had he been asked that question and he was feeling nervous.
Algie answered for him. "Let's get him some cereal first and then feed him a big fry up. Bacon, sausage, potato bread, tomatoes, beans, egg, and toast with gorgonzola and orange juice."
By the time Algie finished speaking Harry's mouth was watering.
"Liddy," called Augusta. At once a strange creature appeared out of thin air. It had large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. It was wearing a silver small gown and glasses.
"Yes, mistress," the creature said. "How can I help?"
"Can you bring Harry here a Longbottom breakfast?"
The creature's eyes widened at it looked at Harry.
"Right away miss." And it left.
"What is that?" asked Harry.
"That's Liddy, the family house elf."
"House-elf?" Harry was confused.
Algie laughed. "You don't know very much about the Wizarding World, do you Harry?"
Harry dropped his head in shame.
"Well, I'll tell you a few things while you eat."
Neville joined them a moment later and requested the same breakfast.
Harry ate his breakfast while listening to Algie. The man had a veritable amount of information on everything in the wizarding world. The gorgonzola had such a lovely taste on the toast. He really enjoyed it.
"Well, I need to get to the ministry," said Algie. They're approving a couple new laws today and I need to cast my vote on the floor."
Turning to Harry he shook his hand. "Once again, it is a pleasure to meet you, Harry. I will see you later."
And with that he left.
"Your uncle seems fun," smiled Harry.
"He's a mad hatter," laughed Neville. "Ironically, that's his nickname among his friends."
"Well, I need to do some paperwork for the Ministry," announced Augusta. "Can you show Harry around, Neville? We don't need him getting lost in the manor."
"I will."
So Neville brought Harry around the manor. He showed him the kitchen, the atrium, the living room, the library, the globe room, his bedroom, and the greenhouse which was his favourite.
"Harry," he asked. "Why haven't you responded to my letters?"
"What letters?" asked Harry. "I haven't received any since we left Hogwarts."
"I've been sending you two letters a week since school let out," said Neville, shocked. "How could you not have gotten them."
"I don't know."
"Well, that's strange," mused Neville. "Owls never stray from delivery. I'll ask my Uncle Algie later. He knows almost anything. He'd have an idea what's going on."
Harry nodded, and then he made his way over to the plant that was currently on a pedestal.
The plant was astounding. It was developing a foliage of its own, its two roots were intertwined and it had had a beautiful bluish silver bulbous head that made it stand out.
"This plant is beautiful Neville," breathed Harry. "What is it? I've never seen a plant like this before."
"It is called the Adelfius Flower," said Neville, beaming with pride. "It is native only to Peloponnese in Greece. My Great Aunt Edith got it for me when I was nine. It is also known as the 'brother flower' and is considered most sacred. Aunt Edith didn't get me a second one because she said "it will find its own brother". However its been nearly three years and it still hasn't found it."
"It just needs the right brother," said Harry, smiling at Neville.
"That's what Aunt Edith said."
They left the greenhouse after that, neither noticing that the plant started shivering, despite there being no wind.
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"Well that is odd," hummed Algie. "Never before have I heard of letters being lost in transit. It can be possible for a letter to either go missing or be tampered with, but not a series of them."
Harry and Neville told Algie and Augusta the issue with Harry's letters, but they were just as lost as they were.
"This will require further investigation," said Augusta. "Neither of you have any idea what has happened."
Harry and Neville shook their heads in unison.
"I'll tell you what," said Algie. "Tomorrow I'm meeting up with Lord Lawrence. I'll send you a letter with a tracking charm at about two o clock and we'll find out if it has arrived by the time I get back. Meanwhile you two head on and find something fun to do."
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Harry had introduced Neville to the Muggle game Hide and Seek.
However it was boring with only two people, but it had a blessing. Harry had chosen to hid in Neville's playroom, a room he hadn't entered in a long time, and had found a pair of water guns.
Now Neville was stalking him.
"Come out with your hands up," hollered Neville. "I'm going to find you, and then I'm going to water you."
Harry had no ammunition left in his water gun. He had used too much on Neville. He couldn't understand how Neville still had ammunition.
He tried not to move too loudly as he decided to peek through the bush to see where Neville was.
Only to come face to face with his adversary.
BAM!
Harry threw himself to the ground as Neville doused him in water.
Neville cackled maniacally as Harry begged him to stop.
Then the water stopped.
"Uh oh," said Neville. He whipped out his wand, opened the cap of the water gun and chanted "Aguamenti."
"Neville," said Harry shocked. "You're not allowed to use magic away from Hogwarts."
"The Ministry won't care," said Neville nonchalantly, pointing his gun at him and spraying a fresh load of water at Harry."
"Why wouldn't they?" sputtered Harry as the water cascaded on his face.
"You don't know?" asked Neville. "This is a wizarding house that has two adults. The ministry can detect magic near Muggles. But they can't detect magic when grown wizards are nearby. The nearest Muggle house to here is three miles away. We're in the middle of the countryside here."
Now it made sense to Harry. "Time out, Neville. I'm going to get my wand."
Harry went up to his bedroom and retrieved his wand. But he was absolutely certain Neville followed him inside. He filled the water gun and went against the wall next to the door. He grabbed the handle and pulled it open.
No splash of water came in whatsoever. Harry was confused. He was sure Neville came up. Cautiously he left the room.
Only to be sprayed the moment he stepped out the door.
His hair dripping, he glared at Neville, who had been hiding out of sight next to the armoire.
"I meant for you to hear me," laughed Neville.
Harry laughed and aimed at Neville, spraying water at his friend. Specifically at his jeans.
"Hey."
"Did you have an accident Nev."
"Oh it is on."
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"Boy's, lunchtime," came a shout.
Harry and Neville were both lying on the large hammock swing just talking about their lives when Augusta called them.
Both boys fell out of the hammock in their mad dash to get inside for lunch. Neville landed on top of Harry pinning him to the ground. The two started laughing on their awkward landing as they got up.
They made their way inside to see ham sandwiches, tomato soup, apples and orange juice at each of their seats.
Harry never had lunch like this before. He never ate big at Hogwarts so therefore practically never had lunch. The Dursley's always gave him molded bread and expired cheese. So this was his first real lunch.
"This is very generous of you, Mrs. Longbottom," said Harry, mouth watering at the sight. "Thank you."
"Don't thank me," she said. "Thank Liddy, our house-elf."
"Mistress Longbottom calls Liddy," the elf appeared.
Harry looked at the elf. "Thank you Liddy for this delicious looking lunch. I'm sure I will enjoy it."
"Thank you Harry Potter," Liddy bowed. "Liddy is happy to serve Harry Potter." And with that he vanished.
"What did you do this afternoon, grandma?" asked Neville.
"I did some paperwork for the house, and then I watched some Eastenders."
Harry almost choked on his sandwich.
"You have a TV?"
"Why wouldn't I?" she asked.
"I was under the impression wizarding families had no idea about Muggle culture," said Harry.
"That is true," she conceded. "My sister Edith had a panic attack when she was in London Zoo a few years ago. The Muggles admitted her into their hospital. I went to retrieve her to bring her to St. Mungo's but she refused. She enjoyed the Muggle hospital because it had this wonderful Muggle invention called a television and she was watching Eastenders. They kicked me out of the hospital after visiting hours ended. I went into London the next day and bought a tv. It took me a month before I finally figured out how to use it."
"Does Neville watch tv?" asked Harry.
"He does," smirked the old lady. "He was so disappointed Hogwarts didn't have one and that they wouldn't work there. Magic and electronics don't mix."
"Have you ever been to the cinema, Neville?" asked Harry.
Augusta laughed. Neville smiled feebly at Harry.
"I love the cinema, Harry," said Neville. "You know, practically no one in the wizarding world has ever heard of popcorn."
Harry's brain practically short-circuited.
"They've never heard of popcorn."
"Delicious, isn't it."
Harry only had one handful of popcorn once in his life, and that was six years ago. The Dursley's never let Harry eat something enjoyable.
"I only had popcorn once. Only a handful worth," said Harry. "I'd love to have it again."
"Then I guess a trip to the cinema is in order," boomed Augusta. "Would you both like to go tonight?"
Both Harry and Neville nodded.
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"Wayne's World?" questioned Harry. "What is that about?"
"I don't know Harry," mumbled Neville, trying to pick a bit of popcorn from his teeth. "But hopefully it is good."
The film was more than good to Harry. He found the comedy hilarious and especially loved the music, especially the song Bohemian Rhapsody.
"Excuse me," asked Harry to the usher after the film. "What is the song they are singing in the car at the beginning?"
The usher looked at Harry as if he was mad.
"That's Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen," he said sceptically. "Have you never heard that song before."
Harry shook his head.
"Have you ever even heard of Queen? Or even Freddie Mercury?"
Harry once again shook his head.
"I swear," the usher scowled. "Every new generation gets worse taste as time goes on."
Harry said nothing.
"Augusta?" he asked her. "Can we go to a record shop. I'd love a tape player and a tape of the band called Queen."
"Let's go."
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"Sing it with me Nev. We will, we will rock you."
Augusta bought Harry the tape player and a tape of Queen as an early birthday gift.
Currently Harry and Neville were rocking it out in Longbottom Manor singing and dancing to We Will Rock You. Harry had already fallen in love with the band and their music.
The next track arrived.
'Another red letter day, so the pound has dropped," Freddie began to sing.
When Harry realised it was a friend song, he pulled Neville to his feet and started dancing with his friend.
However Neville couldn't get catch up with the rhythm and eventually fell over, pulling Harry along with him.
Harry now had Neville pinned under him. He reached into his pocket quickly and shot Neville once again with the water gun he kept stashed on him.
"Oh, you're going to pay for that," growled Neville playfully.
Harry jumped up and dashed out of the room laughing, Neville hot on his heels.
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Harry and Neville decided to watch a film on the tv. However, they fell asleep before it reached halfway through.
When Augusta came in to tell them to go to bed, Harry was snoring lightly and had his head on Neville's shoulder. Neville had his head leant against the sofa and was also snoring.
Augusta grabbed her camera and took a photo of them. She forgot to turn off the flash though and both boys sleepily woke up.
"Go away Grandma," mumbled Neville.
"Do you not want to sleep in your bed instead of Harry's arms?" smirked Augusta.
That woke both of them from their slumber. They muttered a good night to her and stumbled upstairs to their rooms.
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"Well, this is odd," said Algie the next day.
"What is it?" asked Harry. "Where is my mail?"
"According to my spell it is in your room."
"WHAT?"
Harry and Algie both went upstairs quickly and barged into Harry's room.
Jumping on Harry's bed was a house-elf. A house-elf that wasn't the Longbottom's given the filthy rag the elf was wearing.
"Where is Harry's mail?" thundered Algie, showing his formidable side as he advanced on the elf.
"Dobby is sorry," said the elf. "But Dobby can't have Harry Potter go back to Hogwarts. Terrible things are going to happen this year. Dobby wants Harry Potter safe."
"Why should it be your call?" thundered Algie. "You are not in any way responsible for Harry. Hand over his mail now."
Meekly the elf handed Harry all of his mail.
But Algie wasn't finished. "If terrible things are going to happen this year then it will be my responsibility. Harry Potter is now under Longbottom protection. Do not interfere with his life. Now get off this property and don't ever come back."
And with that the elf vanished, leaving a stack of letters on the ground.
"That bloody elf was interfering with your mail," said Algie. "I don't know who he belongs to, but I will make some inquiries to find out who will be responsible for this so called 'terrible things' that will happen this coming year. In the meantime Harry, you should write back to the people who have been writing you. We'll lend you an extra owl so yours doesn't have to take too long a trip.
So Harry started writing to the friends that had written him. Ron had written inviting him to his house for the Summer. Harry wrote that he was now staying at Neville's and asked if Neville could come too. He didn't want to leave Neville here by himself. He also informed Ron about Dobby explaining why he hadn't received his letters.
He also wrote to Hermione telling her how he was now living with Neville and that he was missing her. Hermione was currently away in France so he was expecting her letter to take longer to reach her.
He also wrote to Hagrid who had sent him quite a few letters asking about him. Harry sent a heartfelt letter to the man, telling him he was missing him and couldn't wait to see him again.
Harry decided to give Hermione's letter to Hedwig. Hedwig was delighted for opportunity of a long journey. He give Ron and Hagrid's letters to two separate owls the Longbottom's owned.
When he got back to his room and decided to read Neville's letters. Each subsequent letter after the first were full of worry due to the lack of response. The sixth letter Neville sent got to him the most. It said:
Harry my brother,
Are you okay. You don't seem to be responding to my letters. I am getting very worried that something bad has happened to you. Please respond and let me know. I don't want to lose you.
-Neville
Harry went downstairs and outside to Neville's greenhouse.
Neville looked up from his plant when Harry came in. Harry was holding some paper.
"Hiya, Harry," said Neville. "What you got there?"
To his surprise Harry pulled him in for a hug.
"I found your letters Neville," said Harry. "You will never lose me."
Neville felt awkward at being hugged. But he enjoyed it.
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"FOUL," screamed Fred. "You can't do that, Harry."
Harry smiled at him from his broomstick. "What you going to do about it? Chase me, I'd like to see you try."
Ron had responded back to Harry's letter, inviting both Harry and Neville to his home.
Harry and Neville were both going to spend the next three days at the Weasley house. Neville was watching them play Quidditch from below, lazily sitting in the sun with Ginny.
Harry, Ron, the twins and Lee Jordan were currently in the air on broomsticks having some Quidditch fun. Neville was content to sit back and watch with Ron's sister.
Ginny had been following them around ever since they had arrived. He was finding Ginny to be rather nice and shy, but he wan't sure what to do about the crush she had clearly developed for Harry. She kept looking at him in wonder.
His grandmother had stayed for a couple of hours talking away with Mrs Weasley.
They all had great fun the next few days. Fred and George had snuck him, Harry, and Ron out the first two nights to go flying.
IN A CAR.
Although he had been a little scared, he had very much enjoyed the thrill. Fred and George had both taught him and Harry how to drive. Neville took to it like a duck to water. He really did enjoy it.
The last day was on Harry's twelfth birthday, the day after his. Turns out his grandmother and Mrs Weasley had co-ordinated a joint birthday for him and Harry.
There was a big celebration outside in the sun. Mrs Weasley had baked a massive cake into one. Half the cake said Happy Birthday Harry and the other half said Happy Birthday Neville. His Uncle Algie had come along and was currently singing 'Happy Birthday' as loud as he could.
"Now blow out your candles boys so I can go 'hip hip hooray."
Harry and Neville had the same amount of candles each on their side of the cake.
With the extinguishing of the flames Harry and Neville turned twelve.
Uncle Algie whooped and started singing Queen's We Are The Champions. Harry had introduced the man to the band and Algie couldn't get enough of them.
It was the best birthday for Harry and Neville.
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As Harry and Neville had shared a room with Ron at the Burrow they came to ask his grandmother something.
"Why do you two want to share a room?" she asked, completely flabbergasted at the question.
Harry and Neville looked at each other before responding.
"We're now brothers –"
"- and brothers -"
" – like to –"
" – share a room."
AN: I am so sorry. I had writer's block nearly halfway through this chapter last year and had no idea how to progress it. I only found my muse once again after Xmas. The next Chapter hopefully shouldn't take too long. It should be up by this date next month, but please bear with me.