AN: This is my first fanfiction, sorry for any errors and updates will be kind of random, hope you guys enjoy. Thank you to my beta reader and editor FandomGuy90. I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters.
Neville Longbottom was your average wizard. Born to purebloods Alice and Frank Longbottom on July 30, 1980. Raised by his Gran, Augusta Longbottom, after his parents were tortured to insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange; he grew up learning the ins and outs of pureblood society. Now the Longbottoms were not by any means into pureblood supremacy, and never treated those of different blood status beneath them, but they were into the pureblood traditions. They celebrated all the old holidays, practiced in all the old customs, and learned all that was expected to be known by any pureblood family. They lived in a large manor, own multiple estates of land, owned quite a few house elves, and had a fair amount of money.
Like most pureblood heirs, Neville was expected to act with grace and dignity. For Neville this was pretty hard. Even as a child he was very clumsy, fidgety, and stuttered. He tried, he really did, but he always seemed to make some kind of mistake. Even when he tried his very best he somehow did something wrong in his Gran's eyes. This caused him to develop a low self-esteem and lowered his confidence. The icing on the cake in his Gran's disappointment though, was how late he did his first bit of accidental magic. While most children started showing magic around the age of three or four, Neville did not show his first sign until he was eight years old, and that was only because his great uncle Algie scared the magic out of him.
To try and make up for his lack of decorum, Neville pushed to do well in his studies. By the age of six he had already memorized his family tree back twenty generations, and most of the pureblood traditions and customs. He also found that he had a natural talent in Herbology. This however did not impress his Gran, who was more focused on him reading anything that would be useful to becoming an Auror. Neville tried to do this for his Gran, but he just did not find any of it interesting. Actually that was a lie, he did find some of it interesting, just not the parts he was supposed to. You see as Neville read he found the bits on the Dark Arts fascinating, not the defense part, although he would never admit this to anyone.
Okay so maybe he was not that average of a wizard.
