[HP] Born to be a pair

The pointer on the dial pointed to the direction that should be zero, and Renee rubbed the slightly scratched glass surface with her thumb, her eyes were big and bright on her thin face.

The moon penetrates the mist and gradually becomes brighter. Its clear light and the light yellow street lights outside the window complement each other, giving the house a kind of peaceful scenery.

A ray of moonlight shone on the bed covered with printed sheets, and this beam of colored light happened to also shine on the old gold watch, leading to another reflection that was smooth and discernible.

The overlapping of these lights was soft, contained in an indescribable semi-dark light, which made her seem to see the hopeful and sincere face of the old wizard again in her confusion.

"squeak--"

A shrill alarm suddenly came from the corridor, and Renee tensed her muscles instantly, lifted the bedding, and drew her wand from under the pillow.

But as she hit the ground barefoot and was about to rush out of the bedroom, the cyclical screeching siren died away again.

Then came the voice of murmurs.

Renee tiptoed vigilantly and approached the door, gently pressed her ear to the door panel, and faintly heard whispers coming from outside the door.

Mrs. Longbottom: "Neville! You bad boy, I knew you would!"

Neville: "No, it's not! Granny, you've misunderstood! I just want to - want to say good night to her."

Mrs. Longbottom: "I saw you say goodnight to each other before you go back to the room. Why, you have to say it again for it to work?"

Neville muttered something vaguely, but Renee couldn't hear it clearly, but Mrs. Longbottom could hear it clearly. She raised her voice to warn her grandson.

"I didn't teach you to climb girls' doors in the middle of the night. Don't think you can do it when you're an adult—oh, you can't bear it."

Renee on the other side of the door couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning, and she could imagine how Neville on the other side of the door should be blushing now.

But since she was a child, she thought it was a common thing, and she did it just for pleasure, and now she just felt pity and amused for Neville who was caught.

"Grandma!" Neville also raised his voice, sounding a little annoyed, "I'm not going—to do anything, she received Professor Dumbledore's relics a few days ago, she must be feeling uncomfortable, I just want to Go see her."

"It would be best if you could think of it that way," said Mrs. Longbottom. "Respect for her body and soul is what a just and honest man does. But I think Renee is asleep now, and you don't have to Go and quarrel with her."

Neville didn't answer, and his grandma said to herself, "Now, come into the room with me, I have another thing for you."

With the low shout of "Curse Standing", the alarm spell placed in the corridor was dispelled, and the footsteps of the two people sounded, and disappeared in the sound of closing the door of the next bedroom.

Renee tied the ticking watch around her wrist, and clasped her hands together on her chest, feeling the same frequency as the movement of the hands and the beating of her heart.

The infinite grief has been washed away by the joy of being respected—whether it comes from Mrs. Longbottom or the deceased Dumbledore, in general, Renee can experience the happiness that is valued in it.

After midnight, she slept more and more soundly.

And when the moonlight shining on her side face turned into the slightly reddish light at dawn, the girl who vowed to get up early to cook was still sleeping.

The short, nutty, shiny brown curly hair is loosely piled on the linen pillowcase, and the hot pink cheeks are rosy under the light, healthy and beautiful.

With Mrs Longbottom's permission, Neville came upstairs to wake her up.Three soft knocks on the door, then louder, woke her up.

There was still a layer of water mist on the dark green eyes, and they were already turning to look at the gold watch on their wrists.

A full ten seconds later, as if she finally recognized the time, Renee sat up suddenly from the soft bed.

"It's too bad!" She couldn't help blaming herself in her heart, quickly threw off the quilt and ran to the door, and opened the bedroom door abruptly and quickly.

Neville's face seemed to be only a foot away from her, and the two of them seemed so close without the hindrance of the door panel.

In a rare panic, he suddenly withdrew his hands hidden in the pockets of his robe, and raised both hands high, showing Renee their empty palms—deliberately as if he had done it on purpose.

Renee's eyes moved from his palm to his flushed cheeks, and she couldn't help looking at the pocket where he had been hiding his right hand before, as if there was something in it.

But before she could take a closer look, Neville turned quickly, pointing the other flat side of the pocket at her.

"Okay, it's time for breakfast." He stammered, and ran down the stairs as if fleeing.

This aroused Renee's infinite curiosity. She went back to her room to wash and changed her clothes - a black satin lace shirt and a high-waisted white umbrella skirt. Some, have no choice.

Then, she hurried downstairs with shame and curiosity, and in the kitchen she saw Mrs Longbottom and Neville sitting around the dining table, with a half-eaten English breakfast in front of them and a full , next to Neville.

"Good morning, Granny, Neville. I'm sorry I'm late..." said Renee.

"It's all right, dear," Mrs. Longbottom put down the "Daily Prophet" in her hand, and said to her as slowly as possible, "I'm glad you can sleep well here. The longer you wake up, the more you prove that you love , enjoy this home."

Neville ate his chickpeas boiled in tomato sauce with his head down. He didn't look up at Renee, but showed her his ears, which were as red as ketchup in a spoon.

"Why didn't you say hello to Renee?" Mrs. Longbottom picked up the roll of newspaper and slapped Neville on the head dissatisfiedly. "Where is all your politeness?"

"...good morning, Renee," Neville said in a voice like a mosquito.

"Good morning to you too." Renee sat down next to his tense and stiff arms very naturally, and sprinkled some black pepper on her fried eggs. As if she didn't notice it for a while, the pepper bottle fell to the ground along the edge of the table. .

"Oops!" Renee took a breath, and quickly supported Neville who was about to reach for the pepper shaker, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

She immediately bowed her head and pressed her cheek against his flat and hard waist, but she couldn't feel any foreign body shape.

When Renee got up, Neville gave her a strange look, and the hand holding the silver spoon was so strong that it seemed to bend it.

But Mrs. Longbottom didn't care about this little morning farce. She stared at the front page of the newspaper, sighed, and cursed the mysterious person angrily.

"How dare they! How dare they!" she cursed loudly, "these fools, cunning old ghosts!"

"What happened?" Renee asked.

"These damned Death Eaters control the Ministry of Magic, control the newspaper, and publish a reward for Harry Potter! Blame Dumbledore's death on him—"

With a clatter, the silver spoon in Neville's hand fell on the table, his expression was focused and resentful, and he asked in disbelief, "How could they frame Harry like this?"

"It's a despicable strategy!" Although Renee had a vague impression, she still said angrily, "This is to force Harry and the others to flee, and to force every wizard to be unable to trust each other's friends and relatives."

There may be wizards who are afraid of the power of dark wizards and remain silent, but such a situation will never appear at this table.

The three of them finished their breakfast with the condiments of scolding the Death Eaters and You-Know-Who - at first Neville was afraid to speak, but later, with the encouragement of Granny and Renee, he scolded the most.

After breakfast, Mrs. Longbottom wanted to go to her bedroom to write a letter, but Renee remembered that mysterious thing, the treasure hidden deep in Neville's pocket.

"Neville..."

As soon as Renee called out, another voice interrupted her. A dark brown owl with white chest feathers flew in through the open window and threw two letters to her and Neville respectively.

She opened the letter and exchanged glances with Neville, both of them saw the green lettering on the envelope - it was their seventh grade book list.

But under the book list was another piece of paper, an official notice from the Ministry of Magic, stamped with wax.

It says that all wizarding families with school-age children will be required to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, without exception.Every student who reports for admission must hold a blood certificate, otherwise he will be taken away by the Ministry of Magic for questioning.

"Certificate of blood?" Neville cried. "What does that mean? Asking us to prove we're pure-blood, half-blood or Muggle-born?"

"I think so," Renee said calmly, "probably you have to fill in the name of the wizard who is closest to you, otherwise they will be regarded as Muggle-born wizards-that is, the so-called 'stealing magic ability' criminal."

"I won't fill out this crap." Neville's face sank, crumpled up the instruction sheet issued by the Ministry of Magic and threw it into the stove.

In the past, Renee always filled in the name of Amelia Vance, but now it is inexplicably mysterious.

This is obviously a fake name, neither Hogwarts nor the Ministry of Magic should be able to find this name, but why has she never been troubled by the Ministry of Magic for this reason in her previous lives?

Renee put down the letter with a heavy heart, and Neville snatched the instruction sheet without permission for the first time, also tore it into pieces and threw it into the stove, and then lightly drove away the angry owl who was waiting for a reply.

As August passed day by day, the surrounding atmosphere became more and more stormy.

Although Mrs. Longbottom went out shopping and visiting relatives and friends as usual, except for her brother, everyone else began to close the doors and windows.

When walking on the street, you can often see wizards who are suspected of being Muggle-born being taken away. They yelled sadly: "I am a half-breed! I can assure you that you must have heard the name of my relative—"

But the cruel and ruthless dark wizard didn't care, he just sent this kind of person to the Ministry of Magic for trial, sealed the poor man's tongue with his wand in two or three strokes, and disappeared with them in one turn.

Although the doors and windows of the houses on both sides of the street are closed, they leave a finger-wide gap invariably, so that people can keep their vigilant and worried eyes behind.

They looked indifferently and fearfully at the almost deserted streets. Whenever a wizard appeared—even if they hurried past with their heads bowed and wrapped themselves in cloaks—they could still feel hundreds of pairs of eyes falling on their eyes. back.

The Longbottom family went through several visits and interrogations. Renee didn't want to bother Mrs. Longbottom and Neville to explain each time, so when these people who appeared to be employees of the Ministry of Magic came, they were actually Death Eaters. , hiding in the closet.

They had a gentle attitude towards the pure-blooded Longbottom family. Even though Mrs. Longbottom didn't give her a good face, they politely checked the number and names before leaving.

Finally, September [-]st arrived when the first chilly rain showers fell in weeks.

In the Hogwarts train, which is always full of laughter and laughter, there is only deathly silence. Everyone sits with their familiar classmates, but they are suspicious of each other, silently facing the latest "Daily Prophet" in their hands.

The front page of the newspaper featured the familiar face of Severus Snape, still with his long, greasy black hair, and the eyes above his hooked nose glaring sullenly at the reader.

And just to the side of the photo, the title appeared - Severus Snape took over as headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Are you ready?" Ginny, who was sitting across from her, said sarcastically, "It's time for a new semester of learning orthodox black arts. Oh, let me see, how can I cut off someone's ear quickly and conveniently?"

"I'm so glad George's okay," Renee said. "That's dangerous, luckily it's just a hair loss."

"Just a little bit! A little bit! George will lose one of his ears!" Ginny slapped the booth angrily, her eyes almost burst into flames, "And the culprit who caused all this can still become the headmaster!"

Luna began to comfort her, Neville sighed silently, and the movement in the cubicle attracted the attention of the Death Eaters patrolling in the corridor, a warlock with gray temples and a swollen face pulled away Door.

"Hey! What are you arguing about here?" he asked savagely. "Don't you know anything about Potter?"

"We want to know more about him than you do." Neville said coldly, reaching out to block the three girls.

The Death Eater seemed to have been insulted, and his expression suddenly became ferocious. He pointed his wand at Neville's nose, and said word by word, "Don't be brave here, you idiot!"

Everyone in the cubicle was staring at him, Renee, Ginny, Luna, and Neville, wands clutched in their palms, one signal and they could stand up and throw the man over. Get out of the train and let his body fall into the cliff.

But in the next second, someone broke the deadlock. A black-robed wizard who looked as gentle as a priest came from behind the man, scanned the compartment impatiently, and compared the list in his hand.

"You guys! Report your names," the black-robed wizard said, "Okay, Travers, I still have to do these shit jobs, you go to patrol in the second half."

The Death Eater named Travers withdrew his wand reluctantly, glared fiercely at several people present, and left with a cold snort.

"Quickly report your names, and don't cause trouble for me and your professor." The black-robed wizard said half-jokingly and half-threateningly, "If you don't report your names now, not only you, but also your professors will suffer soon." long."

After these words were finished, Renee and the others immediately looked at each other, and angrily reported their names one by one.

"Weasley, Longbottom...well, yes...Lovegood? Oh! A relative of the deputy editor of that shit magazine..."

The black-robed wizard didn't care about their unanimous glaring, and used a quill to mark the board in his hand.Suddenly, he paused his hand, and raised his sinister gray eyes to examine Renee.

"Renee Hawke?" He looked at her suspiciously. "You don't have any wizarding relatives on your list."

"I haven't registered either!" Neville immediately retorted, but the black-robed wizard didn't even want to give him an extra look, and said coldly, "The surname Longbottom doesn't need to be registered, idiot!"

Then, he stared at Renee with dark eyes again: "Hey, girl, what are your parents' names?"

The author has something to say:

Guess what happened to Neville hahaha