LITTLE WINGING, SURREY. 4 PRIVET DRIVE.
The twins were growing older, however that didn't stopped the dursleys forcing them to cook and clean their home that they lounged in, and if they were to disobey or even respond with no, they were quick to earn a whack behind the head and scraps of the Dudleys dinner.
On August 6th, 1993, Aunt Marge, Vernon Dursleys sister, was stayed for the following week, so with gritted teeth, they ordered the children to wear something formal, rather than sloppy, which was why Y/n helped Harry pick out his outfit seeing as he'd pick out something sloppy.
She took out a plaid blue shirt and handed it to Harry seeing him began to change into and then she passed over some greyish brown trousers, pairing them together with Dudleys old combat boots meanwhile she slid on petunias old white blouse and black jeans, also paired with her off-white torn high tops.
Harry looked over to their cooped up birds, offering them plenty of seeds, y/n finished typing her hair up into a loose bun, strands seeped out at every swirl as she pulled out their bedside draw, spotting all the letters from Fred, she picked them up along with the two hogsmede (the town the hogwarts express arrives at every air), permission slips.
"Got the letters?" Harry asked looking into the small mirror hanging on the brown walls, styling his grown out raven hair down to his scalp using his large hands and saliva, only for it to perk up left right and centre.
"Yes," y/n replied, she pulled up the brown belt around her waist.
She took the two letters on to Harry's bed and shuffled through the separate pieces of parchment paper and smiled at the familiar handwriting. Harry sat down next to her. Fred Weasley, over the summer, the ginger twin and the blonde girl had grown rather fond of each other, with letters flying by each day talking about new stories everyday and it would always cause a smile to curl at y/n's lips as Fred began the new nickname 'gorgeous'.
"Hey, just think two more days until you'll see him again," Harry reasurred his sister, she nodded and sliding them away in the draw.
"Maybe in two minutes if Marge doesn't shut her mouth," y/n announced, a chuckle left Harry's mouth, they soon headed downstairs, y/n held the letters just behind Harry once the doorbell rung.
He opened up the door as Marge waddled inside, shaking off her soaked umbrella where harry and y/n stood, their formal clothes at first being rained on, alng with her obese dog who shook just at their feet, she helped herself by removing her coat and shoved it onto the teens, her dog sprinting from her grasp and pounced onto Aunt Petunia, the rain invited itself onto harrys jumper as she dumped her coat to harry alongside her umbrella.
"Uncle Vernon," Harry began as Vernon began to take off his coat, shoving it onto harry aswell and y/n swapped the letters for the soaked umbrella and coat with her brother. "I need you to sign this form," he said in a more polite voice than usual.
"What is it?" Vernon asked, his attention from the teens as they trailed behind their uncle, their fronts almost transparent.
"Nothing, just school stuff," he said and Vernon headed towards the living room.
"Maybe if you both behave," he said, not looking back at them.
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friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
Fanfiction(N E V I L L E L O N G B O T T O M X R E A D E R ) growing up with the boy who lived is stressful, not to mention being involved all of his problems but hey, that doesnt bother y/n at all. • mild swearing, death scenes & overall saddness involved...
