Oneshots| Jegulus and Wolfstar

The Notebook

Yes, the title was intended

Also I imagine Neville having reading glasses, so stfu if you say 'but he doesn't have glasses in the movie'

And the shitty grammar and spelling is intentional, because James and Sirius would have terrible grammar and spelling when scribbling notes to each other because they knew they were the only ones who would see it

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With the bright glare reflecting in Neville's eyes, he simultaneously pulls out old Herbology books from the library.

One tattered, leather cover catches his eye, and he latches onto it.

His eyes scan the page, 'James Potter :)' is stitched into he cover.

Neville smiles softly at it, and walks over to Madam Pince.

"Hello ma'am, may I borrow this?" He asks.

"Well hello Mr Longbottom, ahh. Yes, Herbology Volume 3. I believe we actually just got a new copy of this is you'd pref-"

Neville interrupts her, "actually this one's okay."

She stares at him curiously for a moment, before shrugging it off, and writing his name down. "Have a good read."

Neville smiles at the older woman, and walks up to their shared dormitory.

"Heya Harry." Neville greets.

"Oh, hello Neville." Harry replies.

"I found something in the library." Neville informs him.

"Neville, if it's another plant, I don't need one." Harry complains, gesturing to his desk filled with tiny little pot plants, all decorated with googly eyes and smiles.

"No. No, it's not that." Neville hands him the book.

Harry's eyes light up. "Merlin's saggy tits. Thank you Neville!" He smiles up at the shorter boy from his crimson red bed sheets.

Neville returns the smile, "just make sure to have it returned in a week."

Harry nods half- listening, the majority of his attention focused on the treasure in front of him.

Harry opens it up, to reveal the dated parchment, covered in little scribbles.

'MOONY REGULUS IS LOOKING AT ME WHAT DO I DO????????'

'Just act natural?'

'HE'S LOOKING RUGHT AT ME WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO???????'

'Maybe stop frantically scribbling whenever he looks at you'

'THIS IS NOT A PRANK MOONY'

'Maybe try talking to him'

'NOW I LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT'

'Well, I did say talk, and not yell BABY BLACK and then mumble a bit'

'YOU KNOW WHAT MOONY I'M GOING TO TALK TO SIRIUS FROM NOW ON ABOUT THESE THINGS'

Harry chuckles, that's obviously his father, but he doesn't know who 'Baby Black' is. Sirius didn't have a brother, did he? He'll have to write to Sirius.

His eyes scan further down the page, to the next paragraph of hurried scribbles.

'Why are you trying to ask out my little brother?'

'Cause you have a hot little brother'

So Harry was right. But he still didn't know why his father was asking out Sirius's little brother, wasn't he obsessed with his mother? That's what Sirius had told him at least.

'Five sickles he rejects you'

'You're on Padfoot'

'You owe my five sickles'

'WELL HE DIDN'T SAY NO'

'He said I'd rather drown in a pit of my own blood'

'Kinky'

'NO SHUT THE FUCK UP I WILL NOT HAVE INCEST IN THIS FRIEND GROUP'

'But you and me aren't related? YOU'RE AN INCEST BABY'

'AND YOU'RE PURE BLOOD! THAT'S A FAMILY MOTHERFUCKING WREATH, WE HAVE TO BE RELATED SOME HOW'

'OH MY MERLIN, WE'RE RELATED!'

'Well if you were still trying to ask out my brother, he's staring at us weirdly for squealing and giggling WHY DID YOU WINK AT HIM?!'

'Cause he's hot and look he's blushing'

'Nope that's you you're blushing'