Hello everybody :)
This is a Hermione/Neville story. Why have I done it? Well firstly it's not because I hate Ron/Hermione, I LOVE them with a capital "L", but I find changing the relationships allows for me to be a bit more creative with the characters ie the interactions and their children! Secondly it's because I don't think there's is enough Neville on this site so I'm on a one woman mission to change that, wish me luck!
This is a short chapter, but it's really just an introduction so you lovely people can see what it's all about and because I hate stories with a slow start (you will come to realise that I'm very impatient!). Anyway the next two chapters are already written so you won't have to wait long.
Oh and thanks to my Beta BlueRavenclawGirl better known as my sister for not only writing truly spiffing stories (hint!) but proof reading and spell checking my work, so if there are any errors, blame her. (I'm kidding, don't!)
Disclaimer: If I really need to tell you I'm not J.K Rowling then I really need to tell you that you're a bit of a prat.
Enjoy (and review. Please? I will beg?) xxx
"Charlie, sweetie, this isn't funny anymore!" Hermione shouted in desperation.
Never had Hermione or her home ever been in such a state. Cupboard and wardrobe doors had been left wide open with the contents all over the floor, work surfaces and tables; her hair was a mess and her clothes were untooked and out of place.
"Fucking hell" she cursed as as the pain from hitting her head on the work surface soared around her head. The cupboards under the sink were a favourite hiding place for her 3 year old; but she had already checked there 2 times previously, he wasn't at the neighbours either and she hadn't seen her son now in nearly half an hour.
"Charlie" she screamed in one last attempt. She had looked everywhere and had turned the house upside down. Finally admitting defeat she reached for the phone.
"Hello?" said the man's voice on the other end.
Hermione tried to speak but all that came out were wimpers.
"Mi? What's wrong? Are you ok? Is Charlie alright?" With sobbing being the only sound coming from the scared mother, the man was desperately searching for a response.
"I, I, I can't.."
"You can't what Mione?" The man getting more and more anxious by the second.
"I can't find him!, Neville, Charlie's gone!"
"What do you mean Charlie's gone?"
"What the hell do you think I mean? I can't bloody find him!" Hermione said, with her emotions running away from her.
Knowing Hermione hated blasphemy and wasn't fond of swearing either, he knew something was really wrong and let her comment slide."Well have you checked under the sink?"
"Of course I have, I know my son!"
Neville was now getting severely pissed off, it was becoming obvious that Charlie really was missing and Hermione's tone really wasn't helping."Right well I'm coming now but I'm at Hogwarts so I need to make arrangements, I'm going to be about half an hour, you need to go to the Weas.."
"No Nev, I don't want to involve them" Hermione interrupted.
"For the love of Merlin Hermione, what you want isn't really the priority right now! We need man power and Molly okay so you're just going to have to put your pride and stubbornness to one side. So get over there and start looking for our son!" And with that Neville put the phone down and urgently started to pack his things.