Harry smiled and nodded, sauntering over to where Neville was studying some blueprints. He had recruited his old friend to oversee the planting of a garden like the one Ginny had enjoyed at the Burrow as a child. In this, a herbologist's expert opinion was most appreciated. Harry had never had a green thumb, either in his childhood or at Hogwarts. Sometimes when he was little, Petunia would order him to help her in her garden, but when some of the plants had started to wilt, Vernon had suspected that Harry was poisoning the flowers on purpose and had made him stop.