Mary is in love with Neville. Neville is in love with Mary. Both are too shy to confess their love. As the year goes on how will their feelings unfold? ** Disclaimer ** all of the Characters, settings, and magical creatures and terms in this story belong to J.K Rowling. The only things that belongs to me is the character Mary O'Leary, Mary's Gran Whose name is Phyllis, and her owl Astara. Thank you for reading please give it a vote and follow me I follow back c: Comment as well.

"Is this... Is this your brother?" The girl asked, glowing blue eyes boring into his as he smiled gently. "Yeah..." He laughed softly, unsurely, before stroking the picture frame tenderly. "That's Freddie." The girl grinned at him, corners of her eyes creasing. "He looks like a beautiful person... A happy person." George's eyes widened with surprise before a small, genuine tear rolled down his cheek. "I...I guess he was." "Is." The girl corrected and he smiled. "Is." He repeated before placing the photograph back onto the shelf.