This is my first story it's not very good compared to everyone else's stories. This story is about Neville Longbottom being the chosen one and fighting You Know Who.

In the fall of 1979 Sybill Trelawney makes a prophecy to Albus Dumbledore about a child to be born in July of that year. This prophecy is partially overheard by a Death Eater, Severus Snape, who reports what he heard to Lord Voldemort.

What is the prophecy spoke of Neville Longbottom and not of Harry potter. What if the dark lord marked Neville as his equal?

Frank Longbottom: "Alice, take Neville and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off -"
Alice hurries to Neville's room and places him in his cot.
Lord Voldemort shots Frank with a killing curse as he shields his family.

The sounds of someone stumbling from a room - a door bursting open - a cackle of high-pitched laughter -
Alice's voice: "Not Neville, not Neville, please not Neville!"
Voldemort: "Stand aside you silly girl … stand aside now."
Alice: "Not Neville, please no, take me, kill me instead - "
Alice: "Not Neville! Please … have mercy … have mercy… "

A flash of green light and Alice Longbottom falls dead, hitting the ground with a thud. Young Neville whimpers in his cot, his cries growing louder, another green flash and he stops distracted by the magic show laughing wanting some more, but the magician had already left.

Augusta Longbottom sits in an old rocking chair clutching her sleeping grandson, smiling fondly, a faint lighting shaped scar can be seen on his forehead "well Neville" she says quietly careful not to wake the child "you have a long road ahead of you."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter sorry it's a short one. The next one will be longer. Please tell me what you think (even if you hate it)