My first HP fanfic! Woo-hoo!
It goes out to my mom, who gave me the inspiration for it!
Review and tell me what you think!
P.S: sorry if anyone's OOC, I'm re-reading the books again and it's been some time since I last read them.
ENJOYS!
Chapter 1
10 years earlier
Alice Longbottom laid her son Neville down in his crib. It had been a long day and the mother was looking forward to going to sleep. Her husband, Frank was downstairs.
It was a blustery Halloween night and when she heard the door open downstairs, Alice was sure it was just another group of eager trick-or-treaters. When she didn't hear their cheerful voices pleading for candy, however, she grew frightened.
The door to the nursery burst open. A man in black robes stood their with his wand pointed at the crib. His eyes were scarlet and filled with hate.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Voldemort.
"What did you do to Frank?" Alice demanded, blocking his view of the little boy in the crib.
Voldmort chuckled. "Let's just say he's in a better place."
Frank's dead? No! "What are you doing here? We are not involved in anything that has to do with the Order," Alice asked, lying. She and her now-late husband were a big part in the Order of the Phoenix. He mustn't know that. She had to protect Neville.
Voldemort laughed, a cold one that made Alice shiver and the boy in the crib hide under his baby blanket. "My loyal servant has informed me of a prophecy that states that a boy born in July would have the power to defeat me. To ones who have thrice defied me. Your boy Neville fits it. So, I'm here to make sure that doesn't come true."
"You stay away from Neville!" Alice shrieked. A green jet burst out of the wand the Dark Lord was carrying. Alice Longbottom jumped in front of the ray and collasped on the floor when it made contact with her. Now, with a clear target, Voldemort tried again.
"Avada Kedavra!" he cried. The spell met with the boy in the crib, but an extrodinary thing happened. The house exploded and the Dark Lord disappeared. Neville Longbottom's forehead was now decorated with a lightning scar.
By the time Hagrid showed up to take the boy to his grandmother's, Neville was fast asleep, unaware he had just become The Boy Who Lived.
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