friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

TWENTY-THREE

SCOTLAND, THE DEFENCE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS CLASSROOM.

"Id consider myself lucky, another minute or two I could've uh.. lost my arm," Draco bragged to his friend on the Slytherin table about his bandaged arm. Y/n looks over her shoulder from in between Fred and George before turning over at Hermione, Ron and Harry also glaring at the spoiled brat. She stutted over to the teens and sat down by the empty seat next to Ron, her knees faced to Malfoy, but her upper body faced into the table, leaning her elbows against the wood.

"Have you heard what he's coming out with?" Y/n asked as they watched her sit down.

"He's really laying it on thick isn't he?" Ron added and they all turned to Draco again.

"Yeah but at least Hagrid didn't get fired," Harry added as he flicked another page on his divination book, looking back up at the blond haired boy.

"Yeah but I heard Draco farthest furious," Hermione sighed, turning to the group, they all copied. "We haven't heard the end of this," she shook her head to them.

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Seamus came pegging into the great hall with a daily prophet clutched in his hands.

"Who?" Ron asked loudly, Seamus slammed the prophet on the table.

"Sirius Black!" He cried and the room erupted with gasps and whispers, the small group charged over to the newspaper and Hermione pulled it towards her.

"Dufftown?" She asked and y/n stood over the bench next Dean and Ron. "That's not far from here," she added as y/n moved over the where the twins sat.

"Do you think he's coming to hogwarts? Do you?" Neville questioned frantically, Fred turned around and took hold of y/n's hand, George turned around and mirrored jokingly.

"There's dementors at every entrance!" A random boy spoke.

"Dementors, he's slipped past them once, who's to say he won't slip past them again?" Seamus argued.

"That's right," the black boy in Gryffindor robes pipped up. "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands," he said and y/n looked towards the paper nervously, watching the picture shift, guards thrashing under his unstable actions, eventually bringing a hand towards his neck to stop him.

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Y/n and Fred sat alone in the Gryffindor common room, still dressed in their Gryffindor uniform, y/n's head against his lap, his long fingers combed through her blonde locks whilst he scribbled on the rest of his charms homework that y/n thankfully helped him with.

"Can some grab me miss Potter-" McGonagall walked in with her usual strut along with her iconic green robes, scanning the room until catching Fred and y/n sitting together. "Oh you're there, do you mind if we have a talk?" She asked and y/n sat up from Fred lap and they exchanged looks before separating. The professor and student climbed out of the fat lady's portrait hole.

"What do you need me for professor?" She asked McGonagall as they headed down the moving staircase of the Gryffindor tower.

"Dumbledore told me to come and get you, nothing to worry about dear, you're not in trouble," she told and gave her a reasurring smile, her eyes said different however, almost like she was hiding something. Y/n shrugged it off though.