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After fifth year, platform 9 ¾
Harry did not want to go to the Dursleys, at least not alone he tried to escape multiple times, and almost made it 3 times. Moody understood that harry would definitely escape successfully. When he makes it to the Dursleys. He needed a friend.
Alastor's eye swiveled and hit a target. An average sized blonde pudgy boy speckled with many freckles. Neville Frank Longbottom. "Tonks. Keep an eye on harry I'm going to talk to someone." He ordered her. Tonks saluted as he limped over to the Longbottoms. "Augusta." He greeted. "Alastor." She looked at him. Alastor looked at the boy. She narrowed her eyes at him "Is there anyway your grandson could keep Mr Potter company during the summer holidays? He will have to live with muggles."
Augusta glared "is there a way I'll have contact with him?" She asked. Moody gave her a piece of paper with coordinates "may I take him now? If we leave harry alone there's no doubt he'll run away." Alastor grunted. Augusta hesitated before nodding. "Don't be any trouble, Neville." She told Neville before pushing him over to Moody. "Gran, will you be okay?" He asked. "I'm sure the order will check on me every now and again, Neville."
Moody brought Neville over to Harry and the Dursleys "there. A friend. This boy will be living with you for the summer." He shoved Neville over to Harry. Neville looked at the Dursleys with fear "Wait does harry have a troubled home? Why can't harry live with me and gran?" He asked Moody "safety." Alastor grunted.
The family got in the car. Neville got shoved by Dudley into the middle "don't shove him." Harry threatened. Holding Neville's head protectively. "Oh please, he's not fragile." Dudley laughed. Neville looked at Harry's face as he buckled Neville in. "Why does he need help with that?" Dudley laughed more at Neville.
"He's a pureblood. He's not going to know how to work a car because pureblood wizards don't need them." Harry spat at Dudley. Neville looked down at his hands with a sigh. "They gave us a pureblood wizard to take care of. Great." Vernon growled driving into a street. Neville looked at Harry, scared.
When harry and Neville step foot on the Dursleys lawn Harry glared at Vernon "he's NOT going in the cupboard." Harry growled. Neville kneeled down at a flowerbed and played with the flowers. "These are very healthy and gorgeous!!" He smiled as the leaf of a flower curled around his finger "Neville don't compliment petunias work!!" Harry turned to look at Neville waving his arms erratically. Neville looked up at him with a small frown. "Thank you, it's hard work." Petunia sighed.
Harry looked at Neville in shock. Neville shrugged. "You, need to stop being sweet. These people are mean, they're gonna step all over you like a DOORMAT." Harry poked Neville's chest. Neville stared at him.
Harry groaned, he grabbed Neville's hand and dragged him into his room, ignoring Neville asking what things were. Neville flicked the lights in Harry's room off and on again a few times. "Those aren't gonna last." He mused with a smirk. Harry looked up at the lights. "Not if you get mad, I'd assume a pureblood's magic overflowing is gonna break'em, my magic flickers them..
Neville shrugged and sat on Harry's bed "if I was allowed to use magic I'd just 'flick' and summon myself a bed." He deadpans. "Have you done that before?" Harry asked. Neville laughed at the idea "absolutely not!" Harry laughed as well, they both imagined what would happen if Neville tried that "dude, you'd destroy the house!" "And then I try to fix it and then I just MAKE IT WORSE!!" Neville and Harry cackle.
Petunia walked in pulling in a bedframe. "Oh, do you need help?" Neville asked, getting up and helping set his bed up. It's his bed, he had to help. Petunia looked at Harry with shock. As Neville took over getting a hang of making a bed quickly. Petunia shuffled over to Harry "where did you find this boy?" Harry looked at her with confusion "he's my roommate at Hogwarts..." He told her
"He's nothing like your father. When I met your father he was all loud and aggressive, in fact, James insulted my flowers, calling it a waste of time! This boy is.. quiet and respectful." Petunia remenised. After the pensive harry could imagine it. James laughing at petunias flowers..