Hey guys so this is my first story. Neville's smart, independent and pretty badass. His Grandmother has abused and neglected him for years. His Hogwarts letter finally arrives a few weeks after his birthday and he's never had a better present. Well, he's never actually had a present before, so...
There is some violence obviously, but nothing too graphic. This story includes slash, which is m/m, so if you don't like, don't read! Also nothing to worry about. No details.
So I decided that the story was crap and I'm rewriting it. Don't be too disappointed because I'm going to do it all in one hit. The first chapters aren't going to change much, but they will a little.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. If it seems like anyone else's story [besides the obvious] then I'm sorry!
Let's a go!
Bellatrix cackled as she shot another cruciatus curse at the writhing body on the floor. This body belonged to an Alice Longbottom. Longbottom! What a name! Even if they were related… But Longbottom! Even if they were pure-bloods the name was hilarious! Bellatrix, the Lestrange brothers and Barty Crouch Jnr were currently at the Longbottom residence trying to find information on the disappearance of their Lord. The woman's husband… Frank? He was already gone. His mind cracked after only, what? Thirty, thirty-five cruciatus? What a wimp.
She was slowly going as well, this one. She kept twitching even after the curse had ended. She couldn't even scream anymore. It was so much fun. So much fun but still so unsatisfying. The more she tortured her, the less likely she'd be able to tell them where he was. Her pathetic attempts of, 'I don't know, I don't know', were quickly growing old. If they weren't behind his disappearance, then why were they hiding? Who did they think they were? Keeping that sort of information from her.
She growled and screamed, but the woman still wouldn't tell her anything. It was infuriating. It wasn't fun anymore. She threw one last cruico at the woman, with all the hate she felt for this filthy blood-traitor. The woman on the floor just stopped moving. For a minute she thought that she'd died, but then saw the slow rise and fall of her chest.
Bellatrix growled as she kicked the woman on the floor, realising that she wouldn't get anything from the wench. She was gone. Bellatrix laughed when she counted how many times she'd hit her. Forty. At least five more times than her poor excuse for a husband. A stronger woman. Just like her. She laughed again as they apparated out of the house, failing to notice the disillusionment charm which Alice had casted quickly before they came in.
In the corner of the room covered by a layer of blankets, clothes, a silencing spell and a rather strong disillusionment charm was a basket. In this basket a tiny sixteen month old baby boy was crying and calling out for the woman whose screams he had heard for the last two hours. Cries that were left unanswered by the woman lying still on the floor, occasionally twitching.