Neville Longbottom

Neville Longbottom watched as Draco Malfoy defended a feeble old man that was just about to be attacked by a death-eater.

"Neville?"

Neville looked around and soon found himself in the present time with Harry standing beside him.

"Harry! Good to see you," Neville smiled as he offered the Auror a seat.

"How's it going," Harry asked looking at the pensieves laid out in the young Defender's office. In other words, Neville was a lawyer.

"Great! That's my last one today. I've still got a couple more to look at but Luna's been asking to stop spending too much time in the office."

Neville and Luna had been dating for a while. It began in their search for the Horcruxes and it surprised Harry just how well the two just got along.

"How is she," Harry asked.

"Great. She loves being Chief Editor," Neville chuckled. "So, what brings you here?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to see how your little research project was coming along. What are our chances?"

"With this kind of evidence, our chances are great."

"Great! You're the best Neville! I'd better go anyway. Thanks again. It was nice seeing you."

With a last shake of hands, Harry went on his way. Just as Neville was about to go back to his research, his secretary came barging into the room.

"Sir, we've got a problem with one of our clients."

Rushing out of his office, Neville forgot to lock his office door.

xxxxx

"Sylvia! Sylvia!"

Neville's secretary rushed into the room, afraid of what her boss had to say. He looked hysterical as he searched his empty office.

"Where are they? Where are they?" he asked desperately. "Where are they!"

"Where's what sir?"

Neville continued to frantically search his office.

"The pensieves! Where are the pensieves?"

"I-I don't know!"

"How can you not know?" Neville demanded. "How?"

"I was with you the whole time," she replied, her eyes full of fear.

"Damn it," he yelled out in frustration. "Go find out who had access to my office. NOW!"

She scurried out of office, Neville slamming the door behind her. He picked up a pen and scribbled on a piece of parchment before handing it to his owl.

"Potter, and hurry!"

He ran a hand down his face before slumping down on his chair. He couldn't believe it. He had it all and lost it. What was he going to do now?

xxxxx

Harry threw the crumpled piece of parchment and slammed his hand down on his desk. He began to pace, muttering here and there.

"Harry," Hermione asked coming into the room. "Harry, what's the matter?"

He continued to pace. Hermione grabbed his hand and sat him down.

"He lost it all," Harry told her. "He lost it all."

"Who? Lost what?" Hermione asked.

"The pensieves! Neville's lost the pensieves!" Harry replied.

"But… How?"

"I don't know! Neville said he just stepped out and when he came back, they were gone."

"Someone… Someone took them? But why?"

Harry shook his head. He didn't know how to react. He felt sorry for Neville. He'd put a lot of work into it, but at the same time, he was angry that the man was so careless as to leave his office door open.

"Another owl," Hermione stood up to open the window. She took the piece of parchment from the owl and read it. "Harry! He found one!"

Harry got up and read the note. Neville had managed to find one of the pensieves. Harry felt relieved. One was good enough for evidence. He felt himself relaxing.

"Thank heavens," Harry slumped down on the sofa. "Neville's got good luck on his side today."

"Haven't I always told you that you can count on him? Honestly Harry, have a little faith," Hermione told him.

Harry nodded. He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"We should just go and get some dinner," Harry said.

"Yeah, good idea. I'm famished."

Hand in hand, they walked to the kitchen.

xxxxx

Neville was about to go into the pensieve when Luna walked into the office.

"Luna! I thought you were—"

"Don't tell me you're staying late," she said walking over to him to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Again."

"I have to check this—"

"Neville, please. I've barely seen you in the last month!"

"Yes, but Luna, I've got to—"

"Neville, please, whatever it is you're doing, I'm sure it can wait."

Unable to refuse, Neville poured the silver like liquid into a jar before putting it in his bag. He left with Luna, this time, locking his office door.

Author's Note: Yeah... I know it's going a little slow these days, Lol but hey, I'm out of school and I figured might as well do this thing. Anyway, thanks for reading and don't forget to review!