friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

FIFTY-NINE

SURREY, LITTLE WINGING.                4 DRIVET DRIVE.

Summer dreadfully flew by Harry's and y/n's existence. Each night and morning their minds throbbed with mind swelling thoughts of the future lied ahead of them, the thought of bill and fleurs wedding being possibly the only happiest time as they were officially searching for these Horcruxes.

Harry looked down at his copy of the Daily Prophet spread across the lower bunk bed, a notebook along with the fake locket dangling again his scruffy, tea stained bedsheets. Y/n watched as the young adult, messily grabbed said items, shoving them into a tie-up rucksack as he noticed y/n march through the doors.

The girl had just finished helping the Dursleys pack up every furniture, cutlery and photo they had in their small home, with the help of Vernon cussing and Dudley's thanks she managed to get the entire home cleaned out. Dust sat in places that hadn't been touched in twenty years. Y/n returned to her shared bedroom to Harry staring at the prophet. 

Y/n had asked petunia to help bleach the black strands of hair when Dudley, Vernon and Harry were once out of the house, at first petunia was against it but randomly gave in, managing to match up her blonde hair well, so well y/n wondered if she had been a hairdresser before. Y/n seemed to gain more odd looks after her hair difference.

Harry sat and read through the title on the worn out paper through his circular glasses, reading the sub-titles such as: 'muggle family, murdered', 'rufus scrimgeour holds emergency meeting with muggle prime minister' and 'death eaters grow'. His overgrown raven hair dangled over his glasses as he handed the paper over to his God-sister, watching the faint reactions on her face.

"Come on," she spoke, throwing the paper onto the desk beside her window. Harry stood up and followed down the stairs towards the living room, noticing petunia stood still with her mint green handbag, her eyes flickered at the different patterned wallpapers inside the living room.

"Twenty years I've lived inside this one, and not a single night I was expected to leave," petunia announced, after knowing their silent presence. Harry stepped through the doorway, leaving y/n in the hallway.

"If you don't they'll toture you, if they think that you know where me and y/n are hiding they won't stop at nothing," Harry told, silence filled the room, only for petunia to turn with a firm look against her face.

"Don't you think I know what they're capable of?" She questioned, her voice low as she spoke in an almost whisper. "You didn't just loose a mother or a god mother that night in Godrics hollow," she paused, carefully looking towards the teenagers in the doorway. "I lost a sister," a sad smile spread against the older woman's face.

Petunia slid past Harry and y/n and exited towards Vernons moving van, watching as she silently walked to the passenger seat side, Vernon and Dudley at the back of the van where all their belongings sat.

"Cmon Dudley hurry up," Vernon almost yelled, waddling towards the drivers seat.

"I still don't understand why we have to leave," Dudley announced.

"Because it's not safe for us here anymore," Vernon argued, opening the van door. "and don't forget you two this isn't just goodbye, this is farewell," the large man turned to where the teens stood at the front door of 4 privet drive.