Disclaimer- The entire Longbottom clan that is mentioned here is the property of the WB and J.K. Rowling. I do not own them in any way.
Staring out a window of the third floor of the Longbottom house, Neville was trying to remain hidden from his Great Uncle Algie. He did not strongly dislike his great uncle but was rather wary of his attempts at trying to force magic out of him. Instances like pushing Neville down flights of stairs, shoving him into lightweight Muggle traffic, and pushing him off of a pier, had caused amounts of trauma. Neville could not help but visibly flinch when he saw his Great Uncle Algie.
Neville knew why his great uncle kept trying to provoke his magical side. It was to prove that Frank and Alice Longbottom had produced a wonderful addition for wizard kind. But Neville had long ago accepted the fact that he was a squib, and if being a wizard meant dying in the process, then he would rather remain a squib.
The Longbottom boy saw a sudden movement from the corner of his eye. Before he could react, Neville was hanging out of the window by his ankles. The one holding him was none other then his Great Uncle Algie.
"Let me back in" yelled Neville frantically, while clawing at the air.
His great uncle just shook him instead. "It's all in good fun, my boy! And if something magical should happen then all the better." He then shook Neville again.
"Just please pull me back in before you drop me," pleaded Neville. He was starting to feel dizzy as a result of all the blood that was rushing to his head.
"I would never drop you, "said Great Uncle Algie in a defensive tone. "But you have gotten a bit heavier since the last time I saw you."
A voice from the floor below caught Algie's attention. "Algie, would you like some meringue?"
"Is it lemon?" was all Neville heard before he felt his ankles being released. He then heard his great uncle utter a curse word that would have prompted a smack from Neville's gran if she had heard him.
Neville was muted with horror as he felt himself falling. He knew he was going to die. There was no way he could survive. He only wished that he could miraculously bounce to safety.
The horrible impact that Neville had been expecting never ca. Instead he felt several soft impacts before he ultimately stopped .He cracked his eyes open and noted that several leaves were obscuring his vision. He sat up suddenly and found that he had landed in some bushes. Neville felt himself to make sure that he was actually alive.
A frantic voice yelling his name made him look around. He was surprised to find that he had landed far away from his house. A wondrous grin crossed his face as he realized what had happened.
"Neville!" His grandmother was crying his name several times. Neville saw that his grandmother was frantically searching the ground that was immediately below the window he had fallen from.
"Gran! I'm over here," called Neville. He waved his arms around to attract her attention.
His grandmother whipped around at the sound of his voice. She briskly walked over to him and began to inspect him as he arose from the bushes. She then grabbed him into a hug and began to examine him.
She held him at a shoulder's length."How did you end up here?"
Neville just shrugged. "It was magic."
His gran mouthed the last word before her eyes widened in realization. She then hugged him again , and he felt her joyful tears fall on to his face.
Great Uncle Algie, who had also come outside and had been rather grim, was now beaming with pride as he heard these words. "See my boy! It was worth it."