It was a dark and stormy night... three men sat on a bridge, one man said to the other, 'tell us a story Jim!'...
Ok, no, scratch that, that is not how I'm starting this story. Although I definitely had to type it anyway. Was he called Jim? I don't know. Damn, I'm getting side tracked again.
It was a dark and stormy night, of Halloween, when Lord Voldemort chose to break into the Longbottom's family home. After chatting with Severus, he decided it would be Neville's family he would attack and not the Potter's. Besides, Lord Voldemort thought as he opened the door, Wormtail was dead, Sirius Black was in hiding along with the rest of the family, it would be impossible to find them. Turns out, the Potter's aren't as light as some people first thought.
"Alice... Did you hear that?" Frank asked, waking up from his sleep. They always went to bed around nine thirty, it made it easier to get back into the routine for Nev. His wife sighed,
"No, I didn't hear anything," She said, confused as Frank climbed out of bed, putting on his slippers. There was a creak from one of the floorboards downstairs, which sent Alice panicking. Dumbledore had told them about the prophecy, but they thought You-Know-Who whould go after the Potter's.
"Maybe it's just Gran? You know she sleep walks?" Alice says, in hope. Her husband wasn't having any false hope as he told his wife,
"Stay here, I just need to check," He said sternly, she nodded in anticipation, when she remembered Neville was in the room next door. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked across to the other room, she sighed happily when she saw her son fast asleep.
"Ah, Alice Longbottom, we meet at last,"
The cold voice of You-Know-Who startled her, as she froze on the spot.
"Step aside, let me kill Neville and you won't be harmed," Voldemort stated to her, he really didn't want to have to kill anyone. But, the prophecy spoke and he just has to get it out of the way. He watched as Alice ran to Neville and she picked the child up,
"Please, don't kill him! You don't even know if the prophecy was about him!" She whisper shouted, not wanting to wake her child up. Voldemort rolled his eyes at the auror.
"Look, your husband is unconscious, you might want to see about that before it's too late, let me kill your child and you won't be harmed," Alice's face paled, but she stayed where she was,
"No!" She shouted. Voldemort sighed. He had given them enough chances.
"In that case-" he took a breather, Alice's eyes widened as she realised what was going to happen. She turned her back from You-Know-Who and put her son down, she whispered,
"I love you Neville, remember that," she kissed his forehead and stood up straight, blinking away the tears. She braised herself as she felt You-Know-Who was standing a lot closer behind her.
"Avada Kedavra!"
badamtah
"Albus, Albus have you seen the newspaper? It can't be true?! You-Know-Who chose Neville?" Professor McGonagall asked a series of questions, standing inside of the Headmaster's office, with the Daily Prophet in her hand.
"Yes, I'm afraid so,"
"And Frank is still alive? How can that be?"
"I do not know, Minerva," Dumbledore sighed. He had made plans for Hadrian to be the 'Boy Who Lived'. But no matter, it can still work with Neville. He thought as he tried to act concerned.
"And You-Know-Who really is dead?" She asked yet another question.
"I think so," Dumbledore lied. For now, at least. I will make Neville be the BWL. The whole world will know his name and will see him as 'the savior'. He'll force one of the Wealsey clan to be his friend. He'll get chosen to be a Gryffindor. 'Yes,' he mumbled to himself once Professor McGonagall had gone, 'It will still be a perfect, foolproof plan,'
