Bad Dreams and Candy Wrappers
As Bellatrix Lestrange performed the cruciatus curse on Frank Longbottom, the baby's cries seemed to be getting louder and louder with every shot of magic that came out of her wand. Finally, she couldn't bare it any longer and turned her attentions toward the incessant screaming. Just as Bellatrix was about to whip a killing curse at the year old child, another beam of magic came hurtling at her, knocking Bellatrix hard into Neville's crib and breaking her nose.
"Expelliamus!" Lilly yelled again, but this time she was too late, Bellatrix had already apparated away. Leaving a wizard and witch separated from they're sanity and a year old boy all but orphaned.
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Neville sat up with a start. Then lay back down again in the bed, "Go away!" he whispered, "Just leave me alone!"
"Neville? Are you still awake?" Grace Longbottom asked her grandson.
"Just a bad dream Gran. I'm alright,"
"Good, you better get as much sleep as you can, in a few days, you'll have school work to keep you up at night,"
"Yes mem," he replied, copying her curt tone.
Grace gave a sniff of approval and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Christmas holidays were almost over and Neville would be going back to school and homework soon. Suddenly he remembered what day it was. Falling back on his pillow, Neville stared absently at the ceiling. After a bit, he got up and went to the closet and took out a hat box from the lose floor board on the floor.
Sitting back on the bed, Neville opened the box and looked at the hundreds of old candy wrappers inside. Every time he went to see them, His mom gave him one, sometimes two. Gran thought he'd thrown them out but every single one lay stashed in his room. There was another box under the floor board that was completely stuffed with some even falling out. Neville picked up a pink one and thought back to his dream. It was an apparition of the night that Bellatrix Lestrange had drove his parents out of their minds. Harry's mom had saved him but sometimes he wished his mind could have died along with theirs.
Neville knew Harry didn't know of his mother's heroics and if Neville had anything to do with it, he never would. He and Potter were connected on too many levels already and Neville wanted to keep his parents a secret.
Today was the day they were going to see them and it always gave Neville mixed feelings. Should he be excited or sad? It was always a combination of these two feelings that he felt when St. Mungo's came into sight.
Neville knew he'd never get back to sleep now even though it was only five-thirty in the morning. All he could do was sit with the old candy wrappers and imagine the scene that was sure to come on the closed ward at St Mungo's Hospital.
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What do ya think, this is the better of my two Potter fanfics. I love Neville and descided he need a fanfic since I have yet to read one completely about him (if you find one tell me). I think's he's so cute yet very brave and strong in his own quiet way. He lives a rough life though not necessarly a bad one and I though his story should be told.
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PS-Please review or I wont make another chapter, I'm serious!