Neville's Theory

Okay so here's part 2 of my little story thing, I hope you like it! PLEASE r&r I'd love you lots if you did! Hmm...that might actually put people off...but just do it anyway!

And here's the boring bit... I don't own any of the characters mentioned in my story (however much I wish I did) because they belong to the holy JK Rowling and her publishers and so on.

As Neville left the potions classroom at the end of the lesson, he was sure that he saw Snape throw him a look of utter loathing more hateful than usual. Neville gulped. He'd set fire to things in his potions lessons before. Once he'd even set Snape's hair alight and still managed to get off with only a glare and 50 points from Gryffindor. But detention? Neville knew that it must be something to do with Snape's black eye. Perhaps it was only because Neville's accident had dragged Snape out from the corner of the classroom where he had been determined to hide, or perhaps it was something more. And perhaps it was to do with the shiner around Snape's eye.

Everyone knew about Snape's hatred of Neville, and everyone knew how terrified Neville was of Snape. That is, almost everyone knew. Up until last summer when Neville's appalling Potions results (D, verging on a T) were sent via owl, Neville's grandmother knew nothing of her grandson's nightmare of a teacher.

"He's....t-terrifying" mumbled Neville at the end of last August.

"Oh I'd like to show that Professor Whatsit...Snape did you say? I'd like to show that Professor Snape a thing or two!" Said Neville's grandmother. "Frightening talented pupils like yourself and taking away your self confidence. Yes dear, you are talented," she patted Neville on the back with her wrinkled hand, "You just haven't found your talent yet that's all. What was I saying Neville, dear? Ah yes... I shall be writing a letter to this Snape and show him a piece of my mind...."

But what if she did more than that? Neville knew that his grandmother had a temper on her at times and had duelled many a wizard in her younger days so he wouldn't put it past her...But she couldn't have done? Could she? Neville felt his mind wander....

Knock Knock.

"What is it?"

Knock Knock

"Yes??"

Knock Knock Knock

"Oh for f..... Right! Fine!" Snape emerged from behind his desk. He wasn't in a good mood. He never was in a good mood, but being constantly interrupted from his brooding made him in a worse mood. He grabbed the door handle and yanked the door open.

"What the hell is wrong with you pathetic excuses for human beings? I say I'm having a break but do you listen? No! You...."

Snape realised that he was talking to a stuffed vulture.

He blinked.

Looking down he saw that the vulture was sitting atop a pointed hat, from beneath which an old, gnarled and angry face looked up at him. Hot fury washed over him. It was that hat. That dress. That handbag. The ones that he had been hearing about for the last three years. The laughter still rang in his ears. He felt his face flush as he whispered "You".

"Neville's right. You are a nasty, greasy little man aren't you? Now get out of the way" said Mrs Longbottom as she elbowed her way past Snape into his office. She ran her long-nailed finger across Snape's desk and sniffed.

"Just as I thought. Disgusting."

"And what, may I ask, are you doing here, Mrs Longbottom?" said Snape in a voice shaking with repressed rage. "You're not just here to criticise my office I take it?"

"Certainly not. I am here concerning your treatment of my grandson, Neville," she replied.

Snape glared at her. Not only had Neville's boggart made him a laughing stock for months, he had now set his old bag of a grandmother on him.

"I see," he said.

"I want you to treat Neville with the respect he deserves," Neville's grandmother said. Snape snorted. She ignored him and carried on.

"I have high hopes for my grandson, professor. Indeed he has hopes of becoming an Auror like his mother and father were, and so needs his potions. I demand that you improve the way you treat my grandson and allow him to study potions for his NEWTS."

This time Snape couldn't contain his laughter. "Neville Longbottom? An Auror? Ha! He'd be just as good as being an Auror as he is in my lessons- atrocious!"

And with that Mrs Longbottom punched Snape hard in the face.

'That must be it' thought Neville. That must be how it happened! No wonder Snape had glared at him. He was going to make Neville's life hell from now on he was sure. Neville then made his way to the great hall to tell the others about what he thought had happened to Snape, and how he was going to try to drown himself in his pumpkin juice before it came to his detention with Snape.

Like it??? Huh? Lol well I hope you did...but that isn't the end of the story! Oh no! Perhaps it was Mrs Longbottom who gave Snape the black eye...but then maybe it wasn't! There will be more chapters to come so make sure you read them and find out how it really did happen! And review this now please!!!