This was my idea. The last chapter was favorite female/least favorite male. This is favorite male and least favorite female. It takes place around on Harry's 17th birthday: Neville would have just turned of age.


Neville Longbottom , Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, Petunia Evans-Dursley.


Petunia pursed her lips as she looked around the gigantic clothing store she had come too; there was only one other woman there, with curly black locks, heavy lidded eyes, thin lips and a look of madness about her.

The woman pulled out (To Petunia's disgust and fear) a wand. People like her shouldn't be allowed in normal shops, Petunia thought indignantly. But unlike her walrus of a husband, she wasn't foolish enough to scream insults at the obviously mad woman.

"Excuse me, madam?" Petunia turned: there stood a young man with a round face and cropped blond hair. He was dressed in a suit that said 'Employee: Neville.' "Might I be of service?" He was very polite indeed. Just like Dudders. "I'm only looking to earn some cash, I mean, my family's well off but I'd just like to provide, y'know?"

"Of course, Mr.-" She trailed off. Honestly, why not list the person's last name on the name-tag?

"Longbottom, Madam. Neville Longbottom." Suddenly, there was quite a loud cackle: the mad woman was right behind Mr. Longbottom.

"YOU!" The boy yelled, turning around. His friendly disposition was gone. Neville whipped out a wand, thanking everybody that he was of age. 'Stupefy' The silent charm left her stunned, but a capable witch like The Mad Hatter would be up again in no time.

"You're one of- of them? Like my fre- like my nephew, Harry? Harry Potter?" Petunia covered up silently. Neville looked up, stony-faced.

"I'm aware how you treat magical people, Petunia. But I'll still warn you: get out if you value your life."

And get out she did.

Once Petunia was out of the shop, Neville stared down at the stunned woman on the floor:this was the one who had tortured his parents, who had killed Harry's godfather.

He could end it now, with an Avada Kedavra. But he couldn't.

Neville wasn't a killer. He didn't want to be.

He ran from the shop, never looking back.


Criteria at the end of the last chapter! This was my idea, not anyone else's.

Review if you want to put a smile on my face.