This is a Neville story. It takes place about a month after Battle of Hogwarts
Please read and criticize ( I am new at this, forgive me.)
Disclaimer: Many of the characters in this story belong to the writer of the Harry Potter books, J.K. Rowling. Some of them, however, were invented by this author.
I plan to update this story as inspiration hits me. If you have any suggestions, please share them with me in a review of this chapter.
Chapter 1:Thoughts of the Past
Ding….Ding…..Ding……Ding……. Somewhere in the distance, a clock struck four. The room was dark; the sun wasn't up yet. But Neville was.
He lay on his bed, thinking. There was a lot to think about. The past few weeks had been exciting, terrifying, and full of death; lots of death. The battle had had a strange effect on him. Thinking of Hogwarts made his thoughts wander in different directions.
It was his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was on his way to Charms class. Neville wasn't fond of Charms. In fact, he wasn't reallyfond of any of his classes, except Herbology. But he had a long time to wait; that class wasn't until after lunch.
As he passed by a few empty classrooms, he wished he had a Time-Turner. Then, he could skip these classes, go straight to Herbology, then come back to boring subjects. "Of, course," Neville scoffed, "I'd have to actually remember to come back to those," He let out a long sigh as he realized he would most definitely forget, and then show up the next day without his homework.
Neville was nearing Professor Flitwick's door and was about to walk in, when a sudden flash from behind made him stop. He turned to see what had happened, and was swiftly knocked to the ground. There was laughter from above, and Neville realized that someone was on top of him; a girl.
"Walk much, Loony?" teased Mandy Brocklehurst, placing her wand back in her pocket. As Mandy and the others walked into the classroom, the girl on top of him, a girl with long, blond hair, got up and dusted herself off. She appeared to be looking for her books when she noticed Neville, lying stunned on the floor. She stuck out a hand, and he took it.
When Neville was back on his feet, the girl stuck her hand out again, this time to shake. "Hello, I'm Luna Lovegood. Sorry I knocked you over, there. I was thinking about the Blibbering Humdinger sighting yesterday…" Her silver-grey eyes seemed far away for a moment, but she quickly shook it off. "You look you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"
Neville had been staring at her ever so slightly. "Why have I never seen her before?" he wondered. He noticed Luna had stopped talking, and was looking at him quizzically. He snapped back to reality and replied quickly, "Sorry, what did you say?" "I said 'What's your name?'" she repeated.
The boy stared at his feet and quietly mumbled, "I'm, uh, Neville Longbottom, we met on the train." Luna crinkled her nose in a confused expression and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that…" Neville then said, perhaps a little too loudly, " We met on the train! I'm Neville Longbottom!" It was at this moment Professor Flitwick decided to come close his door.
"Longbottom!" he said, "There you are! We were about to start without you!" The professor was in the process of shooing Neville into his class when he noticed Luna, standing there, watching absentmindedly. "Ms. Lovegood, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Professor McGonagall?" Luna nodded quickly and gathered up her things. When she had recovered all her papers and books, Luna waved goodbye to Neville. Then, she turned, and happily skipped down the hall towards Transfiguration.
"She's beautiful," Neville thought aloud. "What was that, Longbottom?" Flitwick inquired. "Oh, nothing, Professor, never mind." the boy replied. The short man shook his head, and Neville followed the hairy Charms teacher into class.