A/N: I thought I would make this a really simple fic at first but I don't
write simple fics. It's impossible for me to do! Everything has to be so
complicated with me. Man. Anyway please review!!! This is dedicated to all
Luna/Neville shippers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything about it; only the plot
and the words.
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Neville Longbottom sighed loudly from his place at the Gryffindor table. He'd been having a very bad day so far. First Malfoy had tripped him coming out of the Great Hall for breakfast, then he had failed a Transfiguration test, and to top it all off, Snape gave him a detention for messing up a potion, and fined him 50 house points!
Neville sighed again.
Of course no one heard him. No way. They were all far too busy to care about him. Everyone else's comments and problems were much more important than Neville's were. After all, Neville was some nobody. Right?
Neville pretty much summed up that his life at Hogwarts would be hell when he was in his first year. He knew he wouldn't fit in when no one was interested in studying with him, talking to him, God - even looking at him!
He was worthless. That's what people said. They took one look at him and shook their heads in sadness. There goes the loser Neville again; there goes the chubby, forgetful freak Neville; there goes the idiot.
It wasn't fair.
What had he ever done in his life to turn out the way he did? Why did everyone hate him? Why, why, WHY?!
His father had been brilliant, talented, and handsome; his mother - beautiful, charming, and funny. How was it he wasn't any of these things?
Due to an accident of birth, he might have been the Boy-Who-Lived, but instead he was the Boy-Who-Was-Nothing.
Neville shot a half glare at his fellow Gryffindors. None of them took the time to get to know him. They didn't know about his parents; oh, they know about his family history, but they didn't know about him. They probably never would.
Good, Neville thought fiercely. Let them never know the pain I've gone through. They wouldn't understand anyway. How could they?
Neville slammed into the table while getting up. A few glasses of juice spilled and the owners of the glasses glared at him. He didn't care; why should he? They didn't. He was pretty sure no one realized he had left the table, or the room.
His footsteps echoed in the dark hallways. He just wanted to sleep. Usually sleep cured him of his miserable life. At night was the only time he was happy; that was, if he didn't have nightmares. Usually he did, which made his life an all round hell-hole.
He continued down the hallway in a slight temper. After a few moments of fuming he stopped dead and looked around. Where the hell was he? That was a good question - too bad he didn't know the answer. Just like he usually didn't know the answer.
Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn complicated? He'd been there for six years and still he didn't know the layout of the castle!
He walked farther down the corridor, hoping to find something that would trigger a memory of where he was. It was cold in the hallway for early January and he shivered slightly.
Neville stopped dead. Up ahead he could see someone lying in the middle of the corridor. Just lying there, like they were sleeping.like they were dead.
Neville rushed up to the figure. He tripped over something in his haste and fell roughly on his knees. Pain seered through him but he ignored it. He staggered over to the person as fast as he could.
A noise behind him startled Neville. He looked behind him but nothing was there. He turned his attention back to the person. He turned over the lying figure and was startled to see someone he knew: Luna Lovegood.
She was pale and when he touched her face he was startled to find it to be ice cold. He looked around. No one was in sight, he wondered if he should go for help. He didn't want to leave her here, and he was sure no one would hear him if he screamed.
What was there to do?
He shook her shoulders but she didn't open her eyes. Panic began to flood Neville. He leaned down and rested his head on her chest and was relieved to find her breathing. Rubbing his knees slightly, Neville did the only thing he thought he could: he leaned over and picked her up.
Luna was surprisingly light. Cradling her like a baby against his chest, he started walking down the corridor. It seemed to be darker than he thought it ought to be. He ignored the darkness of it and continued on.
He saw a door up ahead and sighed slightly. He thought it was coming back to him - didn't he have Charms in there once?
He entered the classroom still holding Luna tightly against him. He wondered what had happened to her. Why was she in the hall? Was she hurt?
He gulped nervously.
He walked silently into the middle of the classroom and set her down on top of a long table. Still she didn't wake. The only thing on the table was what looked to be a smallish cauldron that lay at the end of the long desk.
He shed his robes and was thankful he had worn a heavy sweater underneath. He slipped his robes over Luna's stiff frame. Searching in his pockets, he finally gave a sigh of triumph when his hand clasped his wand.
"Lumos," He whispered. The classroom lit up with the small light of his wand. Dread filled his stomach as he realized, no, he never had Charms in this classroom. This room was foreign to him, just as this part of the castle was.
He thought he heard another movement outside the door. Was someone coming? He had the urge to cry out for whoever was there to help him. Something inside of him made him stop. It didn't seem right. It wasn't right. Something wasn't right.
A low hissing noise frightened Neville. He didn't stop to think before clutching Luna up against him. He set his hand on the cauldron.
An odd sickening feeling flew through Neville's body as he realized he was, along with Luna, being teleported out of the classroom and off of the Hogwart's school grounds.
They were gone.
TBC ~~~
A/N: Please review and tell me how you liked chapter one.
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Neville Longbottom sighed loudly from his place at the Gryffindor table. He'd been having a very bad day so far. First Malfoy had tripped him coming out of the Great Hall for breakfast, then he had failed a Transfiguration test, and to top it all off, Snape gave him a detention for messing up a potion, and fined him 50 house points!
Neville sighed again.
Of course no one heard him. No way. They were all far too busy to care about him. Everyone else's comments and problems were much more important than Neville's were. After all, Neville was some nobody. Right?
Neville pretty much summed up that his life at Hogwarts would be hell when he was in his first year. He knew he wouldn't fit in when no one was interested in studying with him, talking to him, God - even looking at him!
He was worthless. That's what people said. They took one look at him and shook their heads in sadness. There goes the loser Neville again; there goes the chubby, forgetful freak Neville; there goes the idiot.
It wasn't fair.
What had he ever done in his life to turn out the way he did? Why did everyone hate him? Why, why, WHY?!
His father had been brilliant, talented, and handsome; his mother - beautiful, charming, and funny. How was it he wasn't any of these things?
Due to an accident of birth, he might have been the Boy-Who-Lived, but instead he was the Boy-Who-Was-Nothing.
Neville shot a half glare at his fellow Gryffindors. None of them took the time to get to know him. They didn't know about his parents; oh, they know about his family history, but they didn't know about him. They probably never would.
Good, Neville thought fiercely. Let them never know the pain I've gone through. They wouldn't understand anyway. How could they?
Neville slammed into the table while getting up. A few glasses of juice spilled and the owners of the glasses glared at him. He didn't care; why should he? They didn't. He was pretty sure no one realized he had left the table, or the room.
His footsteps echoed in the dark hallways. He just wanted to sleep. Usually sleep cured him of his miserable life. At night was the only time he was happy; that was, if he didn't have nightmares. Usually he did, which made his life an all round hell-hole.
He continued down the hallway in a slight temper. After a few moments of fuming he stopped dead and looked around. Where the hell was he? That was a good question - too bad he didn't know the answer. Just like he usually didn't know the answer.
Why did Hogwarts have to be so damn complicated? He'd been there for six years and still he didn't know the layout of the castle!
He walked farther down the corridor, hoping to find something that would trigger a memory of where he was. It was cold in the hallway for early January and he shivered slightly.
Neville stopped dead. Up ahead he could see someone lying in the middle of the corridor. Just lying there, like they were sleeping.like they were dead.
Neville rushed up to the figure. He tripped over something in his haste and fell roughly on his knees. Pain seered through him but he ignored it. He staggered over to the person as fast as he could.
A noise behind him startled Neville. He looked behind him but nothing was there. He turned his attention back to the person. He turned over the lying figure and was startled to see someone he knew: Luna Lovegood.
She was pale and when he touched her face he was startled to find it to be ice cold. He looked around. No one was in sight, he wondered if he should go for help. He didn't want to leave her here, and he was sure no one would hear him if he screamed.
What was there to do?
He shook her shoulders but she didn't open her eyes. Panic began to flood Neville. He leaned down and rested his head on her chest and was relieved to find her breathing. Rubbing his knees slightly, Neville did the only thing he thought he could: he leaned over and picked her up.
Luna was surprisingly light. Cradling her like a baby against his chest, he started walking down the corridor. It seemed to be darker than he thought it ought to be. He ignored the darkness of it and continued on.
He saw a door up ahead and sighed slightly. He thought it was coming back to him - didn't he have Charms in there once?
He entered the classroom still holding Luna tightly against him. He wondered what had happened to her. Why was she in the hall? Was she hurt?
He gulped nervously.
He walked silently into the middle of the classroom and set her down on top of a long table. Still she didn't wake. The only thing on the table was what looked to be a smallish cauldron that lay at the end of the long desk.
He shed his robes and was thankful he had worn a heavy sweater underneath. He slipped his robes over Luna's stiff frame. Searching in his pockets, he finally gave a sigh of triumph when his hand clasped his wand.
"Lumos," He whispered. The classroom lit up with the small light of his wand. Dread filled his stomach as he realized, no, he never had Charms in this classroom. This room was foreign to him, just as this part of the castle was.
He thought he heard another movement outside the door. Was someone coming? He had the urge to cry out for whoever was there to help him. Something inside of him made him stop. It didn't seem right. It wasn't right. Something wasn't right.
A low hissing noise frightened Neville. He didn't stop to think before clutching Luna up against him. He set his hand on the cauldron.
An odd sickening feeling flew through Neville's body as he realized he was, along with Luna, being teleported out of the classroom and off of the Hogwart's school grounds.
They were gone.
TBC ~~~
A/N: Please review and tell me how you liked chapter one.