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A/N: First ficcy alert. Please rate and review. Any suggestions and constructive criticisms are appreciated. However, I do not want to be criticized without reason. This was re-posted after a VERY helpful review from Random Minion. I also have realized I made Neville a Mary Sue. ARGH! So I hope this version is better, a LOT better. If you read it the first time, and came back I love you. LoL You'll find it to almost be the opposite. I only kept up until they got home from visiting Alice & Frank. The rest was deleted.
*The young man was staring up at the ceiling. His radio was softly playing the Weird Sisters' latest hit, "If Only." However, he wasn't listening to it. He was remembering all that had happened this last year.
He had joined an unauthorized Defense Against the Dark Arts group. He had learned to cast jinxes, and the spells that were most useful against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. The teen gulped, even at the mere thought of him. He knew he could have died when he went along with Harry, but he also knew that he would never be able to live with himself if had not gone.
His grandmother called up, interrupting his reverie. "Neville, it's time to go."
He groaned. He didn't understand why he went. His parents didn't remember him at all. He headed downstairs, stuffing his toad into his aquarium on the way.
Throwing some Floo powder into the fire he said clearly, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries Fourth Floor."
His grandmother, in her vulture hat came right behind him. They entered the long-term residents' ward and he lagged behind. He also felt bad visiting his parents. They had been great wizards, and he was only mediocre. Neville felt that he should have tried harder at school. Last year he had promised himself to be better. He felt he had fulfilled it.
He walked up and greeted his parents. "Hello Mum and Dad."
The once happy and plump woman just stared at him blankly. His father just played with the buttons on his shirt. The nurses still insisted on dressing the insane couple in normal clothes. The woman started chewing her piece of Droobles Blowing Gum vigorously. Alice, his mother, blew a large bubble. POP! The sticky pink gum was stuck to her face and parts of her white hair. Alice started clawing at her face and shrieking. Neville heaved a big sigh. 'Not again,' he internally groaned. His grandmother gave him a sharp look.
The old woman was proud of her son and his wife. They had been very powerful Aurors, until Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured the pair for information. A mediwitch came in, and performing a quick charm she removed the gum. She came over to Alice making shushing noises.
"I think it'd be best if you left", the mediwitch told them.
His grandmother nodded, "Good-bye Alice and Frank. We'll visit again soon."
Neville mumbled, "Bye Mum and Dad."
His mum shoved the gum wrapper into his hand. He stuffed it into his pocket. They flooed back and Neville headed upstairs.
Neville went into his bedroom. He checked on his toad, then pulled out a book to read, "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6" by Miranda Goshawk. He started in on the book he needed for Hogwarts. After staring at the page for almost a minute he gave up. He could not concentrate. He walked downstairs, heading outside. After a long walk he returned. He entered the kitchen, then stopped walking.
"Hey Gran, who is your friend?" Neville asked. He had never seen the woman before in his life.
"This is Arabella Figg," replied his Gran.
Arabella told Neville, "Pleasure to meet you, Neville. Your grandmother was telling me all about you."
Neville blushed. He didn't like it when his Gran told stories about him. Mostly because they were all anecdotes of the silly things he'd done.
~****Flashback****~
He was just seven years old. He was playing with his friend, Billy. Then they found a caterpillar. Neville stuck it up his nose. When he tried getting it out, it just wouldn't come. He started crying. Neville then ran home to his Gran, Billy followed him. His Gran laughed at the sight of him.
"Neville! Oh my! Well, I guess we'll be going to St. Mungo's then." She could hardly contain her laughter.
~****End Flashback****~
Neville still turned a bright red when he thought of that. He could still hear the laughter of the mediwizards. Neville shuddered, Gran and Billy would never let him live that one down.
Neville said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. Would you please excuse me, I have to pack?"
He headed upstairs to his bedroom, relieved he hadn't stuttered. He hated meeting new people. He'd much rather hang out with his friends. He was very excited about going back to Hogwarts the next day. He started packing all his things into his trunk. Around midnight he went to sleep, to prepare for the long ride to Hogwarts. Neville had a very weird dream that night.
***Dream***
He was in a large chamber. It was black.
BAM! A disco ball came down. Neville looked down at himself.
He was dressed in bell-bottoms and a vest with peace beads.
BAM! Music blasted, "Love Shack" by the B52s.
Neville looked around. There was a rainbow painted on the wall.
He stepped up to it. He was looking at it when... POOF!
Everything changed. Now he was at Hogwarts.
Neville gulped. He was in the Potions classroom.
A cauldron was in front of him, bubbly and almost overflowing.
Neville looked up from the purple mess, into
POOF!
A mirror. A large mirror stood in front of him.
Neville looked at his reflection seeing a chubby, brown haired boy.
Then that image changed into
POOF!
It was Snape.
***End Dream***
Neville woke up sweating. He loathed Snape. He was absolutely horrible at Potions, only passing because Hermione helped him. The only subject he was really good at was Herbology. He sighed, knowing he'd be up the rest of the night. He got out of bed, turned on the light and took out his plant book. He never got bored reading it.
He spent the rest of the night reading, the hours quickly slipped by. In the morning he was exhausted. He figured he'd be able to sleep on the train. However, he didn't plan to miss the train....
A/N: First ficcy alert. Please rate and review. Any suggestions and constructive criticisms are appreciated. However, I do not want to be criticized without reason. This was re-posted after a VERY helpful review from Random Minion. I also have realized I made Neville a Mary Sue. ARGH! So I hope this version is better, a LOT better. If you read it the first time, and came back I love you. LoL You'll find it to almost be the opposite. I only kept up until they got home from visiting Alice & Frank. The rest was deleted.
*The young man was staring up at the ceiling. His radio was softly playing the Weird Sisters' latest hit, "If Only." However, he wasn't listening to it. He was remembering all that had happened this last year.
He had joined an unauthorized Defense Against the Dark Arts group. He had learned to cast jinxes, and the spells that were most useful against the Death Eaters and Voldemort. The teen gulped, even at the mere thought of him. He knew he could have died when he went along with Harry, but he also knew that he would never be able to live with himself if had not gone.
His grandmother called up, interrupting his reverie. "Neville, it's time to go."
He groaned. He didn't understand why he went. His parents didn't remember him at all. He headed downstairs, stuffing his toad into his aquarium on the way.
Throwing some Floo powder into the fire he said clearly, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries Fourth Floor."
His grandmother, in her vulture hat came right behind him. They entered the long-term residents' ward and he lagged behind. He also felt bad visiting his parents. They had been great wizards, and he was only mediocre. Neville felt that he should have tried harder at school. Last year he had promised himself to be better. He felt he had fulfilled it.
He walked up and greeted his parents. "Hello Mum and Dad."
The once happy and plump woman just stared at him blankly. His father just played with the buttons on his shirt. The nurses still insisted on dressing the insane couple in normal clothes. The woman started chewing her piece of Droobles Blowing Gum vigorously. Alice, his mother, blew a large bubble. POP! The sticky pink gum was stuck to her face and parts of her white hair. Alice started clawing at her face and shrieking. Neville heaved a big sigh. 'Not again,' he internally groaned. His grandmother gave him a sharp look.
The old woman was proud of her son and his wife. They had been very powerful Aurors, until Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured the pair for information. A mediwitch came in, and performing a quick charm she removed the gum. She came over to Alice making shushing noises.
"I think it'd be best if you left", the mediwitch told them.
His grandmother nodded, "Good-bye Alice and Frank. We'll visit again soon."
Neville mumbled, "Bye Mum and Dad."
His mum shoved the gum wrapper into his hand. He stuffed it into his pocket. They flooed back and Neville headed upstairs.
Neville went into his bedroom. He checked on his toad, then pulled out a book to read, "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6" by Miranda Goshawk. He started in on the book he needed for Hogwarts. After staring at the page for almost a minute he gave up. He could not concentrate. He walked downstairs, heading outside. After a long walk he returned. He entered the kitchen, then stopped walking.
"Hey Gran, who is your friend?" Neville asked. He had never seen the woman before in his life.
"This is Arabella Figg," replied his Gran.
Arabella told Neville, "Pleasure to meet you, Neville. Your grandmother was telling me all about you."
Neville blushed. He didn't like it when his Gran told stories about him. Mostly because they were all anecdotes of the silly things he'd done.
~****Flashback****~
He was just seven years old. He was playing with his friend, Billy. Then they found a caterpillar. Neville stuck it up his nose. When he tried getting it out, it just wouldn't come. He started crying. Neville then ran home to his Gran, Billy followed him. His Gran laughed at the sight of him.
"Neville! Oh my! Well, I guess we'll be going to St. Mungo's then." She could hardly contain her laughter.
~****End Flashback****~
Neville still turned a bright red when he thought of that. He could still hear the laughter of the mediwizards. Neville shuddered, Gran and Billy would never let him live that one down.
Neville said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, too. Would you please excuse me, I have to pack?"
He headed upstairs to his bedroom, relieved he hadn't stuttered. He hated meeting new people. He'd much rather hang out with his friends. He was very excited about going back to Hogwarts the next day. He started packing all his things into his trunk. Around midnight he went to sleep, to prepare for the long ride to Hogwarts. Neville had a very weird dream that night.
***Dream***
He was in a large chamber. It was black.
BAM! A disco ball came down. Neville looked down at himself.
He was dressed in bell-bottoms and a vest with peace beads.
BAM! Music blasted, "Love Shack" by the B52s.
Neville looked around. There was a rainbow painted on the wall.
He stepped up to it. He was looking at it when... POOF!
Everything changed. Now he was at Hogwarts.
Neville gulped. He was in the Potions classroom.
A cauldron was in front of him, bubbly and almost overflowing.
Neville looked up from the purple mess, into
POOF!
A mirror. A large mirror stood in front of him.
Neville looked at his reflection seeing a chubby, brown haired boy.
Then that image changed into
POOF!
It was Snape.
***End Dream***
Neville woke up sweating. He loathed Snape. He was absolutely horrible at Potions, only passing because Hermione helped him. The only subject he was really good at was Herbology. He sighed, knowing he'd be up the rest of the night. He got out of bed, turned on the light and took out his plant book. He never got bored reading it.
He spent the rest of the night reading, the hours quickly slipped by. In the morning he was exhausted. He figured he'd be able to sleep on the train. However, he didn't plan to miss the train....