"And remember not to come home during those holidays of yours boy."
"Yes uncle Vernon," the thin Harry Potter replied. "As if I even want to come home," he mumbled under his breath, lugging his heavy trunk through the barrier that would lead him to platform 9 and ¾'s.
As soon as he passed through he took a look around and spotted a strange boy coming towards him calling his name.
"Harry! There you are!"
As the boy caught up with him, he questioned, "do I know you?"
The boy looked a little confused at first but then his face broke out in to a large grin.
"Of course you wouldn't recognise me. I've changed quite a bit."
Holding out his hand he said, "hello, my name is Neville Longbottom."
Harry stared in surprise.
This Neville Longbottom was nothing like the one he knew. The one he knew was on the slightly on the chubby side with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes and wore baggy clothing. This one on the other hand was extremely thin with golden white hair and strange cerulean eyes. This Neville wore a cream shirt with the buttons undone over a plain white tight t-shirt with baggy blue jeans. Nothing like the old Neville.
"Neville? Is that really you?"
"Of course it is you git," he replied.
"How did this happen?"
"It's a long story."
Harry looked at his watch. They still had a long time till they had to board the train.
"We still have time," he said.
"Well," Neville hesitated. "You know my parents are in St Mungo's right?"
Harry shook his head, yes.
"Well what you don't know that not only Voldemort made them the way they are. My uncle Algie also did. He is a death eater."
Harry gasped.
"I saw what happened, so did my grandma. I've been under Imperious and glamour's ever since, my Grandma just under Imperious. The death eaters couldn't risk anyone finding out what I was, hence the glamour's. Both my Grandma and Uncle died over the holidays..
::Flashback::
"Come boy. Your are to meet my lord again tonight," a black robed Algie Longbottom stated.
Neville struggled against the tight bonds that hindered his movements.
The dozen death eaters with the wands poised on his wriggling form cackled with laughter.
"You can't break free. These are the strongest bonds that can be developed."
"What should we do with the old lady?" another death eater asked.
"Dispose of her," the ringleader stated. "In the most painful way possible," he added with a malicious grin.
"No!" Neville screamed before he blacked out, thoughts of his grandma plagueing his subconscious.
He woke again, chained to a pillar.
It was night time and he heard a werewolf howling to the moon. A ring of death eaters were surrounding him. He swept his eyes along the vast amount of them. He had never remembered so many of them.
"Ah," he heard a voice hiss.
"Our prisoner has awoken."
Voldemort.
The people that made up the ring stopped their mutterings and placed their eyes on him.
He wriggled without knowing it as there eyes glared at him.
It was extremely unnerving.
"Remove the glamour's," Voldemort hissed.
Half the men raised their wands and whispered spells that really on Earth should not be uttered.
Neville disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
Once it had cleared many of the men gasped at the sight that befell them.
There slumped a young man with golden blonde hair, cerulean eyes and an impossibly thin body covered in scars of past beatings.
This boy cringed.
Voldemort laughed.
"I must say, boy," Voldemort said, stressing on the word boy, "that you are getting far to strong for your own good. How many Imperious' have you beaten know? Far to many to count."
He paused while his followers made petty condolences on how he was much stronger than a mere boy.
"Silence," he barked.
They quietened immediately.
"Lucky I have a remedy for that."
He smiled.
"Wormtail," he barked.
A short fat man wobbled through the circle of death eaters and up to his master.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Bring the other one here."
"Yes my lord," was the reply he got.
Turning back to Neville he said, "I have found your counterpart, boy."
Neville's face took on a stricken look before he whispered, "Oh shit."
"Oh shit indeed."
There was a commotion in the ring as a boy around Neville's age was shoved down on to the ground.
This boy had dark brown hair, but the same strange cerulean eyes as Neville had. His lithe body was covered with blood and previous scars.
On closer inspection this boy was none other than Gregory Goyle.
Voldemort laughed at the expression on Neville's face.
He then indicated to most of his servants to leave. Before he himself left he barked at Algie Longbottom and his remaining subjects. "Kill them. Painfully."
And then he was gone.
The remaining death eaters formed a huddle debating on how to kill them.
Neville could hear snippets of conversation. "How about we just boil them up and eat them?" "We are not cannibals.. Lets set them on fire." "Nah, to unoriginal. Let's turn them into mice and set them loose with a mouse trap."
Neville, tired of listening on how he was going to die, painfully and noiselessly made his way over to Gregory.
Using his powers he managed to heal him. He then promptly placed his hand over Gregory's in case he should scream as he woke.
As the young man awoke he silently pulled the pale hand away from his mouth.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Neville Longbottom," was the reply he got.
"Longbottom?"
"Don't ask."
"Ok. What are we going to do?"
"I think I have an idea. But you'll have to hold on to me somewhere."
He did.
Neville concentrated on channelling all his power into getting the energy from all the Earth around him. He formed a white light around himself and Gregory.
The huddle of death eaters finally took notice of what the two teens were doing, but Neville was already too far gone.
As the white light spread all the death eaters who were slowly closing in on them dropped down, dead.
As soon as the light had disappeared, Neville tugged a gaping Gregory after him.
When he finally managed to find a place where he could apparate, he did.
Straight to his Grandma's house.
As soon as they arrived they were greeted with the apologetic face of Albus Dumbeldore.
"I'm sorry Neville. We came to late."
Neville put down Gregory's hand that he had been holding and tore into the house, by passing all the confused Ministry officials.
"What just happened," Gregory asked the Professor.
"Neville just lost the last family he had, Gregory," Dumbeldore replied sadly.
"Oh," came the strained reply.
::End Flashback::
"I'm sorry, Neville," Harry said, placing a hand on the small boys shoulder.
"Its okay. Look there comes Ron and Hermione."
"Yes uncle Vernon," the thin Harry Potter replied. "As if I even want to come home," he mumbled under his breath, lugging his heavy trunk through the barrier that would lead him to platform 9 and ¾'s.
As soon as he passed through he took a look around and spotted a strange boy coming towards him calling his name.
"Harry! There you are!"
As the boy caught up with him, he questioned, "do I know you?"
The boy looked a little confused at first but then his face broke out in to a large grin.
"Of course you wouldn't recognise me. I've changed quite a bit."
Holding out his hand he said, "hello, my name is Neville Longbottom."
Harry stared in surprise.
This Neville Longbottom was nothing like the one he knew. The one he knew was on the slightly on the chubby side with dark brown hair and chocolate eyes and wore baggy clothing. This one on the other hand was extremely thin with golden white hair and strange cerulean eyes. This Neville wore a cream shirt with the buttons undone over a plain white tight t-shirt with baggy blue jeans. Nothing like the old Neville.
"Neville? Is that really you?"
"Of course it is you git," he replied.
"How did this happen?"
"It's a long story."
Harry looked at his watch. They still had a long time till they had to board the train.
"We still have time," he said.
"Well," Neville hesitated. "You know my parents are in St Mungo's right?"
Harry shook his head, yes.
"Well what you don't know that not only Voldemort made them the way they are. My uncle Algie also did. He is a death eater."
Harry gasped.
"I saw what happened, so did my grandma. I've been under Imperious and glamour's ever since, my Grandma just under Imperious. The death eaters couldn't risk anyone finding out what I was, hence the glamour's. Both my Grandma and Uncle died over the holidays..
::Flashback::
"Come boy. Your are to meet my lord again tonight," a black robed Algie Longbottom stated.
Neville struggled against the tight bonds that hindered his movements.
The dozen death eaters with the wands poised on his wriggling form cackled with laughter.
"You can't break free. These are the strongest bonds that can be developed."
"What should we do with the old lady?" another death eater asked.
"Dispose of her," the ringleader stated. "In the most painful way possible," he added with a malicious grin.
"No!" Neville screamed before he blacked out, thoughts of his grandma plagueing his subconscious.
He woke again, chained to a pillar.
It was night time and he heard a werewolf howling to the moon. A ring of death eaters were surrounding him. He swept his eyes along the vast amount of them. He had never remembered so many of them.
"Ah," he heard a voice hiss.
"Our prisoner has awoken."
Voldemort.
The people that made up the ring stopped their mutterings and placed their eyes on him.
He wriggled without knowing it as there eyes glared at him.
It was extremely unnerving.
"Remove the glamour's," Voldemort hissed.
Half the men raised their wands and whispered spells that really on Earth should not be uttered.
Neville disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.
Once it had cleared many of the men gasped at the sight that befell them.
There slumped a young man with golden blonde hair, cerulean eyes and an impossibly thin body covered in scars of past beatings.
This boy cringed.
Voldemort laughed.
"I must say, boy," Voldemort said, stressing on the word boy, "that you are getting far to strong for your own good. How many Imperious' have you beaten know? Far to many to count."
He paused while his followers made petty condolences on how he was much stronger than a mere boy.
"Silence," he barked.
They quietened immediately.
"Lucky I have a remedy for that."
He smiled.
"Wormtail," he barked.
A short fat man wobbled through the circle of death eaters and up to his master.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Bring the other one here."
"Yes my lord," was the reply he got.
Turning back to Neville he said, "I have found your counterpart, boy."
Neville's face took on a stricken look before he whispered, "Oh shit."
"Oh shit indeed."
There was a commotion in the ring as a boy around Neville's age was shoved down on to the ground.
This boy had dark brown hair, but the same strange cerulean eyes as Neville had. His lithe body was covered with blood and previous scars.
On closer inspection this boy was none other than Gregory Goyle.
Voldemort laughed at the expression on Neville's face.
He then indicated to most of his servants to leave. Before he himself left he barked at Algie Longbottom and his remaining subjects. "Kill them. Painfully."
And then he was gone.
The remaining death eaters formed a huddle debating on how to kill them.
Neville could hear snippets of conversation. "How about we just boil them up and eat them?" "We are not cannibals.. Lets set them on fire." "Nah, to unoriginal. Let's turn them into mice and set them loose with a mouse trap."
Neville, tired of listening on how he was going to die, painfully and noiselessly made his way over to Gregory.
Using his powers he managed to heal him. He then promptly placed his hand over Gregory's in case he should scream as he woke.
As the young man awoke he silently pulled the pale hand away from his mouth.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Neville Longbottom," was the reply he got.
"Longbottom?"
"Don't ask."
"Ok. What are we going to do?"
"I think I have an idea. But you'll have to hold on to me somewhere."
He did.
Neville concentrated on channelling all his power into getting the energy from all the Earth around him. He formed a white light around himself and Gregory.
The huddle of death eaters finally took notice of what the two teens were doing, but Neville was already too far gone.
As the white light spread all the death eaters who were slowly closing in on them dropped down, dead.
As soon as the light had disappeared, Neville tugged a gaping Gregory after him.
When he finally managed to find a place where he could apparate, he did.
Straight to his Grandma's house.
As soon as they arrived they were greeted with the apologetic face of Albus Dumbeldore.
"I'm sorry Neville. We came to late."
Neville put down Gregory's hand that he had been holding and tore into the house, by passing all the confused Ministry officials.
"What just happened," Gregory asked the Professor.
"Neville just lost the last family he had, Gregory," Dumbeldore replied sadly.
"Oh," came the strained reply.
::End Flashback::
"I'm sorry, Neville," Harry said, placing a hand on the small boys shoulder.
"Its okay. Look there comes Ron and Hermione."