[HP] Born to be a pair

Renee takes Neville to the Room of Requirement.

She flung open the worm-eaten oak door and burst into the familiar, moist air of the room.

The stained wooden door creaked shut behind them, blocking Filch's yelling.

The doors and windows in the room were closed, but a few beams of moonlight seeped in through the cracks in the weather-beaten, unpainted wooden sash, and shone on the dull granite walls.

Neville looked around and couldn't help but speak.

"Where is this place?"

Renee was a little exasperated.

A safe room was on her mind as she lingered by the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll club.

But the Room of Requirement turned out to be her bedroom in the lake house.

"——what do you think?" Renee asked vaguely after putting away the summer work sheet she had spread out on the desk.

"What?" Neville looked back at the old wooden door in confusion, a little timidly, "Filch won't find this place, will he?"

She replied impatiently: "No." But Neville was still anxious and afraid, so she added: "This is the Room of Requirement, a place conjured up by the needs of the first user.

As long as Filch isn't thinking the same thing as me - 'Need a safe room', he won't be able to see the door. "

In such an emergency situation, Renee guessed that she should have exposed this room to DA in advance.

But it doesn't matter, they will always come here in the future, just a little earlier.

Perhaps Neville would be pleasantly surprised and decide to tell Harry immediately, and that would count as her meritorious deeds.

"It's safe - is this your room?" Neville asked, taking Renee's word for it and letting go of his nervousness. "Can I—can I take a tour?"

"……Um."

What Renee wanted to say got stuck in her throat, and she responded indistinctly.

For some reason, she felt awkward and nervous, so she had to sit on the only wooden chair, clutching the robe tightly with her hands, her palms were sticky.

The damp wooden floor creaked under Neville's feet. As a result, his face was even redder than that of the master of the bedroom, and he didn't even dare to move. He stood near the end of the bed, looking at Renee pitifully.

"You sit here."

She was amused, and most of the emotions gathered in her chest dissipated, so she also took the initiative to invite Neville to sit in the only wooden chair, and she sat on the bed next to her instead.

The bed was thick with oat straw, so cheap and soft that Renee sagged when she sat on it.

There were many patchwork pillows she sewed on the bed, she subconsciously grabbed one and hugged it in her arms to fill the empty arms.

Shouldn't he be talking about DA's Defense Against the Dark Arts practice room now?Renee thought, ready to explain.

"These are so beautiful!" Neville turned his eyes from the handmade dolls on the old wooden cabinet to her arms, and couldn't help praising, "Did you make them all yourself?"

Renee opened her mouth slightly, then closed it again, and nodded in surprise and reluctance.

She suddenly found that her initiative had disappeared, but she hadn't thought of taking it back yet.

Neville said mildly - strangely, he didn't usually feel this way - "I don't have a clue yet - about what I thought was the safest room, but I think it's pretty safe here too!"

Renee raised her drooping head and looked at him with obscure eyes: Could Neville Longbottom, who was clumsy, timid, and dumb-mouthed, say such a thing?

Or was she finally willing to tear off the parchment of self-deception and admit that Neville at this moment moved her a little bit?

"I basically stay in the bedroom except when I have to go out."

After a moment of silence, Renee spoke slowly in a storytelling tone, which caught Neville's attention.

"You can't see it in it, but the lake where my house is located has no other neighbors for miles, just lakes, woods and mud to the skyline."

Neville listened carefully.

"Before primary school, I lived in an empty house all day - my father drove to work very early in the morning and came home at night.

Although there are lights at home, in order to save electricity, he is only allowed to turn on an outdoor light in front of the gate before he goes home.

I often suspect that there are ghosts in the woods and water monsters in the lake, so I have to hide in my room.After opening the window, you can see the lights on the first floor, and you can also see the small town far and far away from the low-lying place in the woods. "

Renee couldn't help raising her arms, drawing little by little the ugly wooden window sash, but Neville, who hesitated for a long time, grabbed her hand, and the warm body temperature passed on, making her really smile.

"I made these dolls and pillows with a mini sewing machine given to me by Mrs. Duncan - she is our old neighbor. It can kill time and accompany me after making them. It kills two birds with one stone."

The two of them held each other's hands, and the emotions she wanted to express poured out like a broken sluice gate.

"actually--"

Renee had mixed emotions as she suddenly realized that what she wanted to tell wasn't in the plan, or in the good conversation she knew, but... she just wanted to say.

"You were the first person to walk through my bedroom door."

Neville's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Your dad..."

"Oh, he never comes into my bedroom," Renee said. "Usually just stands at the door and tells me to come out and talk."

Her nasal cavity was sore, her eyes were swollen, and she kept blinking to relieve the discomfort: "In his world, there are only dead mothers and jobs. Maybe raising me is one of the jobs, so he has to stick to it."

Renee rested her face on Neville's firm chest, her cheeks wet all over his shirt.

There were more things—the secrets she couldn't reveal, the agony of the time cycle, and the despair of each death—that Renee still had in her mouth.

"It's okay...it's okay..." Neville patted her on the back clumsily, his tone a little stagnant, as if hesitating about something.

Finally, after a few minutes, Renee's low sobs gradually disappeared, and he opened his mouth in some pain.

"Actually—actually—my parents—"

Renee froze, this was a topic they had been carefully avoiding, no matter what tricks she used, Neville would not talk about it.

"I—they—"

She didn't look up, but she could feel the heat on Neville's face, and mentioning this made him tense and hot.

He kept taking deep breaths, his quivering chest bobbing against Renee's hot face.

"They've also been hospitalized in St. Mungo's for a long time..." Neville said hastily, and quickly changed the subject, "Fortunately, I still have grandma, uncle and the others..."

Neville took a deep breath, but in the end he still didn't tell her what happened carefully.

Instead, Renee's gaze was avoided, and she stared blankly at a Ravenclaw banner hanging on the stone wall.

Not out of sympathy or routine, Renee raised her face and kissed his smooth chin lightly, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

In her boiling blood, for the first time, Renee felt that Neville was similar to herself, not in a superficial similarity in a miserable family background, but in their views and opinions on it.

She didn't want to force Neville to talk anymore, so Renee just did what he did, patting Neville on the back to calm his nervousness.

"It just occurred to me." They were already cuddling together, and Renee had to bring up the long overdue thing.

"We can use the Room of Requirement as a training room for DAs, what do you think?"

Neville's answer was a little absent-minded, and he put his chin on Renee's head and said, "Hmm... good idea... ok..."

"You can tell Harry when you get back." Renee said happily after recovering a little, "walking back and forth a few times on the eighth floor opposite to the tapestry of Barnabas with the troll stick fooling the fool - thinking Look where you really need it, and it will appear."

"If he doesn't believe it, you can tell him what happened to us tonight." She added worriedly, "You can tell me more details...it will be more believable."

"But I don't want to tell them the details of the relationship between the two of us." Neville blurted out.

Renee laughed again, her cheeks flushed, a little shy: "Who told you to tell them this? I mean the details of being hunted by Filch, fool!"

"Oh..." Neville also laughed embarrassedly, and said as if remembering something, "I, I wrote a letter to my grandma the day before yesterday, and you were mentioned in it—do you mind?"

"What?" Renee's heart was pounding, she was not ready to deal with the elders, "...No, of course not..."

"She likes you very much," said Neville. "I'll show you the letter another day, and she complimented you on a page!"

For some reason, Renee suddenly thought of the letter in the diary, which was written by her father stroke by stroke.

Usually there are only some questions about mother's previous life, or a few cold greetings, and then he hastily ends.

But at this time, she began to be a little curious and hopeful, what was written in this letter of different thickness than before.

After staying in the Room of Requirement for an unknown amount of time, Renee guessed that Filch should have left, so they opened the door with a probe, and looked around the corridor on the eighth floor vigilantly.

No footsteps of anyone or animals were heard. As soon as the two of them stepped out of the wooden door, the wall behind them had turned into a wall again.

Neville couldn't help but knocked on the wall, only to find that it was solid, and he muttered, "This is amazing!"

"Forget about that wall," Renee said. "Go back to the tower before Filch comes again."

The flickering firelight in the corner cast their dark shadows on the wall, the Gryffindor lounge was closer, but Neville wanted to send her back.

"And when you came back, were you bumped into by Filch again?" Renee said calmly, pushing him into the wall hole made by the Fat Lady's portrait.

The night was glamorous, but Renee had no time to take care of it. She was panting all the way back to the lounge safely, her heart and lungs almost bursting.

Several other people in the dormitory were sound asleep, so Renee had to take off her thin-soled leather shoes, and her fluffy wool socks stomped on the floor without making a sound.

She found the diary and the letters in it from the chest of drawers by the bed, opened the box carefully, and glanced at the time.

It's ten past two.

Forget it, let's see it tomorrow.

Renee was so sleepy that she could only put away the pocket watch again, randomly put the letter back into the diary, and threw it under the thick and soft pillow.

She only took off her robe, and the noise of changing clothes was too loud, so she had to sleep with her clothes on.Neville was actually on her mind as sleep crept into her eyes.

Good night, world... and Neville.

The author has something to say:

Renee is finally moved! !In the second month after dating! !