*I did not create these characters; I have only made them older.
*This story takes place about ten years after Harry and his friends have graduated from Hogwarts.
Chapter 1: The Dark Night
Rain poured down the windows as Neville sat with his parents. It had been nearly five years since he had seen them last, and he regretted ever forgetting them in such a way. Life had changed so dramatically for him that he rarely had a moment to himself, much less a moment to make a visit to the hospital to see them. Every drop of rain seemed to startle the young man, even though he had mostly outgrown his childhood fear of water, especially the kind that came from clouds. Neville was sure that he would be able to spend more time with his parents now that he had taken over as manager at Gringott's Bank. The new position ensured that he could dictate his own schedule, instead of doing what others asked of him as he had done for the larger portion of his life.
Seeing that there was no more reason to be at the hospital as his parents were sleeping, Neville made his way out into the world. He was always afraid to leave the hospital, fearing that next time he would be entering only to find his parents had finally died. Oh, how he wished they would someday return to normal, although he knew that would never happen. He could thank Peter Pettigrew for that.
"Good night, Mr. Longbottom," the nurse on duty said as he exited.
Drops of rain started to freeze his skin as soon as he left the building, and he only wished that he were at home with Parvati. Soon enough, he thought, as he apparated to a location outside of his home. As he started to walk towards his front door and into the comfort of his home, his wife, and his daughter, Neville caught sight of an owl that would always remain familiar to him; Hedwig. The great bird swooped down from the sky and landed on his outstretched arm, handing him a small piece of parchment. As Neville unraveled the tiny sheet, he gasped. Looking at the paper, he only saw seven words, "The Order of The Phoenix needs you." The most surprising thing of all about the letter was the handwriting. Usually whenever the Order was calling on him, the letter was in Harry's handwriting since he had taken charge of the organization. Neville knew something was terribly wrong because this handwriting was none other than his own.
*This story takes place about ten years after Harry and his friends have graduated from Hogwarts.
Chapter 1: The Dark Night
Rain poured down the windows as Neville sat with his parents. It had been nearly five years since he had seen them last, and he regretted ever forgetting them in such a way. Life had changed so dramatically for him that he rarely had a moment to himself, much less a moment to make a visit to the hospital to see them. Every drop of rain seemed to startle the young man, even though he had mostly outgrown his childhood fear of water, especially the kind that came from clouds. Neville was sure that he would be able to spend more time with his parents now that he had taken over as manager at Gringott's Bank. The new position ensured that he could dictate his own schedule, instead of doing what others asked of him as he had done for the larger portion of his life.
Seeing that there was no more reason to be at the hospital as his parents were sleeping, Neville made his way out into the world. He was always afraid to leave the hospital, fearing that next time he would be entering only to find his parents had finally died. Oh, how he wished they would someday return to normal, although he knew that would never happen. He could thank Peter Pettigrew for that.
"Good night, Mr. Longbottom," the nurse on duty said as he exited.
Drops of rain started to freeze his skin as soon as he left the building, and he only wished that he were at home with Parvati. Soon enough, he thought, as he apparated to a location outside of his home. As he started to walk towards his front door and into the comfort of his home, his wife, and his daughter, Neville caught sight of an owl that would always remain familiar to him; Hedwig. The great bird swooped down from the sky and landed on his outstretched arm, handing him a small piece of parchment. As Neville unraveled the tiny sheet, he gasped. Looking at the paper, he only saw seven words, "The Order of The Phoenix needs you." The most surprising thing of all about the letter was the handwriting. Usually whenever the Order was calling on him, the letter was in Harry's handwriting since he had taken charge of the organization. Neville knew something was terribly wrong because this handwriting was none other than his own.