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"Harry, you got emancipated. You're the inventor of the Firebolt and the memory spheres and last month Adrian saw you holding your own against Death Eaters!" Neville stated, ignoring Harry that was mumbling something like "Sheer, damned luck!" under his breath at the mention of Death Eaters, selling himself awfully short. "When was the first time when you noticed that change in Adrian?" Harry thought back at the last summer; with everything he had going on, he hadn't really paid that much attention to his twin but there were moments he couldn't ignore.
"At the beginning, I thought it was the shock of everything I threw at him at our birthday. I thought he'd snap out of it sooner or later." Harry admitted. "But the day I told him about getting emancipated? There was no mistaking that for shock." Harry shook his head once more in realization. "Really? Jealousy?"
"Well, yeah." Neville admitted. "I believe Severus might have caught up on it too, but he hasn't told me anything." Harry nodded, making a mental note to ask his father at the first opportunity; he knew Severus wouldn't talk unless he asked him himself, knowing his son well enough to understand Harry would need time to process things on his own before talking about anything.
"Still, though; it's hard to believe." Neville, picking up on his brother's dimming good spirits, sighed and nodded once forcefully.
"You know what?" He asked, punching Harry's shoulder lightly. "Enough of that! This is our first day back to Hogwarts and we're going to bloody enjoy it!" Harry smirked at him, his eyes expressing the gratefulness he couldn't find the words to express.
"You have a point there." Harry admitted, his smirk turning into a smile.
"Of course I do!" Neville exclaimed. "And, now that Severus isn't around to have a stroke, have you given any thought to what the tournament might entail this time around?" And he beamed at his brother who, animated once more, started arraying his theories one after the next. The remaining of the train ride had passed just as Harry had intended it too when he woke up that morning; it had been filled with laughter and crazy theories and had flown by remarkably fast. It was already nightfall when they reached Hogsmeade station, but Harry felt incredibly revitalized; he just spread smiles all around, waving at his stunned schoolmates that hadn't yet seen him up close and walked lively next to Neville towards the carriages.
The two brothers ended up sharing a carriage with Fred, George and their friend Lee -the boy still looking at Harry as if he had never seen him before and in complete denial of everything he had heard about Severus from the twins- and having such a great time, Harry didn't even feel the sharp tag at his heart at seeing the thestrals this time around. The Weasley twins were wondering out loud about what the whole commotion was about this year -their parents hadn't mentioned anything about the Tournament either- but Harry and Neville simply shared a smile and let nothing slip; it wouldn't be long till they found out anyway.
They finally left the carriages and got reunited with Adrian, Ron and Hermione at the castle's entrance. The three teens were talking animatedly and only turned around to see the group of five approaching when alerted by Seamus and Dean, who were standing right next to them and, once they caught sight of Harry, started whispering frantically -Harry managed to catch something sounding like 'he has almost doubled in height!.
"Hey there!" Harry called smirking dashingly, black robes trailing behind him as he walked. Hermione blushed slightly as did -'Merlin help me!', Harry thought as Neville chuckled next to him- Millicent Bulstrode who was passing by with Blaise Zabini.
"Hey, Harry!" Adrian called back, thankfully smiling, before taking a moment to glare at a bored looking Draco Malfoy that passed him by. Ron followed his best friend's example adding a growl while staring at the blonde's retreating back.
"Did I miss something?" Harry asked, examining the whole scene carefully.
"Malfoy has always been an annoying sod." Ron stated, turning to look at Harry. "Don't know why I expected anything different this time around."
"What did his do this time?" Neville asked, sharing a meaningful glance with Harry.
"He passed by our compartment, like he does every year." Adrian answered, toning down on the death glares and turning his attention to the conversation at hand.
"Well, no reason to be more annoyed with him this year than you were the last." Harry reasoned, sensing there was yet something more to be said on the subject.
"That's just it!" Ron exclaimed. "This time, he walked in like he owned the place, took a look around and said; 'You know what? You're not even worth the effort'!" Ron's face turned an unhealthy shade of red as he spoke, his voice steadily increasing in volume. "The pompous git!"
"So you're upset because Malfoy didn't start a fight this time?" Harry asked slightly amused. Draco kept behaving weird for his standards as it seemed but at least he acted less offensive than usual.
"See that's what Ginny and I said too." Hermione stated, speaking up, glaring at Ron with an exasperated look on her face. "But did you listen? No! I had to spend the whole ride listening to how Malfoy was being his usual annoying self instead!" Neville chortled as Harry simply shook his head and moved towards the entrance. The moment he stepped foot in the hall he realized, once more, just how much he had missed Hogwarts. With that thought, he sent a smile towards Neville who smiled back, greeted a couple of seemingly star-struck third years and walked along with the rest of the student body towards the Great Hall.
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