Hey! This is Padfoot523, posting my first story! At the end of the fifth Harry Potter book, Albus Dumbledore reveals that their is one other person who could fulfill Voldemort's prophecy: Neville Longbottom. Remember, I do not own any characters, magic, or anything in the Harry Potter World. I do own my OC's (original characters) which will not appear till the later chapters. Enjoy!
Chapter One
The Boy Who Lived, and the Dark Lord that Didn't
Here Lies Frank and Alice Longbottom,
Loving Parents and Friends
And the Bravest People that the Wizarding World
Have Ever Seen
1960-1981
1962-1981
James Potter read and reread the carving on the new gravestone. A week before, Frank and Alice were alive and happy at the Order's headquarters. Yet, today, they lay six feet below him and very far above him, happier by far than they could ever be in this world. Their son, Neville, was left alone, living at the age of one with his grandmother.
It could've been me, James thought. It could've been Lily and Harry, Remus, Sirius, Moody. Voldemort could have picked any of us, and he picked the Longbottoms. When will this terror end?
James was not the only wizard who asked himself that question with every waking moment. It had been eleven years of terror, eleven years of hiding, eleven years of fear. No one ever knew if they would walk home and find the Dark Mark suspended over their home, the sign of Lord Voldemort. The Dark Mark meant that you would find only one thing in the home: the bodies of those that had intervened with Voldemort.
To Voldemort, the world was full of ants, and he was the humongous boot that would rule them all. When would this end? Would it ever end?
Lily Potter's life changed when she found out that she was a witch. Born from Muggle parents, she had never experienced anything out of the ordinary. This all changed when she met a young boy named Severus Snape, who recognized and acknowledged her for what she was, a Muggle-born witch, who would attend Hogwarts with him very soon.
Lily did not know what to expect in the wizarding world. When she first walked into Diagon Alley, however, she knew that this curious world would exceed her wildest imagination. She excelled in all of her classes at school, and made many friends. Soon after she graduated from school, she married James Potter and later had a child, Harry.
All was well, until everything began to change. Tom Riddle, now titling himself Lord Voldemort, rose to power. His eleven years of terror were filled with death, destruction, and fear. Friends turned against friends, family turned against family, all bonds of trust were severed in this wretched regime. And, through it all, James and Lily knew that they had to fight.
They joined Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, a group determined to take down Voldemort. Also in this Order were some of James's old school friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew. The group started with many people, and ended with a lot less. Lord Voldemort and his many followers showed no mercy to anyone, no matter who they are.
Mrs. Longbottom cried and cried, until she thought that she might not be able to anymore. Her daughter and son-in-law were dead. All that remained of them was their beautiful one-year-old boy, Neville. It would now be her job to raise him as well as she could. She loved her daughter, and her only hope was that she would be able to bring him up well enough. It would take a lot of discipline and a lot of work, but she would raise a boy that was a strong-minded, courageous, and kind as his parents.
Neville, however, was no longer an ordinary wizarding boy. When Lord Voldemort had broken into the Longbottom's home, he killed Frank with a flick of his wrist and without a flinch. He preceded to Alice, who was attempting to fight Voldemort off in order to protect her only son, Neville. Voldemort told her to step aside. When she refused, he cut her down, just like Frank.
At long last, Voldemort thought, the silly boy may die.
Despite Voldemort's desires, however, the boy did not die. As Lord Voldemort yelled Avada Kadavra for the third time in the Longbottom's house, the curse rebounded off of the small child, hitting Voldemort instead. That was the end of Voldemort.
Their were celebrations in the streets, fireworks seen everywhere you looked, and happiness everywhere. However, the question still remained: How did a young boy defeat the man that had killed so many before? The question may not ever be answered, but all that mattered to the wizarding world was that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was defeated, believingly once and for all.
