I do not own any of the characters. All the persons used in this story are copied from the marvelous work of JK Rowling and Stan Lee.
This is the first time I write, hope you like it.I thought this would be a perfect , absurd match. Please leave a review, let me know what you think.

Chapter 1

Neville Longbottom wasn't a normal 11 year old boy.
His grandmother, a great witch, was waiting for him to get a letter from Hogwarts, the best school for young wizards to develop their powers.
She remembered the first wondrous event like it was just yesterday.
*flashback*
Her husband, Neville's grandfather, is holding Neville upside down on the balcony, shaking him to trigger the emotion magic in their grandson. (It's called emotion magic because young uneducated wizards only perform magic unknowingly when they are extremely scared or angry)
In an unattended moment, Neville slips through his grandfather's hands. Instead of getting smashed on the concrete terras, he bounces through the garden.
His grandmother was very relieved to see her grandson showing this abnormal behavior she gave him a toad.
*end of flashback*
The entire summer, they waited for the letter. When July 15 had passed, Neville started to worry. 'Why hasn't the letter arrived yet? Did they forget me?' and 'What if they think I'm not good enough?!' had become his favourite sentences.
Until half August, his grandmother had smiled had him every time he asks her why they still hadn't received a letter. 'They won't forget you, they are just really busy. Do you know how many children are turning eleven this year? No? Well, a lot!' and 'I'm sure it will arrive. You got pure wizard blood in your veins, and you proved your qualities when you bounced around, didn't you? ' were her standard comforting words.
When the second half of August began, the weather had changed from sunny and dry to cloudy and stormy. Owls are experiencing real difficulties trying to deliver all the letters. Nothing to worry about, it's just because of the horrible weather.
They even waited the first week of September. But the letter they were all hoping for never arrived.