friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

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SCOTLAND, HIGHLANDS. HOGSMEADE.

The four teens were dressed up ready in some big warm clothes from the transitioning of May, may the second to be precise, Ron had found the day when breaking inside Gringotts.

Hermione was dressed into her pink jacket with black jeans and boots, sliding on her denim jacket meanwhile y/n dressed herself beside her - sliding on her dads old leather jacket with an old graphic shirt and blue baggy jeans and her big white boots.

The boys copied, only facing away to include privacy for the girls. Harry added his baggy blue jeans, his worn out trainers with his long sleeved blue shirt under his grey fleece and a Creme denim jacket on top.

Ron wore his long sleeved green shirt under his short sleeved, brown and red thin striped shirt, a black zip up jacket over that with his low waisted creme jackets he too wearing black boots from his oldest brother.

Hermione gathered all their belongings and shoved it inside her small bag handing over everyone's wands, watching as they settled their wands in the inside pockets of their jackets, connecting their hands and disapperated into the cold Scotland highlands. Their feet landed on the thick cobblestone pavement when cat like screeches shrilled from the three broomsticks.

The lights turned on in some homes causing the four to dip into a small seating area that sat just next to their left, let go of each other's  hands as they ran towards the back of the small area, tucking themselves behind a small bench with long cloth draped over it.

Loud voices directed other villagers to different spots of Hogsmeade, but with short breaths the teens heard two slow footsteps travel over to where they hid. Glaring at the ground, they focused heavily on the whereabouts of the strangers rather than their own breathing pattern, until the cat screeching called again, causing the two manly steps to jog away from their hiding spot.

"POTTER!" One man yelled, his shoes clanked against the ground meanwhile they climbed away from the seating area as Harry ordered them to jog up an alleyway and up two flights of stairs which evidently, lead to a dead end, y/n and Hermione noticing the locked gate.

"BLACK!" A male called, the four to looked back. A door opened from the house on their right, a silhouette stood from behind the door.

"In here Potter," the elderly voice told, not appearing from the shadow. Harry didn't hesitate in entering, taking a second glance before jogging down the stairs, Ron copied as well as Hermione.

y/n used her wand to unlock the gates in front of her, booting it open before jogging after her friend, also grabbing a quick look to the elderly man with a long dark grey beard and hair, his blue eyes being visibly recognisable.

"Did you look, for a moment I thought he was-" Ron whispered over to Hermione. The four looked around the small room, a door lead to somewhere else with a window sitting opposite a dining table and chairs, sitting inline with a small fire and a moving painting of a young girl holding a hard-back book, smiling delicately down at the four, her Amber hair cascaded down her back and behind her sat a small cottage.

"I know, Dumbledore," Hermione added, she looked away to scan the room some before y/n noticed a familiar mirror, her head tilted.

"Harry I can see you in this," y/n told, seeing Harry's whole portrait inside the reflection rather than her own, a large chip taken from the corner of the mirror, Harry glared back walking towards the mirror holding up the seperate shard where she drew a quick breathe.  "Is that dads mirror?" She quizzed herself, watching the old figure trudge down the stairs.