Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah
This is what Harry's life would be like if Lilly and James never died, and it was Neville's parents that got killed, and it's Neville, The boy who lived.
"It's ok, it's ok Lilly, it's ok." James said, pulling his wife into a tight hug, with her sobbing on his shoulder.
" Frank-Alice- dead- they're- son-alone!" she said between sobs.
"Neville? Oh sweetheart, he's not alone. I contacted Dumbledore and he said we were his godparents, so he will live with us, and he'll be fine. Now honey, i need you to calm down, you're scaring Harry and Dumbledore will be here any minute now." he said, as Lilly sat down on the couch, wiping her eyes. There was a loud pop, and there stood Albus Dumbledore himself, holding a small bundle of blankets, in which was Neville Longbottom, blond haired, round-faced, boy who lived.
A/N- Sorry if it was short, but i just needed to get the plot across. Please review, this is my first Harry Potter story, so please review!