Turning Your Time Around

By: Cheelalaucha

This chapter is dedicated to: People who stay up until 4am (that's what it is here now) trying to get chapters to a story ready to read. Thanks for them all!

A, Chapter 12: "The Fifteenth of November"

A/N: This chapter is in 1974, where Neville is. This is James, Sirius, Remus, Lily, Severus, and Peter's fourth year, and Alice's (in my fic) 7th year in Hogwarts. It's also Frank's 7th year, but he's not at Hogwarts.
-The NEXT chapter will most likely be in the presant time with Ron and Snape and Kimpson.
-I've had a lot of this chapter done since I posted the first one, can you imagine? No? Okay.

DarkLordLongbottom: Ah ha! You were correct! Hagrid Hagrid Hagrid! Ooooh kaaay... Again I say that the chapter titles are important. When Neville met Esor, the title was: "The Writer of the Realm". How many realms do we know of right now? You're thinking right on track- one, the Vision Realm. So, she doesn't just exist in her painting at Hogwarts... kind of a two-way connection between the places. Can you put other things together to get some info on the future? I propose the challenge to you, DarkLord. Are you willing? Let me now go and cackle in the corner while you read.

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Lily watched as Neville blinked at the ceiling and twisted the sheets of the bed in his hands in silent agony. She could hardly stand to see him like that. That face that had been cute and sweet days before was now twisted with fear and pain. He had not spoken a word apart from two small groans, which amazed her. He looked so bad and yet he was keeping from screaming. But, the worst was yet to come, as all three of them soon realized...

A spasm ran through Neville's legs, and his whole body shook.

Neville still hadn't said anything. He hadn't even cried. That was a big change from the 'Old Neville' his "friends" had known.

Back home, as Neville often referred to his real time at Hogwarts, he'd be laughed at and unable to fight back because he was too scared. Malfoy, who was always cracking jokes, never knew what it was like being an outsider. But, as his Gran had told him before, there were people like that in everyone's life, and he just needed to deal with it. But, she had said it was all right to give them a little pay back every now and then.

Yeah right. I can just see me cursing Ocard (Draco)... then running off screaming like a girl as he returned it! Wouldn't that be something for the Prophet

Neville's thoughts melted away as he shook harder, making the coverings wrap around him tightly. He turned his head back and forth, eyes closed. The pounding in his head was growing stronger each passing second, and it was threatening to waver Neville's sanity.

But, Neville was determined not to let it get the better of him. He pried his eyes open and saw blurs in front of him. There were two blobs on his bed, one on each side.

All the sound that reached Neville's ears was a rushing noise. It was like wind blowing in from an open window on the Hogwart's Express. He wanted desperately to stop the sound, but found he could do little but lay there on the bed with swirls of color siting near him.

Then, as if sensing his pain, a voice, sounding as a whisper, reached his ears. All other noise stopped at his voice, and Neville heard the echoing words clearly.

"Stop being frightened Neville, just relax."

Neville saw a third blob next to him, on Lily's side. He tried to calm himself by breathing slowly. That had always helped him before. But that did nothing now but make his head ache more.

Rotiart could see he was getting nowhere in this and so very gently, sitting down on his bed, he placed his hand on Neville's forehead.

Neville stopped shaking instantly, and he started to breath his calming breaths.

"How did..." Madam Pomfrey began, but was at a loss for words to ask the rest.

Rotiart said nothing as he gazed down at Neville with sorrow plain in his eyes. He didn't have long to stay, but he would stay until ten minutes to twelve.

Madam Pomfrey nodded to Lily and motioned for her to get up. She did, and together they headed out of the Hospital Wing, leaving the two alone. Madam Pomfrey guessed he must be a relative, and thought that maybe they'd like some privacy. The man certainly had control of the situation.

-

Rotiart kept his word, and stayed until ten to twelve, when he had to be back in the Toss Room for four more weeks. He wished Neville'd woken up before he'd had to leave, but he was quiet a motionless the whole time. He sighed and patted Neville's hand softly, much like a father might for his son.

He muttered, "See ya soon, kid. Sleep tight." and got up from the bedside.

He walked slowly out of the Hospital Wing, glancing back only once at Neville, and made his way up the stairs to the Toss Room.

-

When Neville awoke the next morning, he found himself alone in the Hospital Wing.

What happened?

Neville raised his head from his pillow and took a long look at everything around him. All the things he saw were exactly as he didn't expect- normal. Though, in truth, Hogwarts was never normal. That was the fact that worried Neville the most.

Slowly and gently he moved his arms to the sides, as well as his legs, and he got up from his bed with a 'crack' of his back. A strong tingle went through his entire body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his scalp. The strangeness of it all made him shiver and sit down again.

In the back of his mind something was nagging at him. He was supposed to be doing something. But what? He needed to remember, even if it was something silly, he had to know what he was forgetting. But, when nothing was coming to mind, he started to get frustrated. This had been happening his entire life, and he hated it every time. He'd forget that ingredient in Potions. Or, he'd forgotten about feeding Trevor. He'd nearly killed his poor toad one summer when he went to his Uncle Algie's home for a visit. No wonder he lost Trevor on the way to Hogwarts for the first time, he probably figured he had better chances of life far, far away from "Forgetful Neville".

Damn memory problems!

Neville stopped breathing for a second. Had he just had a bad thought? Wow, who had he become?

'Announcing the winner of the Snape-Act-Alike Contest... NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM! For hating beyond the call of duty.'

Neville huffed and got up again from his bed. What would Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors do when they learnt Neville Longbottom had an amusing side? -And not because they found it funny to mock his memory troubles. They'd never get over the shock, he guessed.

Sighing, he walked to the nearest window and peered out. He was surprised to see a smaller-looking Whomping Willow that didn't look half as intimidating without it's high stature. But, it also was bare of it's leaves, so it looked as ugly as it ever had. He made a note in his head -which he hoped he would NOT forget- to research the tree in one of his Herbology books. But, he realized, he'd have to wait until he got back to his own time to do that. And then it hit him. That's what he'd forgot! He needed to get back home! To do that, he had to get Lily and James together. But what was he supposed to do? He knew what James looked like from a picture in the attic which held the remnants of Frank's years at Hogwarts. After all, that was all his Gran had to hold on to now. That, and a failure of a grandson.

Neville stepped away from the window and practically ran from the Hospital Wing just as Madam Pomfrey was coming in.

-

Neville browsed the halls, looking for James. His back was starting to hurt him though, so wasn't going to walk for very much longer. He'd searched two more floors before he spotted him.

"Why does she care about him? He calls her a.. Mudblood.. and she doesn't even smack him! If I were her, I'da cursed his face off. Well, that just shows you that guys are braver than girls."

Neville was standing around the corner, listening to the conversation. He raised his eyebrow with disbelief when he'd heard James' remark. He knew that Hermione was loads braver than a lot of the boys in 6th year, himself included. She had proven her skills in the Department of Mysteries.

Neville peered around the corner to see them. He saw James playing with what looked like a snitch. Standing next to him there were three other boys. Two of them looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite place them.

He stared at them, trying to remember where he'd seen them. Neville's eye's widened.

Lupin!

That had to be Professor Lupin, his 3rd year D.A.D.A. teacher. But, he was clearly younger now then before.

The other familiar one was speaking now, and Neville leaned his ear closer to hear what he was saying.

"If you ever want her to go out with you, you can't keep cursing people."

"It's Snape! Why does it matter what I do to him? He's nasty to everybody, I'm just giving him what he deserves!" James yelled with anger.

"He does deserve it, but everyone deserves a swift kick sometimes. I'm just saying that you can't always curse him. Besides, if you curse him you make Evans mad, and then she doesn't like you. You're letting Snape keep you away from a girl. I'd say he's fighting you with out you noticing."

That is a good point. Maybe this won't be the toughest thing in the world to do. He lays off Snape, no curses, and then Lily starts to lighten up. Good.

And then he switched to his bad side and thought, Humm, little Snapey seems to be the one getting picked on. How great is that?

James looked up at the other boy. He seemed to be thinking about what he'd said. James' expression softened a bit. He'd clearly seen the truth of the other boy's words.

"Fine, no cursing. But, if he calls her that again, and I see it -oh he's gonna be sorry," James said to the other three.

He got up and waved for him to follow as he walked down the hallway.

While he was walking away, Neville saw James turn to the boy who had spoken.

"Thanks Padfoot, mate. You sure got brains."

Padfoot... Padfoot... He knew that nickname, Harry had said it. He had told, no yelled, to Snape: "He's got Padfoot!" and then they went to the Ministry. Someone had died there, he remembered.

Neville's eyes widened again, as something clicked in his head.

That was Sirius Black! Oh boy..

Neville took one of his 'calming breaths' to get his nerves under control.

-

Okay, what to do next? Uh.. come on, Neville, think!

There wasn't much to do but wait for Snape to try and get James angry. But, it had to be in front of Lily, and James had to keep his cool. That was probably the hardest thing he'd have to do. But, there was also the question of how could he get them all together in one place. This was going to take lots and lots of thinking.

I wish Hermoine was here. She could fix everything in a day. I need some help. But, is there anyone I can talk to?

Neville decided he needed some air. All this problem solving was giving him a headache. He walked out onto the grounds to find a sunny day around him. There were students everywhere. Neville supposed that they were savoring the last few days of the nice weather. The snow was going to fall soon, and not one bit of grass or flowers would be seen outdoors for weeks.

Neville headed toward his favorite spot on the Hogwarts grounds- the back wall of the castle. Not many people would go there because it was plain, and most people didn't even think of walking around the castle. Neville loved it because it was far away from the Forbidden Forest and the lake. He didn't want to see anything that lived in either of those.

When Neville turned the corner to the back side of the castle, he noticed someone else sitting in his spot. Well, it wasn't his spot, but Neville liked to think of it as his. Their back was turned towards Neville, so he couldn't tell who it was.

For a moment he thought it was a teacher since the person was tall, but he changed his mind when the person turned around to him.

Black hair was covering the edges of the boy's face, but he knew exactly who this must be.

Hagrid!

"Hagrid? Is that you?" Neville asked skeptically.

"Who're yeh? How yeh know meh name?" The boy replied.

"Heh, lucky guess," Neville answered, smiling.

Hagrid was the tallest person who walked around Hogwarts. But, even though he was tall in this time too, his cloths were a bit different. Hagrid was wearing an actual black cloak (not the coat he normally would wear in Neville's time). Neville couldn't ever remember ever seeing Hagrid wearing a cloak.

"Who 're yeh?" the young Hagrid asked him.

"Uh, I'm Neville Long- uh, Raymond," Neville told him.

"Well, wha' d' ya wan'?" Hagrid asked in a gruff voice.

Hagrid was also a bit different now with his personality. He didn't seem to be in the happy mood he usually was. Though, this was a different time, and who knows what was happening to him.

"Nothing, really. I just came to sit," Neville replied, looking down.

He was starting to go back to his shy side again.

Fight it, Neville! You need to be braver!

With that, Neville slowly pulled his head up so that he could see Hegrid's face again, not his shoes.

"I din't thin' any one else came here." Hagrid said as he got up from the rock he was sitting on.

"Me neither," Neville admitted.

They stood there, staring at the other for about two minutes. Neville shifted his back so that it wouldn't get sore from not moving. The last thing he wanted was his shoulder to hurt more than it already did. Then, Hagrid spoke.

"How'd yeh know meh name?"

"Will you not laugh if I tell you?" Neville asked, nervously.

" 'Course," Hagrid replied, his curiosity taking him over.

"Well.." Neville paused for a moment, thinking about what would happen if he told Hagrid. He decided he needed to tell someone, and Hagrid was always nice to him.

"I know you later in your life.. Erm, I'm sorta from the future.. about twenty-five years, I think."

Neville was just waiting for Hagrid to burst out laughing, and tell him to get his head checked. But, as moments passed, the only thing Hagrid seemed to be doing was thinking about it. He had a serious face now, not just a face full of anger.

The silence dragged on and Neville was starting to get a bit bored. He turned his head to see the valley in the distance. He studied everything he saw. This old valley had many more colors blended into it then the newer one Neville had always looked at.

I wonder what plants live there. The flowers must be huge of you can see them from here. Maybe it's just a spell to make them look closer.

Neville jumped back into reality when he heard Hagrid say "How'd yeh get here?"

"Wha-? Oh, uh I'm not sure. I think it was Malfoy," Neville said glumly.

"Lucius?"

"Um, no. Draco Malfoy," Neville replied.

"Righ'." Hagrid said, pretending he understood.

More boring moments passed before Hagrid broke the silence again, trying to get Neville to speak up a bit more.

"So, yeh jus' appeared here?"

"Well, Malfoy shot a spell at me and- no, wait-" Neville stopped talking for a moment while he remembered the last day he was in his own time.

(( He had just come from Treleweny's class... He saw Ron trying to take Malfoy outside the castle... He came walking out to help Ron... Malfoy was just about to curse Ron when Neville stepped in front of him... Malfoy threw something... Ron tried to turn him away, and whatever Malfoy had thrown hit him hard on the back... He felt a jolt and he was slammed into the ground... He opened his eyes to see the sky...))

"He did this to me. Why was I so stupid? I couldn't take Malfoy!" Neville kept yelling at himself, out loud, while Hagrid watched.

Hagrid wasn't sure to think about this new guy. He could be a nutter. He could be dangerous. What should he do? He finally thought it was best to just stand while Neville fought with himself.

"He screwed up my whole life." Neville hated Malfoy more than he ever had before.

"Eh, Neville? Maybe we should find a way t' get yeh back," Hagrid proposed.

Neville felt calmer, but he still hated Malfoy. That hate was something that wasn't going to go away. At least, not right now. (A/N: cough, there's a slightly good side to him, cough.)

He knew that he would get back eventually, but he had to fix what he'd done. Merlin had explained it to all three of them. But, he wasn't even to be trusted now, or at least if he believed Rotiart. When either Rotiart or Merlin said one thing, then the other contradicted the first person. So confusing, and who should he believe? Merlin was the obvious choice, but there was something about him that just didn't fit. But, Neville wasn't sure what that was, so he could not bring it up. If only he had a way to contact Ron! Geez...

He had to get Lily and James to like each other so that they'd fall in love and get married. Then, Harry would come and Harry would be the Bivorio.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. But, first, we- I have to do something," Neville told the younger, but still tall, Hagrid.

"What do you have to do?" Hagrid asked him.

"Uh, well, I've got to get Potter and Evans together," Neville said in a frustrated voice.

"Why?" Hagrid asked the Gryffindor.

"It's my fault that they aren't together."

Neville sighed and looked down at the ground. Hagrid looked over the other boy.

"Why'z tha' yer fault?" Hagrid asked in a nicer tone than he had before.

Looking, still, upon the grass, he answered "It's always my fault."

Hagrid lowered his head slightly at Neville's reply. This boy was really depressing, and was clearly not a very self-confident person.

But, his thoughts were cut short when he was startled by a squeak from him.

Neville's head had shot upward as there was a buzz in the air around him and Hagrid.

"Wha's tha'?" Hagrid asked, looking around for the source.

"Not again," Neville said to himself with a sigh.

-

A/N:
-In a past chapter Merlin informed Neville that in the Vision Realm, they call the "Boy-Who-Lived" the Bivorio. I thought maybe you, the reader, might have forgotten. You did, didn't you? Shame, shame! But, also, does this imply that there are other people in the Vision Realm? Just a thought...

-Neville going from his "funny personality" to his "angry persona" to "Shy Nev." will be explained if you were wondering about it being important or not. It is.

-Remember, the buzzing means a meeting with Merlin. That was from a past chapter with Ron and Snape in Dumbledore's office.

-Did anyone blink and not notice that Rotiart was real? I mean he wasn't taking over Neville in the Toss Room, and he wasn't in his dreams... he was real. No one? Oh, glad I mentioned it again. It's important!

Are you glad that James and his friends showed up? It certainly won't be the last time we see them. After all, they can never lie low for long, being who they are. This is even more true when the time to destroy Voldemort IN THE PRESANT TIME (Harry's 6th year) rolls around. They can't just sit by and watch, can they? Not a chance. "But how?", you ask? You shall see.

Something I want to point out: The reason why Neville has to get Lily & James together. Neville was sent back in time, and Kimpson was sent forward. Kimpson was the person who somehow got them together. But, without him there, it will never happen that way. So, Neville has to try to get them together somehow. It's still a mystery to me how he'll do it.