call me yours ( harry j potter )

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Y/n nodded, "Yeah, terrible what happened...scary...Everything was just on fire, and the Ministry doesn't even know what's happening" she explained as Neville nodded.

"Wonderful plant...what type is it? looks like a lavender plant" Y/n asked. 

She was always the only one who listened and cared about what Neville had to say about plants her and Luna of course, "C-Close but...Angel's Trumpet, Gran was growing them without knowing in the backyard-" 

Y/n grinned with a chuckled, "They're beautiful," She knew there was no news to tell Neville but she needed to get over her feelings for Harry, well that was what she thought that she had to do since she saw the way he looked at Cho. 

"Moly plants are also beautiful-" 

"Yeah..yeah.." Neville nodded shocked. The two just talked the whole time without judging each other or anything. 

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The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-of-term feast. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair. 

The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils. It was much warmer in here. Y/n, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws, and the Hufflepuffs, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. 

Pearly white and semitransparent, Nick was dressed tonight in his usual doublet, but with a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extra-festive, and ensuring that his head didn't wobble too much on his partially severed neck. "Good evening," he said, beaming at them.

"Good Evening" Y/n replied emptying her shoes which were filled of water from something Peeves the poltergeist pulled before they all got into the great hall. 

"Says who?" said Harry, taking off his sneakers and emptying them of water. "Hope they hurry up with the Sorting. I'm starving."

The Sorting of the new students into Houses took place at the start of every school year he was quite looking forward to it. Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice called down the table. "Hiya, Harry!"

It was Colin Creevey, a third-year to whom Harry was something of a hero. Y/n grinned turning to Harry knowing how he felt. "Hi, Colin," said Harry warily turning to Y/n for help as the girl just smiled turning to Ron and Hermione. 

"Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!" 

"Er — good," said Harry.

"He's really excited!" said Colin, practically bouncing up and down in his seat. "I just hope he's in Gryffindor! Keep your fingers crossed, eh, Harry?" 

Er — yeah, all right," said Harry. He turned back to Y/n, Hermione, Ron, and Nearly Headless Nick. "Brothers and sisters usually go in the same Houses, don't they?" he said. He was judging by the Weasleys, all seven of whom had been put into Gryffindor.

"Oh no, not necessarily," said Hermione. "Parvati Patil's twin's in Ravenclaw, and they're identical. You'd think they'd be together, wouldn't you?" 

"And me, Luna is my relative and we were separated" Y/n pointed out as Harry looked at them as if not helping.  Y/n  looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual. 

Hagrid, of course, was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall floor, but there was another empty chair too, and Y/n  couldn't think who else was missing.