Disclaimer: I am (obviously) not JK Rowling... All characters belong to HER (This disclaimer applies to all chapters)

Warning: This story is slash, and yes, you have read right, Trevor/Neville (I told you not to look at me like that... stop it... pweese…) If you have any problems with this, hit the back button now. Don't flame me just because you don't like slash or the pairing.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this fic. It's pretty much my first one annndd it's a pretty strange pairing XD. Well anyway, my name's Kara and if ya got anything to say, leave a reviewww or email me at the address in my profile.

(This takes place in Neville's 6th year of school.)

Prologue

…

It was a bright, sunny day in September. School had just begun a couple weeks ago. Everyone had gathered into the Great Hall for breakfast. It was the sort of day even Professor Snape could savor, as dark times were approaching rapidly. A day where almost nothing could go wrong. But for Neville Longbottom, many things, both bad and… Well, strange, were about to happen in his life.

…

Neville stared at the wrinkled letter in his hand in complete horror and disbelief. It was breakfast and the Owl Post had just arrived. Mere moments ago he had been so psyched to get something. As he never usually received anything from anyone, except the occasional letter from his Gran. Even those, although they were mostly just harsh reminders about something he forgot, something that he's likely to forget, or something he did wrong, Neville looked forward to them.

He was always so jealous when everyone else got mail but him. So jealous when at Christmas, everyone else got loads of presents, and all he got was some candy from his Gran (she wouldn't trust him with anything else...especially after his remembrall...which he had somehow managed to lose...) and a present every now and then from certain Aunts or Uncles who weren't too busy for him.

He remembered back to his birthday when all he got was 5 chocolate frogs from his Grandmother. He wasn't being selfish. He didn't care about the price of the gift or the quantity. He had just wished she could have bought something from the heart. But now, looking at this letter, all anger and bitterness he had ever felt for his Gran diminished. He could feel tears forming at the edges of his eyes. The words on the parchment started to blur together as the first tear fell down his cheek. It landed on the letter.

"We are sorry to inform you that your Grandmother has passed away. It was painless, in her sleep."

He started shaking violently, and in that state, knocked over his plate of bacon and eggs. It fell to the floor with a loud crash.

People were beginning to gawk at Neville's behavior. He thought he heard people saying things to him. He thought he felt someone grasp onto his shoulder in attempt to stop his shaking. Students and teachers were looking at the boy curiously, concernedly, and some, mockingly.

Neville could feel eyes on him from all directions. He couldn't be in that room any longer. Nearly all of his self control was gone, and he knew if he stayed any longer, he burst out into sobs. He needed to be alone. Neville got up and ran blindly back to his dorm as fast as his legs could take him, ignoring the stares from his fellow Gryffindor, members from other houses, and the cruel laughs from Slytherin. He could hear the echoes of his footsteps as he raced through the halls. When he reached the Portrait leading to his room, Neville, in his current state, could not remember the password. The fat lady could tell in Neville was upset.

"Just go in dear... I won't tell anyone." Neville nodded and went hastily into the Gryffindor Common Room.

When he reached his room, Neville lay down on his bed and started sobbing uncontrollably. He had just lost one of the last people who actually cared for him. That didn't ignore him. He knew, although people didn't hate him, they saw him as clumsy and pathetic. Not someone worth the while of getting to know.

And his parents... Well he didn't even know what his parents thought. Or what they would think if they could for the matter. They'd probably see him as a clumsy fool too. Neville heard footsteps racing through the common room. Moments later, Harry, Ron and Dean walked into the room. Neville straightened up.

"H-hey guys!" He stammered, trying to look composed. Harry looked at him sympathetically.

"Hey Neville... Dumbledore told us about your Grandma... Um... We just came up here to see if you're doing alright..."

"Y-yeah I-I'm ok... T-thank you for asking..." Neville said, trying to refrain from crying in front of them.

Ron shuffled his feet nervously. "Well, just to let you know, we're for you mate. And if you need anything, or need someone to listen, we're here."

Neville smiled slightly despite his sadness. "Thank you... I r-really appreciate your kindness." He didn't know if he could stay composed much longer.

"You sure you're ok?" Dean asked him concernedly. Neville nodded hastily, anxious for them to leave so he could be alone. "Well...Professor Dumbledore says you can miss classes today. We have to get to ours so... Um... We'll talk a little later, ok?"

"S-sure. S-see you guys later!" The three boys left Neville to himself. Tears began streaming down his face, and soon enough, the boy started sobbing. Eventually, sobbing him self to sleep.

…

A/N: Thus ends the prologue... A bit short, I know. But this is my first fic... The second chapter is quite interesting... And a bit longer! And please, please, please review...Any comments/constructive criticism will be fine! I'm desperate for the attention sniffles

This chapter was more along the lines of an introduction... To get me, and anyone who's nice enough to read, started.