Summary: Neville's grandmother passes away and he finally decided to live life the way he wishes too. A new inheritance, nice Slytherins, and evil Gryfindors, my oh my. Will Neville succeed in his new life? Eventual slash. NL/DM
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Note: This is my first story ever so please be nice. I don't mind constructive criticism and new ideas to improve my writing. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Gran's Death
On the train back from the fifth year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry Neville Longbottom sat in a carriage along with his friends Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Ron, Ginny and Harry were loudly playing exploding snap while Hermione was reading yet another book. "So what are your plans for the summer guys?" Harry asked everyone.
"Well my family is planning on going to Egypt again this summer." Ron said.
"Yeah, I can't wait it's been so long since we last went. Too bad you couldn't come with us Harry." Ginny added sincerely.
"My family is going back France. There is so much history there, I can't believe I had no time to finish going through the museums last time I went. Hopefully this time I will even have time to search their national library as well. What about you Harry?" Hermione piped up.
" The usual, back to the Dursley's, hopefully nothing eventful will happen." Harry grinned.
"Yeah right nothing eventful happening to the great Harry Potter." Ron said playfully.
"Shut up Ron, you're just jealous that I'm cool and you're not." Harry replied while turning his attention back to the game of exploding snap. Ron rolled his eyes and returned to their game too.
No even noticed that Neville wasn't listening to their conversation. 'I wonder if they even realize that I'm in the carriage with them?' thought Neville. While in thought a loud bang was heard on the carriage door to announce that they were almost at Kings Cross.
At Kings Cross everyone said their good byes and went their separate ways. As usual Neville took a train to the next train station near Ireland and took a muggle taxi home. 'Home' he though. The house was more of a cottage really. It wasn't grand in any way, but since it was near the ocean its location was beautiful. "Grandmum? I'm home." Neville yelled. No answer came. Thinking this odd since he owled his grandmother yesterday to remind her that he was coming. He went to look for her. She wasn't in the kitchen, the den, or the garden. 'Maybe she felt ill and went to bed?' he thought. Knocking of his grandmother's bedroom door he entered. There she was sleeping. Neville smirked and decided to wake her. His smirk faded quickly as it came when she wouldn't wake and began to panic when he felt that her skin was cold as ice. He ran to the nearest fireplace to call St. Mungo's. Immediately two male emergency healers came through. His grandmother was pronounced dead at the scene and taken away.