friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

FORTY-EIGHT

LITTLE WINGING, SURREY. 4 PRIVET DRIVE.

warning - I have used another term for the word cigarette, and I do not mean to use it in a derogatory manner nor am I trying to either. I have asked a friend of mine if I'd be allowed to say this particular word, she has told me to only use it in the context it's supposed to me for it to be excusable. If the word makes you uncomfortable I am indeed, very sorry, if you would like me to change it please let me know - please understand that I have nothing against the LGBTQ+ community and am a proud ally, therefore I am willing to change anything that makes my readers uncomfortable

Y/n could never sleep. Eye bags fell underneath her eye sockets, and the sunrise glowed against the trees as she stood inside the Dursley's garden, her newly cut fringe brushed against her eyebrows, her black strands of hair sat in the middle of her fringe as well as her new thick highlights of black hair sat in her freshly chopped off bob.

A cigarette sat in between her middle and index finger, the end lit up as ash fell from the smoke. She raised her hand back to her chin, sucking the smoke from inside of the cig, holding it in her mouth before exhaling into the early morning.

It's been roughly three weeks since she started her smoking habit. She had bribed Dudley £50 from her wizard money to get five packets. She would only smoke any night she couldn't sleep, which seemed to be very often as she had already finished her first packet of cigarettes.

She remembered how harry had came downstairs for a cup of tea when he caught her sobbing in the garden, an almost finished cig sat in her fingers, shivering in her pyjamas as she didn't bother wiping her eyes.

The summer was awful for the teens, they barely spoke to each other, only when they were forced to clean the home up. However when harry had caught his god sister smoking they managed to let out such genuine and infectious thoughts they've been holding back for too long, they spent the night crying with each other, before y/n finished her smoke and they headed off to bed again.

The sunset seemed to now bore y/n, she saw it so often she was never taken in such awe whenever the sun seemed to break through the night skies. She took another drag of her fag before she stubbed it into the brick wall, flicking the end out into the garden.

"Ah, So it's you flicking out all those wasnt it?" The older voice of petunia told, her head looked as if it were to explode from anger. "I've been yelling at those blessing neighbours to quit flicking their cig butts into our garden only to find out it was you?" She told, her eyebrows frowned violently.

"Congrats,"

"Don't give me back chat!" Petunia yelled, tying up her dressing robe. "You are not my relative, you were never one of Lily's, you're parents are dead and that does not mean you get to lounge around anymore and continue smokingc give me your packet," she held her bony hand out, expecting y/n, in her small pyjamas, to hand over her packets of cigarettes.

"nah, you can get fucked," y/n folded her lip to Petunia, who's eyes widened with sheer fury.

"Don't say-"

"Dont fucking mention my parents like that again you jarring cunt-" y/n was cut off again by her guardians furious glare.

"Call me it again and see what happens-" Petunias lips pursed to the younger girl.

"Cunt," y/n spat, literally.