[ Harry hears his name, which isn't all that uncommon back home. But here? Here, he doesn't really know anyone, and anyone who does know him ... well, it'd be because he'd just met them and told them that he's their son.
(Yes, he's speaking of James Potter and Lily Evans.)
So it is with some surprise that Harry turns towards the sound of his name, and -- oh, blimey. Is that? It is. And he looks age-appropriate, too. That is, he looks like he'd only seen him just yesterday. ]
Neville. [ Harry's relief is palpable, written in his features. He reaches out to clasp his friend on the shoulder because what are hugs. ] Neville, is that you?
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(Yes, he's speaking of James Potter and Lily Evans.)
So it is with some surprise that Harry turns towards the sound of his name, and -- oh, blimey. Is that? It is. And he looks age-appropriate, too. That is, he looks like he'd only seen him just yesterday. ]
Neville. [ Harry's relief is palpable, written in his features. He reaches out to clasp his friend on the shoulder because what are hugs. ] Neville, is that you?