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A seven year old boy with a round face paced in his room. His name was Neville Longbottom. Neville lived with his grand parents Richard and Augusta Longbottom. They loved their grandson too much. Neville loved them back too but he wanted his parents. His grandparents had mentioned his parents but never told Neville where they were. Whenever he asked them about his father and mother his Granny and Grandpa would say you are too young to understand. He had just been told that his whole family consisted of witches and wizards. His Granny had told him this about three years ago.
But this was not enough for him. He wanted to know about his parents.
In the end he decided. He would ask his grandparents and if they weren't going to tell him then he would ask his great Uncle Algie.
He stopped pacing and opened the bedroom door and went to the living room. His grandmother was sitting on the rocking chair reading a book with a moving picture of an old man as the cover.
"Granny? Can I ask a question?" he said uncertainly.
"What is it my dear?" Augusta Longbottom marked the page and put the book on the small table near the chair.
Neville took a deep breath and said " Where are my parents?"
Augusta looked startled for a moment, then mumbled to herself, "I knew this was coming."
"Granny?"
"Neville you are-" She was cut off by her grandson.
"Don't tell me I am too young. I will be turning 8 in two days" Neville said softly "And you wanted to know what I wanted for my birthday. Then here's my wish: I want to know about my parents."
The old lady sighed. "Okay then listen. Neville you know what we are, though I can't be sure about you, magical. Years ago there was a bad wizard. People do not speak his name. His name was Voldermort" She winced but continued " Well anyways, He-who-must-not-be-named was at large. He had a number of followers all of them were bad.
They were known as Death Eaters."
Those years were terrible. People disappearing, deaths, attacks on the muggles," the look in her eyes seemed distant "A few months after you were born the Lestranges used a cruse to get some information about the organization against You Know Who. But your parents didn't utter a word. The Death Eaters tortured them. They ruined the house. But Frank and Alice refused to say anything. You were here with me at that time. They tortured them to insanity." She looked up at her grandson with tears in her eyes.
Neville was sobbing quietly.
"They are in St Mungos. I will ask your Grandfather. If he agrees then we can visit them on your birthday."
Neville nodded but said nothing. He looked down at his feet. Tears were streaming down on his chubby cheeks.
"Neville," He looked up "I want you to promise me something"
Neville nodded again. "I want you to promise me that you will make your parents proud, no matter what you do. Be brave Neville, be brave like your Mother and Father."
"I promise Granny, I promise." Neville said and hugged his grandmother.