HP : The Chronicles

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"Mr. Longbottom!" The old man greeted Neville. "Professor Snape has informed me of your… rather peculiar case. I was wondering why you never came in for your first wand!" The wandmaker admitted, summoning the same silver measuring tape Harry remembered from last year. "I had, of course, thought that you had chosen a different wandmaker for your wand but never getting one of your own, young man, that I had never expected!"

"I… you see, I…" Neville began, unsure of what to say.

"I have already informed you there were personal reasons why Mr. Longbottom was using his father's wand." Severus stated, sparing the boy of an explanation. Neville looked at him in awe while Harry smiled brightly.

"Yes, yes, of course." Mr. Ollivander said absentmindedly. "Not that it matters at this point. Better late than ever, I say!" The old wizard proclaimed as he started taking Neville's measurements for his wand. "And how is your wand treating you, Mr. Potter?" Olivander asked as he started searching for suitable wands for Neville.

"It works perfectly." Harry assured him, looking at his wand fondly.

"Keeping it in pristine condition too, I see!"

"I try, sir." The wandmaker nodded as he returned with some wands for Neville; after a few tries, they were rewarded with a rain of yellow and green sparkles that flew out a cherry wood wand.

"Ah, there we are!" The wandmaker proclaimed. "Thirteen inches, cherry with a unicorn hair! Slightly flexible and strong!" He nodded happily. "A very good wand." Neville smiled happily and regarded his wand with tears in his eyes. He never stopped saying thank you as Severus paid for the wand and while they walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, even when Severus bought them butterbeers before they left. When they finally returned to Hogwarts, Neville turned to leave, promising he would talk to no one of this outing. After all, Harry reminded him, they weren't supposed to have left the castle. The boy had almost left, before he remembered he hadn't given Harry his present yet.

"It's nothing really." Neville said. "Nothing compared to what you got me, but…" Harry rolled his eyes at his friend's mumbling as he unwrapped his gift to reveal…

"A pocket watch?" Harry asked with twinkling eyes. It was indeed a pocket watch, silver with elegant bronze details on both sides. "How did you know I like them?" He asked as he hugged his friend.

"You always carry one, so I guessed…" Neville shrugged, trailing off.

"You guessed right!" The green eyed wizard assured him; "I love it, Nev!" Wishing each other Merry Christmas once more, Neville left for the owl tower to post his holiday wishes to his family while Harry stayed back to spend a little more time with Severus. After Neville left, Harry was gleeful and Severus was pleased to see the boy opening up to a friend. Their conversation later shifted back to their secondary animagus training and the most likely candidates they could pick from; the form was crucial, they both agreed.

A few hours later, Harry left Severus's office with the promise to return the next day to start working on his broomstick design, his mind filled with various types of birds of prey. He climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, just a few minutes before curfew, Fred and George welcoming him at the entrance, their faces red and excited, a testimony of the snowball fight from which they must just have returned from. Fred challenged him in a game of Exploding Snap and they did just that, as the night fell around the castle, soon joined by a happy Neville who cheered them on and laughed every time some cards exploded on the table.

It was well over ten when Percy returned to the Common Room flushed and angry when Harry realized what was exactly amiss; his brother was nowhere to be found.

"You okay, Harry?" Neville asked from the couch he was seated on. "You look pale."

"I might have a cold I fear." Harry stated without missing a bit. "But tell me, do you know where my brother is?"

"Where ours is, apparently." Fred offered looking around the room. "Hermione's gone too. And after curfew!" Fred was smirking and Harry sighed. He had turned his head once and they were gone. It was only an hour later when the two male counterparts of the golden trio returned, claiming Hermione was ill and they had taken her to the infirmary. They looked quite startled and the next morning Severus did indeed confirm that, if black fur, pointy ears and a tail were symptoms of the new flu, then yes, Hermione was ill.

"So you think they used Polyjuice after all?" Harry asked, carefully shaping the first of the ash branches Severus had brought him, sitting Indian style on the thick carpet at the potions master's office, channelling his energy into the design as to not hex something.

"They must have. But the potion isn't supposed to be used for animal transformations, which is most likely what Miss Granger did. It was probably an accident though." Severus concluded.

"Do you think that it worked for Adrian and Ron then?" A part of him was impressed; the Polyjuice was one of the most difficult potions to brew and besides stealing the ingredients, Adrian, Hermione and Ron must have gotten their hands on the recipe somehow.

"It must have; thick as they are, even Crabbe and Goyle would remember how they ended up locked in a broom closet without their shoes. And how they talked with Malfoy while I believe they were unconscious in said closet." Severus was smirking besides himself.

"Seems like my brother and co. are looking into the Heir of Slytherin too." Harry surmised, picking up a smaller scalpel like, silver tool to finish the details on the handle.

"What do you think they found out?" Harry asked.

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