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Dear Mrs Longbottom,
I assure you your nephew isn’t lying: he was really Sorted in my House.
I’m certain he’ll prove himself a worthy Gryffindor.
Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Head of Gryffindor House
Deputy Headmistress
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Dear Neville,
this night the Auror Dawlish came to collect me from our house to escort me to Azkaban.
I’m afraid he’ll need recovery at St.Mungo.
Whatever you’re contriving at Hogwarts, I urge you to keep up.
You’re your parents’ son, Neville Longbottom, and I couldn’t be prouder of you.
I’m on the run, but I’m ready to offer my wand to the Order. I won’t make the same mistake I did with Frank: I’ll fight at your side, when the time will come.
Until then, hold on.
Gran
Ps: I managed a last glimpse at your parents, before getting into hiding. They’d be proud as well.
Only after those words Neville realised there was something else in the envelope.
When he flipped it, the wrapper of a Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum landed placidly in his outstretched hand.
