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AN – Yey thanks for all your reviews ppl much appreciated. I was quite scared by one I was gonna have this chapter as Rons but then changed it to Nevilles and you guessed it would be Nevilles. Very spooky. Or maybe I'm just predictable. Hopefully you're just an undercover agent whos job it is to spot things like this lol. It could happen. Well maybe . . . getting on with things that are relevant. Sorry if the baby chapters are getting annoying or summit like that but they explain the ending and I like em lol so read em and be happy . . . please. Ok enough talking I'm all alone at home and have no one to talk to so I blabbered on here for a bit lol thus explaining the incoherent nonsense. So on with the story.

Neville awoke to a loud banging noise.

He sat up. "I'll get it" he mumbled sleepily. Rubbing his eyes and stretching he pulled himself up so he was standing.

He hadn't moved more than a few paces before he was met with a problem.

"What the?" he shook the bars that were blocking his way.

They didn't budge. He shook them more violently but they refused to move. He was trapped. But why?

Voldemort Neville thought to himself. He knew he was dead he'd watched as his lifeless body was pulled towards the ground. But then he and his friends also fell. After they had hit the ground his death eaters must have shown up and on finding their leader dead kidnapped him and his friends to carry out painful revenge.

"Harry?" he whispered in to the darkness. No answer!

"Ron?" Still no answer

"Hermione?"

The banging was getting louder. Neville let out a small whimper. What were they going to do to him?

"Hermione?" he whispered more urgently

A light came on.

Neville lifted his hands to his eyes to shield them from the blinding light.

A hand stroked the side of his face. "It's ok baby"

Baby? Was this some kind of sick twisted death eater joke?

The voice hadn't sounded like it belonged to a death eater in fact he could have sworn it belonged to someone he knew.

Neville heard a door open and footsteps shuffle down the hall away from him.

The hand was still stroking his face and hair

Neville squinted against the light.

"Please stop stroking me. Curse me if you must but stroking is just plain wrong!"

"I know daddy's seeing who it is"

"What? That's not what I said. What are you talking about?"

Death eaters were strange.

"It is late baby your right"

"What the? Stop calling me baby. I am not your . . . wait did she daddy?"

"That's right Neville daddy clever boy"

Neville stopped squinting and looked directly in to the face of the 'death eater'.

He gasped. He wasn't staring in to the face of a death eater ready to kill him but the smiling face of his mother.

A mother he didn't even know. She looked so different to what Neville was used to. She wasn't dangerously thin with wispy dead looking white hair. Her eyes were no longer pale and distant and she didn't have the pained scared expression that usually greeted Neville whenever he went to visit her.

In fact she was quite the opposite. She was quite slim with shoulder length blonde hair. Her eyes shone the brightest blue and looked as if they were smiling down at him. She looked happy.

Neville smiled up at her. He didn't have the faintest idea what was going on but he was with his mother he didn't really care. If this was the death eaters' idea of revenge they needed help. He wasn't complaining however.

"Frank who is it?" His mother asked as the sound of angry voices floated in to the room

"Nobody" he replied "They were just leaving"

"No we weren't"

"Yeah we feel like staying to be honest"

"Aren't you gonna invite us in?"

"How rude"

Neville felt himself being lifted into his mothers' arms and they left the room they had been in.

The ground was such a long way away. Neville still didn't understand what was going on but he was too happy to care.

"Barty does your father know you're here? You're out quite late. He'll be worried." Alice said on entering the hallway to find her husband at the door with 4 people outside. 1 of whom was a friend of hers son. The mother in her took over and she was concerned for the boy.

He was with 3 people older than he was. Older than the crowd he usually hung out with. 1 girl and 2 boys; 1 was a thickset man who seemed to stare blankly. Another was a thin and nervous looking man his eyes darted here there and everywhere. Everywhere but on Frank or Alice, he appeared to wish to be anywhere but here, and the girl who had a superior look about her, with thick, shining dark hair and heavily hooded eyes.

They weren't the kind of crowd she would like her son to be involved with and she was pretty sure Mr. Crouch, the boys' father, would feel the same.

"Well he doesn't know I'm here exactly" the boy answered "We were wondering if we could use your fireplace. I'm late and my father will be terribly angry" the boy said in a sad ashamed kind of voice.

"Of course come in, come in" she said wanting to help. "I'll get the Floo powder"

Frank stood aside and let them in. He shot a warning look at Alice. He clearly had his reasons for not wanting them inside his house. Alice just shrugged giving him the what-was-I-supposed-to-do look.

Frank showed them in to the sitting room while Alice went in to the kitchen to retrieve the Floo powder.

"Ohhhh Neville we seem to be all out," she said as she looked in to the jar they kept the green substance in.

"Frank we're out of Floo powder." She called to her husband. He joined her in the kitchen.

"Go across the road to Mothers she's bound to have some" he said and as she left the kitchen he added "and leave Neville there"

Alice looked at him confused. He nodded determinedly at her so she didn't argue. He came and stood beside her. Kissing Nevilles cheek he said "you be good for your Grandma mummy and daddy will come get you in the morning"

Neville smiled. His father looked as different as his mother did. He was bulkier and more muscular; his face was cheerful yet worried. His eyes were a deep chocolate colour with hair to match. He looked so healthy and full of life.

Alice left the house and made her way across the road to where Nevilles Grandmother lived. Knocking on the door. They waited outside in the cold till a light came on and the door opened.

Nevilles Gran looked younger but other than that no different.

"Yes Alice dear? What can I do for you?" she asked tiredly

"Oh I'm sorry to wake you mum but would it be ok if you kept Neville for the night. And do you have any Floo powder we could use?"

"Yes. Yes of course come in," she said standing aside.

She led them in to her sitting room, taking a pot from over the fireplace she handed it to Alice and took Neville from her.

"Order business?" she inquired

"No we have Barty Crouch in our living room. He's been out with his friends and they're late home. So he wanted to use our fireplace to get home."

"How does he know where you live?" Nevilles Gran asked bewildered

"I don't know" Alice said looking thoughtful "his father must have told him I suppose. Well I best get this back to Frank I don't really want them in the house longer than necessary. Frank isn't keen on them staying either. He didn't really want them in to begin with but you feel you have to help don't you"

Nevilles Gran nodded in understanding.

She lay Neville on the sofa. He immediately felt drowsy. His mother placed a blanket that had been lying over the back of the sofa on him and kissed his cheek. "Night baby" she whispered

"They look quite rough to be honest. Not his usual crowd" Alice told his Gran when she was back on the doorstep.

"Be careful Alice" his Gran replied.

"We'll be round for Neville in the morning" she said "Goodnight"

Nevilles Gran closed the door. And picked Neville up. Taking him upstairs she lay him in a crib in her room. She was often asked to look after Neville when Frank and Alice were away on order business. It had been easier to buy another crib rather than cart his own from his parents' house to here every time they needed it.

"Night Neville" she said tucking him in before returning to her own bed.

Neville awoke to the sound of banging and the strange sense of déjà vu. He watched as his Gran left the room and heard her footsteps on the stairs. He half listened as she opened the door and began to talk angrily to whoever was on the other side about being so loud and waking up the baby.

Neville wasn't surprised at the fact he had been called a baby. He had figured out late in the night that he was in fact a baby again or at least in his baby body.

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Longbottom but I'm from the Ministry of Magic and I have to tell you that your son and his wife have been attacked"

Neville sat up. Attacked? What was he talking about? What was going on?

"W-what?" he heard his Gran say after a minute silence.

"Could I come in?" he asked "I can explain what has happened and then I have ask you a few routine questions"

Neville didn't hear an answer but he did hear the door close and 2 sets of footsteps enter the living room. It was then silent.

Neville pulled himself up using the bars of his crib. What was that guy talking about? No one would attack his mother and father. They were good people. You didn't attack good people.

But someone had. Who would want to hurt his mother and father? He tried to think of all the people his mother and father knew and then it came to him. Someone had attacked his parents. A long time ago when Neville had been no more than a baby. Death Eaters had attacked them for information. Using the cruciatus curse on his father and then his mother torturing them until they cracked.

He had visited them in hospital enough times to know the after effects of this attack.

He began to shake the bars of his crib again. He wanted to be downstairs with his Gran. He wanted to know what was going on. He wanted his parents.

He began to cry. Loudly. Trying to get the attention of his Grandmother.

He heard her race from the sitting room.

"Mummy" he cried. One of the few words he knew he could say.

"I'm coming Neville" he heard his Gran call as she ascended the stairs

"Daddy" he cried

He heard fast footsteps making their way towards him.

"Mummy" he continued to wail

He felt his Gran lift him from his crib and hold him tightly.

"Daddy" he kept crying

"They'll be ok honey they'll be ok" he heard his Gran say.

It sounded so distant

"DAD"

"Neville wake up"

"MUM"

"Neville its time you woke up everything's ok"

"DAD"

"Neville it's just a bad dream"

"MUM . . . DAD"

"Neville we're here"

Neville opened his eyes.

AN – there you go chapter 12. Tell me what y'all thought. Thanks a ton. Sorry about the ending TTF lol please don't hurt me!!!!!! Thanks again for all the reviews I really cant say that enough lol.