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Professor Neville Longbottom (profplant) wrote in silverage,

Yeah, definitely Harry's eyes, Neville thought, smiling. It was nice to see something familiar, even if it wasn't a face he knew well at all. "Yeah, I'm Neville. It's- wow, it's nice to meet you." Lily Potter. Er, Evans. It was practically a miracle- though he was getting a bit concerned. Everyone from his world who turned up here was dead- what did that mean for him?

"I- no. No one's. You really think so?" He smiled again at the thought. Barely there or not, she was his mum, and his Gran never really talked about her. "You've got Harry's eyes. Or, I guess he's got yours. Almost exactly your eyes. It's uncanny." This was bizarre- he wanted to tell her all about her son, all the amazing things he did, but. Well, she was dead, wasn't she? How much could it really hurt? "Harry and I, we're friends. Since we were eleven. We have almost the same birthday, actually. Mine's today, his is tomorrow. Will be tomorrow. And Hugo's, his was yesterday. Will be yesterday? He's- five. Will be five."