So this here is the start of a new fanfiction I'm working on. It's partially inspired by a roleplay I'm in, and a Trock song- Everything is Ending by Chameleon Circuit.
It's also an experiment for what is probably gonna be my Nanawrimo story this year. I need to see if it works properly.
Every other chapter is gonna be a flashback.
So tell me what you think! Feedback is important!
Oh, and I don't own HP. I ain't Queen Rowling. (:
Chapter One
Neville
It had been 6 years since the battle of Hogwarts, and Neville could still remember exactly how every moment felt. He hated to admit it, but that last year at Hogwarts had been the high of his life. Now he was just a Herbology teacher. He had been happily married Hannah, but recently he was getting the feeling that something was missing.
He needed the feeling he had every time he stood up to one of the Death Eaters so many years before. He needed the exhilarating rush from the suspense, never knowing what would happen next. Every morning, it was the same thing. Get up, have breakfast as Hannah opened the Leaky Cauldron. Then he would get ready for work and apparate to Hogsmeade. Teach whatever lesson he had planned for his classes, then go home. Find a way to burn some time while Hannah worked, sometimes helping her out if it was needed. Most of the time he spent his evenings alone, walking around London, planning lessons, or tending to his garden.
He loved his wife, but there came a point when he realized he needed more.
It was February, and the Leaky Cauldron was filled with witches and wizards wrapped in heavy coats, scarves, and hats.
Neville sat in the corner of the old tavern, watching as his wife serve all of the people. He was trying to work on a lesson about Gillyweed and Mandrakes, but couldn't quite get it right. His mind kept drifting off to daydreams of his days at Hogwarts, when he was just a student. When his biggest worries were potions exams and OWLS.
Before life got so complicated.
Then the door swung open once again, letting in the cold winter wind. Neville looked up out of habit.
And then in stepped a horribly familiar woman with long blonde hair and her wand behind her ear.
