Disclaimer: Since there is no way J.K. Rowling would write a fan-fic (since she could just write a story and get paid for it) what's the point? But if you really want a disclaimer, go back to chapter 1. Oh, and Paul McCullough is my creation.

A/N: OK, all you lucky ducks, I was so bored today that I wrote the second chapter. Enjoy and please R&R. And thank you SO much to all who reviewed the first chapter. You made me so happy that some people actually likes it so far.

Aria-wolfstar – Thanks for the advice, I guess it could be a little confusing for some people if the POV's aren't bold or something.

AbercromB – Sorry if I messed up your name...I'll try to make this chapter longer. And don't worry, Neville doesn't get hurt. You'll see why in later chapters.

OK, I'll shut up now and let you read before I give the plot away.

Neville's POV

Nervously, I entered the Magical Makeover studio alone. I also felt a little queasy. But I actually don't do well with floo powder anyway. A stylist came up to me and asked, "How can I help you?"

"Er...my n-name is Neville L-longbottom. I...er... won the Magical Makeover prize."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Longbottom. We've been expecting you. My name is Paul McCullough. Please, follow me."

He led me to a gray room with what looked like an operating table in the middle. There were also many potion ingredients lying on another table next to a cauldron. I shivered thinking of what they might be for.

As if he read my mind, Paul said, "Ah, you didn't think I would just use my wand did you? Ah, no, these things are more complicated. There are difficult potions to make for different types of changes. Ah, yes, it's not an easy task."

He certainly seems to say 'Ah' a lot.

Paul's POV

Ah, from the moment Mr. Longbottom walked into my studio I knew it would not be a simple makeover. Ah, yes, I knew I had a lot of work to do. But it is my job to help people like Mr. Longbottom. Ah, yes indeed.

"If you would kindly lie down on the operating table we will begin. I will give you a simple sleeping drought and I will begin."

His face became pale. Ah, but then, looking as if he had a larger purpose to this makeover than looking handsome, he gained determination and flopped down onto the operating table. Ah, but what a clumsy little boy. For when he flopped down he knocked his head and passed out. Ah, but it saved me some sleeping draught.

Third Person POV

Paul started to work on Neville, humming a broom commercial' jingle he heard on the radio that morning. All went well with the makeover so far. He got all of the potions right and now all he had to do was sing a little incantation.

That's when everything went wrong.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short and it ends in a cliffhanger, PLEASE forgive me  but my cousins are here and they want me to play with them. I'll write the third chapter tomorrow I promise.