A/N: This is just the prologue. It just gives some background, but don't think that the whole story is about Neville defeati...oops. Well just r/r and wait for the rest. It gets better.
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Neville Longbottom was not used to staying up late. In his exhausted state, it was hard to keep from walking into walls. The particular wall that he walked into this July 31st was actually a portal to Voldemort's coveted, secret lair.
After a long and harrowing ride through the dark, Neville emerged on the other side to see Voldermort standing over him, his wand ready to strike. Despite his fear, Neville had time to notice that the Dark Lord was in a ragged state, his black snake eyes blazed from within a sunken and bony face, surrounded by dirty, black hair. The pale lips were moving, but it took Neville a moment to realize that they weren't cursing him, but saying something else.
"You're not Harry Potter," a thoroughly confused Voldemort observed. The wand lowered a fraction of an inch.
"Oh...um...no. I'm Neville." This voice was little more than a squeak.
Voldemort lowered his wand a bit more. "Oh. I've heard about you. Stupid, little pipsqueak. Tell you what. You bring me Harry Potter, I'll let you live."
Stumbling back from the Dark Lord, and wringing his hands under his robes, Neville tripped over a rock. Voldemort stared at the boy lying on the ground, struggling like some overturned beetle to get up.
"Well," he said. Lord Voldemort did not like to be kept waiting.
"Uh...B-but I d-don't think Harry would l-l-like it very much if I did that." Neville could feel the portal whirling behind him.
"I don't think you've made a very wise decision, boy," Voldemort replied evilly. He took a menacing step forward and tripped over the same rock Neville had, flying forward onto the hard ground.
Before the Dark Lord could move, Neville was up, disentangled from his robes, his wand out before him.
"And now you will die, Voldemort," he spat. "Aveda kedavra!"
A light shot out of the Dark Lord's body, charging through the portal. It happened so fast that Neville did not notice it. Smiling, he stepped over the corpse and back into the swirling portal. Neville had always known acting stupider than he was would help him someday.
Meanwhile, back at Number 4, Privet Drive, Harry Potter was talking to s picture of Ginny. "You know, Ginny, I think that I might run away again soon. I don't know how much longer I can stand Dudley torturing me and Aunt Petunia giving me painful chores. My hands are so burned from lye soap, I can't close them. And I don't know why she couldn't give me a pair of gloves, the bottle clearly said I needed them." He sighed and put the picture down. It was weird liking Ginny, she was his third crush since the begining of last year(his fifth year), and she was also the youngest. Hedwig hooted understandingly, which struck Harry as odd since he hadn't been talking to the bird.
Suddenly, a light flew through the window and hit Harry in the back. No one but Hedwig saw the boy-who-lived fall to the dark floor. No one heard the snowy owl hooting for help.(Well, no one except Dudley, but he just walked into the room, accidently-on-purpose stepped on Harry, and held the owl's beak shut for a couple minutes. Then laughing uproariously, he walked out and got into bed, closing the door to Harry's room as he left.)