Godbrothers
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all credits goes to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to retire this.
AN: I've always wondered what would happen if Barty Crouch and the LeStranges failed in attacking the Longbottom. This is the story where the Longbottom family survive and Neville is not raised by his grandmother. Harry is also not raised by the Dursley's because Alice; being Harry's godmother takes him in. In this chapter, Harry Potter is raised by the Longbottom family. Harry and Neville are also great friends and are as close as brothers.
There was darkness all around him. Too dark for him to see anything. All his senses almost non existent, just almost. For he could hear someone, the dreaded sound a voice,
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."
When the voice ended he had a feeling of dread. He knew what the woman's voice was talking about and he regretted hearing it. Unfortunately, the dreaded voice continued to speak, reappearing the prophecy again.
Not wanting to hear it any more, he tried to flee. Trying his best to escape the dark abis. But there was no way out, no where to turn to. Out of instinct, he cried out, calling for help.
"Harry wake up!"
Alice Longbottom was gently nudging him awake. Neville Longbottom her son was standing behind her, with a face of concern.
Slowly Harry stood up, "I'm awake Aunt Alice."
"Are you sure?" She asked in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry said softly. He didn't like thinking about the dream so changing the subject he asked, "So where's uncle?"
Neville spoke up, "Dad's at work Harry. He left early this morning."
Harry nodded, still deep in thought.
Alice was still giving him a concerned look, knowing that he wasn't alright at the moment. "There's breakfast downstairs. Clean yourself up first then come down and grab a bite."
"Ok." Harry said and standing up he walked to the washroom.
"You dreamed about the prophecy." Neville stated.
Alice long since left the room. Neville stood there near the doorway, looking at him with questioning.
"Yeah, but I don't feel like talking about it." Harry quickly said. He then closed the washroom door behind him not wanting to talk anymore.
Neville looked at the retreating form of his brother in all but blood sadly. He knew the prophecy could have been him as well but Voldemort himself decided to attack the Potters instead. He felt guilty deep down knowing that he was thankful he wasn't the chosen one.
Sighing, he too left the room and headed downstairs for breakfast.
AN: This is just a small idea I had. Ignoring the fact that Sirius could have raised Harry instead of the Longbottoms. In this story everything follows according to Harry Potter. This is actually the summer break after Harry's fifth year (after the Order of the Phoenix) when Harry is coping with the discovery of being the chosen one. With the exception of being raised by the Longbottoms and Neville being his best friend and brother, everything else is still the same. I hope you like this one! I don't know what to call this chapter so far now I'll go with godbrothers since Neville did mention their relation as such in the books.
