Neville Longbottom, The Boy Who Lived

by Phia442

He had never been extoridinary. He seemed average in every way. A different boy. He had always been extoridinary. From the age of little more than a year, he had been this way. There was nothing he could do to escape it. Neville Longbottom is The Boy Who Lived

He had never been extoridinary. He seemed average in every way. A mother, a father. Tidy dark hair, glasses, and nothing physical to define him as anything but nothing.

He had always been extoridinary. From the age of little more than a year, he had been this way. There was nothing he could do to escape it.

Harry Potter. Just another boy from a wizarding family. Neville Longbottom. Everyone knew his name. How could they not?

And of course, everyone knew the fate of Neville's parents. They had been tortured to insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange, but as if this were not enough, they were found by him. As they sat in their bed, babbling incoherently on a simple Wednesday night, he found them.

Neville visited every night. He was still just a baby. His grandmother would show them to him.

"Neville dear, this is your mum and dad."

"Oh, you do look so much like them."

"Frank and Alice darling, this is your little boy. He comes to visit you so often and loves you both very much."

These repetitive lines were repeated by Neville's grandmother every night. Even when they were not at St. Mungo's, which was rare, Augusta would show Neville photographs of what his parents looked like before they "became ill." She never wanted him to forget when things had been the way they should have been. She knew that this would be almost impossible because he was so young. She couldn't help but hope.

Instead of reading common wizarding bedtime stories from The Tale of Beedle The Bard, she would tell young Neville stories of his parents. How they met, how they fell in love, how they worked together, and how much they still loved him, even though they couldn't tell him themselves. They spent many hours exploring Augusta's pensieve and watching Frank grow up. He did look so much like Neville when he was a boy.

The lights went out. There was a single scream. There was silence. In the doorway, there was a snakelike face. There was a wand.

Augusta drew her wand and lunged. There was a flash. She fell.

This terrible figured advanced. Neville's great uncle Aglie lunged. There was a flash.

Great aunt Enid ran. He let her go. She wasn't who he wanted.

A small boy sat on a bed between his two unknowing, powerless parents. A great snake slithered on the ground.

There was a flash. There was a scream. There was nothing.