Harry Potter One-Shots

Forever Friends (Neville Longbottom)

WORD COUNT: 2156 (I'm not even sorry this is the cutest imagine ever)

"Y/N dear, today we're going to go over to our new friend's house! Have you got your dollies?" Mommy asked, combing my hair into two little pigtails and tying them off with matching bows. I nodded, clutching my favorite toys close to me. She grabbed my hand and tossed some of the weird powder into the fireplace that made it turn green, then said "Longbottom house" and together, we stepped inside. It was always weird going into the fireplace, but Mommy told me to ONLY go in when it was green and when I was holding her hand.

When we got out of the fireplace we were in a different room. There was a little boy and his grandma who was wearing a funny hat. The little boy was holding a toy wand and a teddy bear. He hid behind his grandma's leg when he saw us, and it made me feel scared. I hid behind Mommy's leg as well.

"Augusta, it's so good to see you! I'm so sorry to hear about Frank and Alice... oh, Y/N honey, this is Neville. Why don't you two go play outside together for a little bit while the grownups talk." I shook my head and clung onto Mommy's leg. I didn't know this boy, and I didn't want to play with him.

The boy -- Neville -- stepped out from behind his grandma.

"I-I have a teddy who can play with your dollies," he said quietly. My dollies would have fun playing with his teddy, so I stepped out too and together we went off to play with our dollies outside.

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Finally, it was the day I had been waiting for. My eleventh birthday, when I would be getting my Hogwarts letter! My best friend Neville and his grandmother had come over to celebrate with my mother and I, just like they did every year. While our parents were inside finishing up dinner, Neville and I were laying on the grassy hill in my backyard staring at the sky as the sun set below the horizon.

"I'm so excited Neville! I wonder what house I'll get Sorted into," I mused, barely able to control my smile. Neville, who had gotten his Hogwarts letter a few months before me, smiled reassuringly at me.

"As long as you're in Gryffindor with me it'll be great," he joked. His family had all been in Gryffindor since they were an old pure-blood family, but I was a half-blood and although my mother had been a Gryffindor, both her parents had been Hufflepuffs and her brothers were in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, so my family was spread out all over the map.

"I think I would like to be in Gryffindor. I mean, I assume you'll be in it, and my mum was a Gryffindor, and it seems like the coolest house."

"Yeah... I hope I get Sorted there. My gran was so relieved when I got my letter, she told me she was starting to get worried I was a Squib," Neville sighed. I reached over to pat his arm reassuringly.

"I'm sure you're going to be the best wizard in your family and I KNOW you'll be in Gryffindor," I said comfortingly. He turned his head to smile at me, and the conversation lapsed back to talking about my birthday and how excited we were to learn magic for real.

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"Neville! Hey, Neville! Wait up," I called, sprinting down the stairs to catch up to my best friend. He turned and smiled broadly when he caught sight of me, and I was taken aback by how much older he looked. We were both fourteen now, and usually I still saw the same pudgy-faced boy I grew up with, but sometimes I noticed that he had really started to grow up.

"Where were you at lunch today?" he asked, plopping his bag down on the lawn and motioning for me to sit next to him. Since coming to Hogwarts we had both met our own friend groups, but we still spent a considerable amount of time together.

"I'm sorry, I had an essay for Flitwick that I had to finish up before this afternoon's class," I panted, collapsing down next to him.

"Are you excited to watch the third task tomorrow?" Neville grinned excitedly. I nodded.