Disclaimer: All original characters, situations and plot ideas belong to JK Rowling. I make no profit from this.

Warning: This story is rated M for sexual situations and scenes, language, and darker themes later in the story.

A/N: Originally, I posted the first chapters of this story back in 2008 under the title "Riven". After revisiting it and playing with it a bit last year(2015), and updating more chapters, I realized there was a few major plot holes and decided to do a huge rewrite. I have been and currently am seriously obsessed with the idea for this story so I am determined to finish it pronto. This story will be mostly from Neville/Pansy's POV, with some from Hermione, Draco, or Harry. This first chapter is a recap of the Battle of Hogwart's, with some little changes here and there and it's also the longest chapter so far. Most chapters are going to be short, but I'll make up for it by updating quickly. So here's the first chapter, please read and enjoy! And if you have any questions or comments, please review! :)

- A Riven Heart -

Chapter One

Full Summary: Pansy Parkinson leads a quiet, isolated life making potions and spending time with her one true friend: Theodore Nott. Though she tries to become a Potion's Master, she knows her past decisions haunt her present life and keep her from her long term goals. Still, she doesn't let that get her down, especially when her crazy and going-even-crazier-with-every-day mother, Denise, sets her up on a blind date with ... Neville Longbottom? Now she has more friends than she knows what to do with, mind blowing sex on every occasion, and oh yea, Voldemort is still alive.

Throw in some Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, and Theo/Percy to tie everything up.

Lots of blood, sex, violence, shabby wandwork, and ... tightie whities?

Completed as of 11:56 EST June 9th, 2016

May 1st – May 2nd, 1998

Ribs aching from laughter and feeling lighthearted from hunger, he gazed up at the quickly darkening sky. Far across the lake, the dragon was drinking deeply and completely ignoring the three of them. Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Together they lay in the damp grass long after the laughter faded.

"What are we going to do, though?" Hermione said finally. "He'll know, won't he? You-Know-Who will know we know about his Horcruxes!"

"Maybe they'll be too scared to tell him?" Ron said hopefully. "Maybe they'll cover up-"

And then pain split open his forehead and he was Voldemort.

"Say it again! Say it again! Imposters? What imposters? I thought Gringotts had ways of revealing imposters? And they took? Tell me! What did they take?"

"A... a s-small golden c-cup, m-my Lord..."

The diary was destroyed and the cup was stolen: What if, what if, the boy knew about the others? Malfoy was left the diary, which he treated with no respect. What about Parkinson? Quickly he thought of the others. The lake, the shack, and Hogwart's. And Nagini... who must remain close now. The diary might've been destroyed, but he was still strong, still safe. So he flew. He had to check, make sure he was still safe...

Harry's eyes flew open, Ron and Hermione looking down at him. "He knows. He knows and he's going to check where the others are, and the last one is at Hogwarts! I knew it! I knew it! He thought it himself! He's mad at Malfoy about the diary, he thought of the lake, which had the locket and that's destroyed! The shack, which was the ring and Dumbledore took care of that one. And then he thought of Hogwart's! The last Horcrux is at Hogwart's!"

They rushed to Hogsmead and broke into Hogwart's with a little help from Aberforth of all people. Nevilles voice, "I knew you'd come! I knew it, Harry!"

The things they learned about Hogwart's this year drove anger shivers throughout their bodies.

"Blimey, Neville," said Ron. "There's a time and a place for getting a smart mouth. They've used you as a knife sharpener." But Neville only shrugged, the cuts around his eye were deep and purple looking.

"Well, it got more difficult as time went on," Neville said. "We lost Luna at Christmas, and Ginny never came back at Easter, and the three of us were sort of the leaders. The Carrows seemed to know I was behind a lot of it, so they started coming down on me hard, and then Michael Corner went and got caught releasing a first-year they'd chained up, and they tortured him pretty badly. That scared people off."

"No kidding," muttered Ron.

The passage sloped upwards. Neville continued, "I don't know whether they were planning to kill me or send me to Azkaban; either way, I knew it was time to disappear."

"But aren't- aren't we heading straight back into Hogwart's?" Ron asked.

"Course, you'll see! We're here. Look who it is! Didn't I tell you?"

"Harry!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Ron Hermione!"

Before any of them could ask a question of their own, Harry felt a terrible, scorching pain in his scar. He turned away from everyone, the Room of Requirement vanished, and he was standing inside a ruined stone shack, and the rotting floorboards were ripped apart at his feet, a disinterred golden box lay open and empty in the hole, and Voldemort's scream of rage wibrated inside his head. He had to get back to Hogwart's-but first, he must check the other hiding places. He had to be sure...

Harry pulled away from Voldemort's mind with enormous effort, back to where he stood in the Room of Requirement, sweat pouring from his face, and Ron holding him up. Time was running out fast.

"We got your message, Neville! Hello you three, I thought you must be here." Luna, Dean, Ginny, followed by Fred, George, Lee Jordan, and Cho Chang.

"Why can't they help?" Ron asked, turning to Harry.

"What?"

"They can help. We don't know where the last one is and we've got to find it fast. We don't have to tell them what it is."

"Ron's right," Said Hermione. "You don't have to do everything alone, Harry."

"All right- all right... There's something we need to find," Harry said to the room. "Something that'll help us overthrow You-Know-Who. It's here at Hogwart's, but we don't know where. It might have belonged to Ravenclaw."

"Well, there's her lost diadem, I told you about it. Remember Harry?" Luna answered.

Harry found himself under the Cloak with Luna after a, literally, stunning moment in Ravenclaw Tower and Amycus outside trying to get to his sister, Professor McGonagall declaring, "Why would Harry Potter try to get inside Ravenclaw Tower? Potter belongs in my House!" and then to Amycus, "Only the difference between truth and lies, courage and cowardice. A difference, in short, which you and your sister seem unable to appreciate. But let me make one thing very clear. You are not going to pass off your many ineptitudes on the students of Hogwarts. I shall not permit it."

A wrath that was like physical pain blazed through Harry, setting his scar on fire, and for a second he looked down upon a basin whose potion had turned clear, and saw that no golden locket lay safe beneath the surface. Harry was running out of time.

Harry and McGonagall quickly rendered Amycus useless. "Time's running out. Professor, I am acting on Dumbledore's orders, I must find what he wanted me to find! But we've got to get the students out while I'm searching the castle – it's me Voldemort wants, but he won't care about killing a few more or less, not now-" not now he knows I'm attacking Horcruxes.

They found themselves inside the Headmaster's office, a great batlike shape flying off in the distance. "No, he's not dead," said McGonagall bitterly. "Unlike Dumbledore, he was still carrying a wand... and he seems to have learned a few tricks from his master. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is coming, we must do what we teachers can to barricade the school!"

"Professor," Harry said to Flitwick. "Professor, I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is important. Have you got any idea where the diadem of Ravenclaw it?"

"Protego Horribilis- the diadem of Ravenclaw? Nobody has seen it in living memory! Long since lost, boy!"

The castle was awake now, teachers running for their students, to rally who could help with evacuation and who could stay and fight. Kingsley, Lupin, Oliver Wood, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Bill and Fleur, and Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley had all arrived. They were in the Great Hall when there was a silence that pressed hard on them.

"Give me Harry Potter and non shall be harmed." Said Voldemort's voice. "Give me Harry Potter, and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter, and you will be rewarded. You have until Midnight."

There was silence until a finger rose from the Slytherin's with a shaking arm and a voice he recongized as that of Pansy Parkinson screamed, "But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!"

Before Harry could speak, there was a massive movement. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws all moved infront of him, backs to Harry, and created a wall between him and the Slytherin's.

"Thank you Miss Parkinson," Said McGonagall in a clipped voice. "You will leave the Hall first with Mr. Filch. If the rest of your House will follow. Potter! Aren't you supposed to be looking for something?"

"Oh! Right!" Harry moved away from the Great Hall, panic filled him. Voldemort thought he would go to Ravenclaw tower... No one had seen the diadem in Living Memory... He tore off in a different direction and he saw her. The Grey Lady. "You're the Grey Lady. The ghost of Ravenclaw Tower?"

"That is correct." She looked young with long hair. Her tone was not encouraging.

"Please; I need some help. I need to know anything you can tell me about the lost diadem."

"I am afraid that I cannot help you."

"WAIT! This is urgent. If that diadem's at Hogwarts, I've got to find it, fast."

"You are hardly the first sudent to covet the diadem. Generations of students have badgered me-"

"This isn't about trying to get better marks! It's about Voldemort- defeating Voldemort- or aren't you interested in that?"

"I stole the diadem, I sought to make myself cleverer, more important that my mother. I ran away with it. Hid it inside a tree hollow in a forest. A forest in Albania. A lonely place I thought was far beyond my mother's reach."

"Albania? You've already told someone this story haven't you? Another student?"

"I had no idea... he was flattering... He seemed... to understand... to sympathize..."

"That wasn't the first time he wormed information from someone before...He hid the diadem in the castle, the night he asked Dumbledore to let him teach!"

He thought of the stone statue in Ravenclaw tower and thought of another: that of an ugly old warlock, onto whose head Harry himself placed a wig and a battered old Tiara. He rushed back towards the Room of Requirement and ran into Ron and Hermione; the latter was carrying an armful of Basilisk fang's. "Hermione did it!" said Ron. "She destroyed Hufflepuff's cup. Thought she should. She hadn't had the pleasure yet."

"Genius!" said Harry. "I know what the diadem looks like, and I know where it is." The three rushed through the Room of Hidden things, splitting up to look for the diadem. Harry found it finally, but not before running to Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. Crabbe aimed to kill and then, "Like it hot, scum?" as his wand let out a flames of abnormal size, flames that licked up the piles of junk turning anything it touched into soot immediately. Flaming serpents, chimaeras, and dragons rose and fell and rose again. The towers of junk that had been here for centuries turning to ash.

"Here!" Harry grabbed two brooms, throwing one to Ron who pulled Hermione on behind himself. They took off into the air, flying off quickly towards the entrance. But he saw them: Molfoy with a stunned Goyle perched on a flaming tower of charred desks, Crabbe falling into the flames.

"IF WE DIE FOR THEM, I'LL KILL YOU, HARRY!" Ron screamed. But he and Hermione got ahold of Goyle and Harry gripped Malfoy tightly, getting him on his broom. All around them, the last few unburned things were being flung into the air by the devouring flames, the creatures of the cursed fire cast them high in celebration: cups and shields, a necklace, and an old, discolored tiara...

With the skills of a seeker, Harry dived. "What are you doing, what are you doing, the door is that way!" Malfoy screamed in his ear. But Harry made a swerve up and caught the diadem around his wrist. He rushed through the flames, towards a rectangular patch on the wall and moments later clean air filled his lungs. The door to The Room of Requirement vanished behind him and the diadem on his wrist was leaking a dark, blood like substance.

"It must of been Fiendfyre!" Hermione whispered. "Cursed fire – it's one of the substances that destroy Horcruxes, but I would never, ever have dared to use it."

The battle was still raging. Friends were fighting – some dying – but they just had to kill the snake. The snake was the only one left...

Harry looked into Voldemort's mind and the three of them rushed off to the Shrieking Shack, dodging creatures, dementors, Death Eaters, and Trelawney's flying crystal balls. They clawed under the Whomping Willow and emerged in the Shrieking Shack where Harry could see Voldemort and, of all people, Snape.

"I have a problem, Severus." Voldemort said softly. "Why doesn't it work for me, Severus? I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary, but this wand... no. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. I feel no difference between this wand and the one I procured from Ollivander all those years ago. No difference. Do you know why I have called you back from the battle? My concern at the moment, is what will happen when I finally meet the boy!"

"My Lord, there can be no question, surely - ?"

" - but there is a question. Why did both the wands I have used fail when directed at Harry Potter?"

"I – I cannot answer that my Lord."

"Can't you?"

"My wand of Yew did everything of which I asked it, except to Kill Harry Potter. Twice it failed. Ollivander told me under torture of the twin cores, told me to take another's wand. I did so, but Lucius's wand shattered upon meeting Potter's."

"I – I have no explanation my Lord."

"I sought a third wand, Severus. The Elder Wand, the Wand of Destiny, the Deathstick. I took it from its previous master. I took it from the grave of Albus Dumbledore. All this long night, when I am on the brink of victory, I have sat here wondering, wondering why the Elder Wand refuses to be what it ought to be, refuses to perform as legend says it must perform for it's rightful owner... and I think I have an answer. The Elder Wand cannot serve me properly, Severus, because I am not its true master. The Elder Wand belongs to the wizard who killed its last owner. You killed Albus Dumbledore. While you live, Severus, the Elder Wand cannot be truly mine."

And Voldemort swiped the air with the Elder Wand and Nagini was on Snape. "Kill."

There was a terrible scream and Harry saw what little color Snape's face held drained, his black eyes widened, as Nagini's fangs pierced his neck. Then the great snake and Voldemort disapparated. Harry crawled out of his hiding place and went to Snape, looking down at his dying form.

"Take it – take it," Snape pleaded, gesturing to his silvery tears leaking from his eyes.

Voldemort's cold voice filled the air, "You have fought valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured. I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the forbidden forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. You have one hour."

Thirty minutes later, Harry found himself in the Headmaster's Office, coming out of a pensive, Snape's memories filling every corner of his thoughts. Snape was the one who got the Sword of Gryffindor to him. Dumbledore wanted Snape to be the one who killed him. Snape who begged Dumbledore to keep his mother safe, Snape who pledged his loyalty to Dumbledore after Lily and James were killed. Snape, whose Patronus was a doe, a doe like Lily's.

And Harry was an unintentional Horcrux. When his mother cast herself in front of Harry, shielding him from the Killing Curse, a piece of Voldemort's soul latched onto the only living thing in the room: Harry.

He understood, at last, that he was not meant to survive. It was hard, harder than anything he ever had to do, to walk into that forest. Hard to stand in front of the thing that murdered so, so many people. He surrendered himself to Voldemort and in a breath, he died.

When he opened his eyes again, understanding about the Hallow's, understanding about Dumbledore, and understanding that Voldemort wasn't a part of him anymore, he was lying on the forest floor.

He was carried from the Forest back to Hogwarts; Voldemort sneering and gesting about his great victory. But then Neville did the unthinkable. He broke from the full body bind that had been cast on him and with the Sword of Gryffindor pulled from the Sorting Hat, sliced through Nagini and destroyed the last Horcrux. Chaos reigned. Death Eater's, spiders, thestrals, centaurs, giants, students, house elves, all fighting. Harry slipped away under his Invisibility Cloak.

Mrs. Weasley was fighting off Bellatrix, screaming, "NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!"

The side of Light was winning. Slowly, they were overtaking Voldemort's supporters until finally, Mrs. Weasley killed off Bellatrix and Voldemort let out a scream of rage at the death of his last and best Leutinent; he turned the Elder Wand on Mrs. Weasley. Harry dropped his cloak and roared, "PROTEGO!" Shielding Mrs. Weasley and most of the Great Hall from Voldemort.

The shock at seeing Harry, alive, had everyone screaming out. And then, they dueled; Harry and Voldemort, not with wands but with words. "No one else, just me and you. There are no more Horcruxes. Neither can live while the other survives, and one of us is about to leave for good... Don't you ever learn from your mistakes, Tom Riddle?"

"You dare - "

"Yes, I dare! Don't you see, Tom Riddle?"

They prowled around in a circle. "Is it love again, Dumbledore's favorite solution, love, which he claimed conquered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like an old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me from stamping out your Mudblood mother like a cockroach, Potter – and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse! So what will stop you this time from dying when I strike? You think you know more magic than I, Lord Voldemort, who has performed magic that Dumbledore himself never dreamed of?

"Oh, he dreamed of it, but he knew more than you, knew enough not to do what you've done."

"You mean he was weak! I killed Albus Dumbledore!"

"You only think you brought about his death! Snape was never your man!"

"What childish dream is this!?"

"Stop and think a moment, he loved her, my mother, all his life. His Patronus was a doe, just like my mother's... It's your last chance, it's all you've got left... I've seen what you'll be otherwise... be a man... Try, try for a little remorse..."

"But even then, Potter, Dumbledore as good as gave me the wand! I stole the wand from its last master's tomb! I removed it against it's last master's wishes! The wand is as good as mine! Even if you are right, Potter, it makes no difference to you and me. You no longer have the phoenix wand: We duel on skill alone and after I have killed you, I can attend to Draco Malfoy..."

"But you're too late. You've missed your chance... Does the wand in your hand know its last master was Disarmed?..."

And then...

"Avada Kadavra!"

"Expelliarmus!"

And like a bang from a cannon blast Harry caught the Elder Wand in his hand as Tom Riddle's body fell to the ground, red and gold lighting up the hall. But something remained. Like smoke from a lit cigarette, it swirled seeming dangerous and vicious. It kept its form and a wheezing shriek Harry had never heard before split the air, something remained behind as Tom Riddle's body turned to ash on the ground. The form rushed through a nearby broken window and with it, the shrieking sound.

All around him, screams and cheers exploded as sunlight shone through holes in the ceiling.

But Harry knew, he wasn't finished yet. Voldemort still existed in some form. Harry still had a Horcrux to find. . . .

July 29th, 2006

Pansy Parkinson sat, uncomfortably, in a small tea shop in Diagon Alley, a steaming cup of coffee that was really just cream with a dash of coffee, and a dry pastry sat untouched by her hand. Her raven hair fell behind the back of the chair in a waterfall of silky black, small curls at the tips. She had bangs that she trimmed herself falling in her eyes. She never trimmed them as short as they should've been; she used the long length to conceal her bright violet eyes that were a dead give away of her identity. Despite the sweltering heat outside, she wore a deep blue colored jumper and a pair of tight fitting blue jeans. Her classmates at Hogwarts used to joke saying she was cold blooded and that was just one of the many reasons why she was put in Slytherin; because no matter the temperature outside, she was always cold. Hence, the coffee. She placed both hands around the mug, letting the heat seep into her frozen fingers.

She'd been there long enough that she needed to put a stasis charm on her coffee to keep it from getting cold. She spent the time seething at her mother: Denise Parkinson. The woman is seriously losing her damn marbles! Pansy thought bitterly. Not that she didn't have a good reason to lose said marbles, but in more ways than one, it was taking its toll not only on Denise, but on her daughter as well.

Eight years ago, The Dark Lord murdered Bernard Parkinson, a Death Eater yes, but her father regardless, in front of Pansy and Denise. That was after torturing Denise in order to get Bernard to comply. Raging, the Dark Lord destroyed Parkinson Manor, killed her father, and left Pansy and her mother in ruin.

These days, thought Pansy, Mother is content acting like a damn crazy lady and setting me up on blind dates that don't even show up!

Lord Voldemort was, you could say, in remission and missing. He was weakened too badly to be wrecking havoc like he did years ago, when Pansy was in her 7th year at Hogwarts. Right now, he was quietly hiding and as far as Pansy was concerned, he could very well stay that way.

After the Battle at Hogwarts, Pansy didn't understand what happened, only knew that after she tried to sell out Harry Potter, she was rushed away from the castle. She only had a vague idea of what happened after she left: Harry Potter almost killed him. But the Dark Lord was again, only barely alive, hanging on by a thread. He had no choice but to go into hiding and the few loyal followers that remained were only too happy to help him.

Pansy's father was one of those followers, too old to be at the Battle, not old enough to be excused for the loss. Voldemort showed up at the Manor days after the Battle, Pansy and her mother tucked away in Denise's art studio with the Malfoy's. Lucius been hauled away for questioning at the Ministry, which had a new Minister: Kingsley Shacklebolt. Narcissa and Draco were just happy to be alive and together especially when Lucius showed up seemingly free of Azkaban, spending those few days hugging and talking together. Pansy remembered how her father, Bernard rushed into the room and behind him...

No, don't remember.

She fidgeted nervously, breaking pieces apart from the pastry and sipping quietly at her coffee. Just a dash of sugar and as much cream as she could get away with, the beverage was heaven on her tongue and spread warmth through her constantly freezing bones.

Who agrees to a blind date set up by their mother? Crazy must run in this damned family.

It was only a few days ago when, after taking her tea with Denise, her mother admitted to setting her up with 'the most handsome bloke I've ever laid eyes on' on a coffee date for the coming Saturday and 'wouldn't you just be a dear and indulge your old mother, Pansy?'

She then went on for close to thirty minutes, blatantly ignoring Pansy's groans of protest, about the most charming young man she met shopping in Diagon Alley, and how handsome he truly was, and wasn't he just so very tall and sweet? And he owned his own business and worked with the Ministry and just happened to be single AND he was a Pureblood! Pansy had muttered about how that really didn't matter to her anymore which, of course, went totally ignored by Denise. That wasn't even the worst of the conversation.

The worse part about the whole situation was Denise wouldn't tell Pansy the name if this so called perfect man and, continuing on with the insanity, she didn't tell the poor bloke her name either and all the while her mother was claiming, 'He'll find you, my beautiful darling flower, it's meant to be!'

What an utter load of dragon dung. She should've just Avada'd herself immediately and put herself ,and whoever the poor guy was her mother probably harassed, out of misery. She could just imagine Denise strolling along down Diagon Alley, with more money than she can spend in a year and her complete lack of sanity, running into a perfectly fine wizard and bam! Denise pounces on the man and demands he take out her daughter lest she unleash all her craziness on him until the end of time.

She was truly feeling bad for the man, until it seemed he stood her up. Glancing at her watch she noted it was a quarter pass one in the afternoon and Denise had informed her, all too happily, that this mystery man would meet her at one on the dot.

It was in an effort to please her mother that Pansy even agreed to go. And that was when the nerves began to roll in. Pansy didn't date - by choice. She hadn't had a proper date since 6th year when Theodore Nott had taken her to Hogsmead. And well, she knew how Theo turned out. The last time Pansy had been intimate was in 7th year, eight long years ago. Easy, they called her during school. Very easy. But since then she hadn't been with anyone. When you were the girl who wanted to sell out Harry Potter, things didn't work for you like you wanted. Pansy just ran into bad luck.

In fact, Pansy ran into bad luck all the time, dating or not. Why would she purposely throw in a man to cause her even more problems?

She sipped the rest of her coffee and kept an eye on her watch as it ticked over to twenty after one. I'll give him ten more minutes, then I'm out of here.I'll tell Mother it went alright, but he wasn't the one for me and then hopefully never have to - What are the chances that he came in, saw that you were Pansy Parkinson, and just left?

Sighing, the insidious thought took over, adding to her nerves and she stood. Why wait?

The door to the shop opened a chattering group of witches walked in, carrying shopping bags and laughing merrily together. They grabbed the table across from Pansy and began settling in. One of the witches Pansy recognized as Susan Bones, took notice of Pansy and nudged the witch next to her. This went on until all the witches were silent and staring at Pansy, who stood motionless and suddenly terrified.

Pansy recalled that Susan was pretty brave for a Hufflepuff and was proved right when she said, "I haven't seen you out and about much since school, Parkinson. How are you doing?" The other witches, most of which Pansy didn't recognize, looked surprised that the red head said anything but the blonde witch next to he spoke up before Pansy could reply.

"Why are you being nice to her, Susan? She's a traitor and a Death Eater's daughter." It was Hannah Abbott, also from her year at Hogwarts.

With a well practiced sneer Pansy always gave as good as she got. "The Bones come from a well respected wizarding family and were probably taught basic human manners. I'm doing fine, by the way, Susan. Thanks for asking." She noted her wand was tucked safely away in her jumper so she grabbed her small clutch purse from the table and she threw several pieces of gold on the table so she could make her escape before the situation escalated to anything more.

From the corner of her eye she noticed the door to the shop opening and a tall somebody walking in, but as she turned away from the table of witches, she heard Hannah use a tripping jinx on her, Susan calling out, "Hannah what are you doing!?" and her feet immediately stopped working as the ground rushed at her. Pansy's head bounced off the floor and a small ache erupted in her wrist from where she tried to brace her fall; she shut her eyes against the pain. A couple of the witches she didn't recognize were laughing. At me, they are laughing at me.

In the distance she heard the door shut hard and then the entire shop got quiet as a male voice called out, "Put your damn wand away, Hannah. What are you thinking using your wand on her in front of me? She's wandless, too."

"Don't you dare boss me around, Ne-" The sound drowned out.

A second later, two rough, and how rough would they have to be to feel it through the sleeves of her sweater, large hands were placed on her shoulders and she was lifted up easily to her feet. Pushing back the fall of her hair, she found her footing and lifted her face to thank the man who helped her up. Bright violet met dark, bottomless pools of blue and she took a step back away from the man with a gasp. It was quite possibly, excluding Voldemort himself, the last man she ever wanted to see again.

"Longbottom..." She sneered, pushing his hands away.

"Ahh, Parkinson." Neville Longbottom sneered right back at her.

A/N: I see most people write Pansy as a loud mouthed, obnoxious, opinionated aristocrat. Not me, in this story I envisioned her as quiet and determined to stay that way. Enter Neville! Hopefully he can shake her up a bit. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. Most likely I will post daily updates. As of today, 5/6, I have 29 chapters written and I see an end in sight so possibly around 35-40 total chapters.