Another .. self-written.. I mean .. autobiography-like, fic.
Disclaimer : I don't own the character(s), everything's Jo's!
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It was an unpleasant day..too dull for my liking. No sun..all cloudy...as if nature was mirroring my mood.
I was just sitting there, in the living room, eating my breakfast quietly.
I keep waiting for some sign of magic in me..some sign to prove to Gran that I am a wizard; but its' like.. it has almost made me believe that after all, I must NOT have magic in me.
Why? Oh, why me?
This is the only thing I think about these days...I'm 10..and not ONE sign of magic...Oh, I can't go on about this anymore.
My Gran approached - she was a formidable-looking old witch, wearing a long, green dress; a moth-eaten fox fur and a pointed hat decorated with what was unmistakeably a stuffed vulture. It looked as if she was also mirroring my mood...I guess she was also pretty bothered by the fact that I hadn't shown any signs of magic yet.
She was carrying her bag with her...I guess she must be going out or something.
'Neville, dear, have you eaten your breakfast?', she said, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts.
'Where are you going, Gran?'
'Well, dear, actually we are both going .. to ..... St. Mungo's.'
That was the wizarding hospital.. why were we going there?
'Oh! is somebody ill?'
'Yes, now get ready, we are already late.'
We reached the hospital through that dummy shop, and I started going towards reception but gran motioned to the lift. -
When the lift opened ..there was a sign - it read : "Fourth floor : SPELL DAMAGE"
We entered a ward.. it was a permanent ward.
The room looked oddly familiar to me, and it reminded me of the room upstairs at my home which is always kept locked for some reason I don't know. I have seen it only once, I don't remember how.. or when.
There was a double bed at one end of the ward;
Gran moved towards it, on the bed there were two people - one man and one woman, both very thin, eyes bulging and dead white hair on their heads.. they looked oddly familiar to me.., I was oddly attracted to them.., yet I was afraid of them, afraid to approach them, but then gran motioned toward them.
I took a small step forward.
The woman seemed to have noticed us, she raised herself in odd manner and then looked at us.
'Who are they, Gran?' I asked in a timid voice.
She hesitated, took a deep breath as if preparing herself to face the worst, and said 'Neville, they are Frank and Alice Longbottom, your parents.'
'WHAT?' I wanted to shout, but as I opened my mouth, what came out was a kind of hoarse grunt.
I waited .. opened my mouth, closed it .. opened it again and finally managed to ask, 'But you told me they were dead!'
'No, they are worse then dead.'
I was still in shock, but curiosity - if you could call this urge to know all about it - that .. was overcoming the shock.
'How did this happen?', I asked in a shaky voice.
'They were tortured to insanity by one of the biggest followers of You-Know-Who.
Her name was Bellatrix Lestrange.'
I didn't have ANY idea about who she was, but rage, I didn't know from where, suddenly filled me, determination, rage, an urge to shout out loud, as if something was bursting to come out of me, was swallowing me, I was shaking, trembling with I-don't-know-what, and suddenly a light on the ceiling broke and shattered into pieces beside me.
There was grandma, shouting with joy and bursting into tears.. that I DID have magic in me.. but was it so obvious that it was ME who made that happen?
But, actually I didn't care, whether I was a wizard or not.. all I wanted.. all I needed .. was the unknown Bellatrix Lestrange to be dead.
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A/N : Well, I changed the facts a bit.. in the books, the first time Neville does magic is when he's EIGHT and something about Uncle Algie and all.. but here I changed it a bit.. Hope you all don't mind..
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