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Summoned Across Worlds

Prologue

Midmorning found Neville Longbottom making his way across his family's land towards an ancient cavern that he had first found when he was much younger. He was going to it because he thought there might be something of use deep within the earthly rooms, something that he could get a hold of to help Harry in the future. He, Neville, had overheard a conversation his friend, Harry Potter had been having with two of their other friends—Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. They had been discussing something important, that much Neville knew, and though he hadn't heard the entire conversation, but he had heard that Harry was not going back to school at the start of the term; that the other two weren't either.

So he was looking for something of great use to his friends and he wanted to do it without anyone knowing what he intended; his family would want to know why and the answer would have to be a full explanation, something the seventeen year old was loathe to do. He may be a very submissive person, but he was a member of the DA from the previous two years, and even if he couldn't do much, he would at least try to help his friends. And there was only three more weeks he would be able to; in three weeks was the start of the new term.

He was nearly to the entrance to the cavern when he stopped in his steps to cautiously look around, making sure that no one would see him when he finally entered the underground rooms. The coast was clear so he was able to disappear through a half-hidden entrance that led deep under ground, where daylight rarely reached.

"Lumos," Neville said, raising his wand towards the "ceiling" of the cavern. Light immediately illuminated the place, revealing a spacious room littered with fallen rocks, dirt, dust and various other things that could have fallen through at random times. His hazel eyes gazed around, taking in everything before his eyes lingered on a certain wall of the room, sensing something faint within the area, though they passed over it after a few moments to look about the rest of the room. But much to his chagrin his gaze kept being drawn to that one specific wall.

Finally shaking his head he moved onward, deeper into the cavern towards one of the back rooms that he remembered from his childhood. As he entered a familiar grotto his gaze swept the area, finding more loose rocks and fallen ceilings than last he saw. Frowning he decided to avoid this hazardous area, making his way towards one of the other grottos, similar to this one, hoping that it wasn't as dangerous.

He was on his way back, feeling hopeless, when he slipped on some loose rocks and fell in the usual clumsy Neville fashion. But as he went down he tried to catch himself on some of the jutting rocks, pulling one loose from the wall as he fell to the ground in a disgruntled heap. He lay still for a few seconds, taking in where he hurt, which was mainly his knees and arms from the cuts and abrasions he received from his fall.

But his body stilled at the sudden sound of falling rocks close to where he lay. It only took a few scant seconds to scramble back to his feet, despite the aches and pains, but he had a very bad feeling that something bad was about to happen. Jerking his gaze wildly around the room he had only seconds before the ceiling began to cave in nearly right on his head!

Lucky for him, he was already moving through the passageways as the rest of the entire cavern began to collapse in on itself. Entering the main room he tripped again on unseen rocks, this time falling flat on his face. Groaning loudly from pain as he managed to heave himself off the ground, he reached out to use the wall that he had fallen down in front of to steady himself as he wobbily rose to his feet once again. Hissing in pain, he realized that the hand he had used to brace himself against the wall was bleeding and when he touched the rocky earth, dirt got into the wounds making them sting. He snatched his hand away from the wall, though his gaze lingered on it. He felt something different about it; it didn't feel like an ordinary wall, it felt like it was something more.

But before his thoughts could dwell any further on the matter, the entire cavern began to rumble, dislodging more stones from the walls and ceiling. Scrambling the rest of the way upright, he clambered out of the underground cavern. The minute he hurried from the entrance and collapsed onto the ground, the sounds from behind him made him turn his head back from where he had just escaped.

With a very loud crash and rumble, the entire entrance caved in, completely blocking off any chance of ever entering it again. It was now just a large pile of rocks, but the cave-in caused dirt and dust to unsettle and it looked as if smoke was billowing from the ground. Neville gave one look at it and said, "Oh, bloody hell." Then shaking his head he added, "I've spent way too much time around Ron. I'm now picking up his bad habits in cursing." Though it was entirely amusing that he had cursed to begin with.

Minutes later as he tried to slowly rise to his feet with pain accompanying him the entire way, he was vaguely aware of people shouting and running in his direction. It wasn't until his uncle had him by the shoulders when he realized that the cave-in had alerted his family that something had happened.

"Neville! Are you alright!" his uncle exclaimed, as he tried his best to look over his nephew, while trying to not shake him by the shoulders.

Before an answer could be supplied, the seventeen-year-old cringed, his gaze elsewhere. That was when Neville's uncle followed his gaze and found that his mother (Neville's grandmother) was walking their way, a very firm look on her face. Neville cringed at the lecture he knew was coming his way, already mentally preparing for it; he had just nearly escaped his own death, and causing an unstable cave on his family's property to cave in.

"Neville," his grandmother started, her voice telling him that she was in a no-nonsense mood, "Come with me. You have a lot of explaining to do." She said, stopping in front of him just long enough to tell him those words before sweeping back towards the house.

With a heavy sigh Neville nodded, and with his head lowered began to follow his formidable relative.

But little did the Longbottoms know, was that the wall that Neville had touched with his bloody hand began to glow and reveal what lay hidden. Ancient runes and writings, and many designs began to glow a very bright bluish-tinted light. With increasing intensity, it illuminated the cavern, showing that only a few new pieces of the ceiling and remaining walls had fallen along with the blocked entrance. A mist came into being, filling the cavern completely, glowing just as brightly as the light from the spell that had been activated on the wall. But the most astonishing thing that took place in that cavern was the ten people that materialized within the mist.