[HP] Born to be a pair

After returning home on Christmas Day, Old Hawk asked Renee eagerly about his wife's past. He didn't even have time to change his coat, so he dragged her into the living room, eagerly anticipating her story.

Renee hadn't told him the whole truth—nor had she been sure that such a patchwork of memories could be the truth.

"She...she didn't go to Hogwarts." Renee pursed her lips. "They taught Mom at home, but she couldn't master magic very well. Then...then she ran away from home and met you, father."

"Perhaps she should have grown up in our society." Old Hawk sighed, "Leah is fascinated by all electrical appliances, and she will use them after reading the instructions."

During the rest of the holiday, Renee begged Old Hawk for the key to the cast iron box.

She rummaged through the relics left by her mother, and there was indeed a beautiful bud-shaped crystal potion bottle inside. The remaining liquid in it had long since dried up, leaving a light pink mark on the bottom of the bottle.

"What kind of potion could this be?" Renee guessed, stuffing the crystal bottle into her suitcase, planning to continue her research after returning to school.

The Christmas holiday only lasted until mid-January, and the little wizards returning home for the holidays gathered again on the steamy crimson train. Renee didn't see Neville, so she stayed in a compartment with Padma and the others.

"We all love your gift, Renee." Padma cherished the sweetheart necklace around her neck, "I finally have a piece of jewelry that doesn't match Parvati."

"My sister is also very envious of my hair accessories!"

Lisa shook her head happily, the translucent butterfly wings flapping her headpiece, which shone brightly in her hair.

"I said to her: 'Unless you save some money yourself, or have a good friend who understands you, don't talk about it!'"

Seeing them so happy made Renee's mood a little brighter.After getting off the train, they walked to the path as usual and took a carriage pulled by a Thestral to enter the school.

The snow in the woods is almost full, and another coming snow changes the color of the dark sky in the evening, and the blackbirds are spinning on the invisible carousel high in the sky, making a rusty call from time to time .

She shared a carriage with Padma, Lisa, and Anthony Goldstein, another Ravenclaw fifth year prefect.The wheels began to creak and turn, and Renee saw Neville standing upright not far away.

As if aware of her eyes, Neville also turned his head to meet her eyes at the same time, and the two eyes met, and their eyes lit up.

Renee quietly waved her hand at him, and Neville exhaled a puff of hot smoke, and waved to her happily.

Then, he got into the same carriage with Dean and Seamus, and staggered along behind the convoy.

There was Potions class on the first day after the holiday. Thinking of the crystal bottle lying quietly in her schoolbag, Renee cast her eyes on Snape in black—black hair, black robes, and dark complexion.

Snape noticed Renee's gaze very vigilantly, his dark eyes met her inquiring gaze for an instant, and immediately lowered down precisely to examine the homework in her cauldron.

Forget it, Renee thought, scowling.She'd rather save that question for next year's Potions class, and Professor Sglahorn would be more than happy to answer her questions than he.

There was also Defense Against the Dark Arts on the same day - today had become Renee's least favorite day, she had no time to think about the truth of her mother's death, no time to be tender with Neville, and no time to practice spells.

I don't know what stimulated Umbridge. She assigned a lot of written assignments to all the students in the fifth grade. Not only did they need to check a lot of information, but they also had to write with a quill.

"Does anyone know who the inventor of the Knockback Curse is?"

Lisa was sweating profusely from anxiety, but Mrs. Pince was pacing not far away, so she could only ask hurriedly in a low voice.

"I can't find Dark Forces: Self Defense Guide!"

"This book is too ridiculous!" Padma snorted coldly, but had to continue writing the thesis according to "The Theory of Magic Defense".

"We're being asked to negotiate with the enemy... that's been the strategy of the Ministry for years, hasn't it?"

When the night was getting darker and it was close to nine o'clock, Ravenclaw's fifth-year students left the library one after another with a sigh of relief, and others reluctantly prepared to go back to the lounge with their homework to continue.

Weeks of vacation had slowed the spread of the girls' gossip, and no one outside of Ravenclaw had ever heard of Renee calling Dean's name in her dreams, at least to this day.

But it was only a matter of time before this matter spread, so Renee couldn't help but hoped that there would be bigger news tomorrow that would attract everyone's attention—she remembered that a very serious incident happened in the past few days.

God—or Merlin—whoever it was, finally heard Renee's prayer, and within a few days, an explosive news was sent to Hogwarts along with the "Daily Prophet".

"Multiple escapes from Azkaban - Ministry of Magic fears Black is Death Eater's 'caller'"

Now everyone started to discuss this topic, and the students from magical families began to panic and fear. They had heard of these vicious Death Eaters since childhood, and their names were as terrifying as the mysterious man himself.

What's more, the prisoner who escaped this time was not one, not two, but a whole ten Death Eaters!Effortlessly escape prison right under the noses of the Ministry of Magic and Dementors!

Renee had heard the news, of course—more than once, but she hadn't had any extra emotions before, other than pure fear.

But this time was different, she suddenly discovered that Neville's reaction to this matter was greater than anyone else's.

On the night when she learned about this incident, she and Naville met in an empty classroom. When he walked into the classroom, Renee almost thought she saw a frostbitten walking dead.

A thick layer of silence enveloped Neville, who was tense. He looked extremely disturbed, with vigilance and resentment like a cat and leopard, until he saw Renee at the desk.

He was holding back, Renee could see, but she wanted him to vent, to find a healthy outlet—the way she'd written all her troubles and doubts into the black leather journal.

"Are you okay?" Renee asked softly. "Want to talk?"

The moment she finished speaking, Neville walked up quickly, his arms cutting the air like knives, his powerful arms seemed to want to rub his slender body into his chest, squeezing Renee's whole body Bones creaked.

"—Hey!" Renee screamed and pushed him away. Neville never hurt her, and even during DA's black magic practice time, he tried not to line up with her.

He might be out of control today, but Renee couldn't allow him to hurt herself, and when she frowned at Neville, his state frightened her.

His face was full of tears, and strings of teardrops were still pouring out of his eye sockets. The faint candlelight flickering on the wall sadly illuminated his sad face, and the hatred and madness hidden deep in his eyes.

"sorry Sorry--"

Neville seemed to regain his sanity, he apologized repeatedly, and turned his head to cover his fragile expression.

He probably wanted to hug Renee and cry silently behind her shoulder for a while, but she didn't expect her to push him away.

"It hurt a little," Renee explained, "It's okay now."

She took the initiative to open her arms to embrace the boy who was half a head taller than herself, clasped the back of Neville's head with irresistible force, and pressed firmly on her shoulders.

"Just let it out," she said, "I can't see your face."

So Neville's shoulders began to shake, and he didn't make any sound, just like the silent night.

But the overstretched chest was trembling against her chest, and Renee stroked Neville's back with her own hand to comfort him, showing that she was on his side with her actions.

"...do you remember...my parents?" he said intermittently, "...the Death Eater who was the leader...is Bellatrix Lestrange who escaped from prison now."

It was only then that Renee suddenly understood what caused his abnormal state.

The fact that Neville's parents were tortured mad by Death Eaters is both heroic and regrettable in the eyes of mature or empathetic little wizards.

It's a pity that there are not many such kind-hearted people, so Neville will always keep this matter as a secret in his heart.

This is his secret... Just like Renee's secret, there is no peer to tell, and there is no way to complain, only sad self-comfort.

But now he is willing to confide in her, this is a real act of opening up, even Renee can't do it, this kind of recognition can't help but make her feel weird, and her body trembles slightly.

"——I want to take revenge with my own hands." Neville muttered something before her, but she couldn't hear it clearly, but this sentence was sonorous and forceful, and there was a sense of steel in his tone.

He straightened up, avoiding her sight in embarrassment, wiped tears with his sleeve robe, his eyes changed from dull to now firm, he looked at Renee fixedly, and said again: "I've made up my mind, I You must take revenge with your own hands!"

"Let's start training alone again." Renee said, her eyes were bright and reflected the jumping candlelight. "Besides the DA party, let's practice a few more times in private."

"You - you don't have to do this to be with me," Neville said hesitantly and moved.

"I need to practice a lot too, Neville, that's very important."

But why exactly?Renee refused to say that now was not the time to tell Neville her secret, even though she had fantasized about his reaction many times.

Maybe he'd feel cheated and break up with her; or maybe their three-year relationship gave her a chance to make up for that dishonest start.

That night, none of them went back to the dormitory. Instead, they dragged their hands to the door of the Room of Response on the eighth floor, familiarly summoning a spacious field for practicing Defense Against the Dark Arts.

When it was just the two of them practicing alone, Renee selected several practical Defense Against the Dark Arts spell books from the frayed and fuzzy bookshelf, and picked more advanced offensive and defensive spells to practice from among them.

——Neville has never been so serious and hardworking. He pursed his lips into a thin strip, silently repeated every spell taught by Renee, and used the strange-looking wooden wizard in the field to practice shooting.

They practiced late, eating sandwiches and muffins that Renee had stolen from the kitchen when they were hungry, drinking pumpkin juice when they were thirsty, and sleeping on practice cushions when they were tired.

Before going to bed, Neville took the thickest cotton quilt provided to them by the room changer and covered Renee, and cherished a light kiss on her forehead.

"Just sleep here, okay?" Renee said sleepily, "next to me, I've got you covered."

"Uh—no, no." He refused in a panic, "I sleep not far from you, and you can see me when you open your eyes."

After speaking, he reluctantly left with his quilt in his arms, and chose a cushion not too far from Renee to lie down on.

There is nothing between them, one sleeps to the left and the other sleeps to the right, and they can clearly see each other's faces.

Maybe Renee felt a little hot in her sleep, her right hand stuck out from under the sheet and hung in the air.

Neville's eyelids kept drooping, and he was in a daze, as if seeing her hand in front of him, he couldn't help stretching out a hand to try to hold her.

Their hands were inches apart, and a clock in the shadows ticked away in time with their breathing.

The author has something to say:

From the moment Neville learned that the Death Eaters who hurt his parents escaped from prison, he really began to grow up. In the future, he will quickly grow into an independent DA leader during his time at school.

When Harry and the others were not at school, he, Ginny and Luna supported DA.